Sasha tossed the bloody tissue in the trash, then took a step forward. Her eyes to his chest level, she sighed. “Whatever, Reggie. Get out of my way.”
Reggie stepped to the side, letting Sasha walk past him. He’s not going to take my leaving him lightly. I have to get out of here. Tonight. Right now. Not wanting things to escalate and get out of control, Sasha made the quick decision to call the police later. If Reggie thought his professional football career would be in jeopardy, there was no telling what he’d do to her.
Hurt beyond measure over her once beautiful relationship with Reggie, Sasha pulled open the pantry door, grabbed a plastic bag, then filled it with ice cubes. Distraught, she placed the ice bag on her cheek. Leaned her back against the kitchen sink.
Reggie stood in front of her. “What did you want to talk about earlier?” he asked in a gruff voice.
Perhaps I should leave while he’s asleep. Sasha shook her head. “Nothing.”
Reggie took a step forward. Tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “How can I make this up to you, Sasha?”
She blinked, tears falling from her lashes onto her cheeks. “You can’t, Reggie. You hit me.” She sniffed.
Reggie’s brown eyes turned black. “You’re going to leave me, aren’t you?” Silence filled the air, creating more tension, making Sasha ever so fearful. “I can see it in your eyes. You’re planning on leaving me.” Fisting his hips, Reggie turned around, took a few steps forward. As he looked at the refrigerator, he inhaled deeply, his shoulders motioning up and down. He whirled. Clenching his teeth, Reggie pointed a finger in Sasha’s face. “Just to let you know, I’d rather be dead than to live without you. I’ll kill you before I let you leave me!”
Reggie’s death threat made Sasha’s heart spin. Fear coursed through her veins. Her chest tightened. “I don’t have any intentions of leaving you, Reggie,” she lied, having no choice. Feeling trapped in her own home, Sasha’s eyes traveled to the sharp blade lying on the counter beside the stove, then back up to Reggie’s scowled face. “I’m tired. I’m going to take a shower.”
“Maybe I can join you.” It’ll be a cold day in hell before I take a shower with him. Reggie kissed her forehead. He jerked his chin towards the staircase. “Let’s go. A little make-up sex will make you feel better.”
Having no clue how she was going to get out of having sex with Reggie, Sasha’s eyes swung to the knife lying on the counter again. With the ice pack pressed to her aching face, she began mounting the staircase in front of Reggie. Thank God I never married him.
Halfway up the staircase, Sasha’s cell phone rang, but she ignored it. With three more steps to go before she reached the top, Reggie fisted the back of her shirt and yanked. Sasha froze in her tracks. Turned around to face him.
“Aren’t you going to answer that?” he asked, taking a step upward so he’d be on the same step as her.
“No. After what just happened, I’m not in the mood to talk.”
Reggie’s brows dipped. “Why I do have the feeling you’re cheating on me?” Insecurity lingered in his dark pupils.
“Probably because you’re cheating on me.”
Reggie fisted the top of Sasha’s shirt, pinned her against the staircase’s wall. “Give me your phone, Sasha.” He snorted.
“Let go of me, Reggie.”
“You’re one trifling bitch, Sasha. You think I don’t know about you and Travis?” Travis? What in the world is he talking about? Travis and I only discuss music. He’s considering offering me a publishing contract. Reggie continued. “Yeah, you didn’t know I knew about him, did you?” A nasty chuckle pressed from Reggie’s twisted mouth. “I followed you the other day and saw you having lunch with him.”
Now he’s spying on me. “If you must know, Travis works for Yellow Dog Entertainment and is considering giving me a publishing contract for one of the songs I wrote. It’s a big opportunity. A major artist is considering singing the song.”
“You pick a fine time to tell me about your so-called friend. I saw the way Travis looked at you. You’re a damn fool if you think he doesn’t want to fuck you. I don’t want you seeing him anymore. Is that understood?” Wishing Reggie would let go of her shirt, she closed her eyes. Finally, her cell stopped ringing. Thank you, God. Just as she reopened