Chapter Three
King rested his head against his chair in the office he had at home and closed his eyes as the memories of that horrible day flashed through his mind.
He was in his office at work when Jerry, a friend he’d known for a long time, showed up.
One look at his face was all it took to know something was wrong.
“What’s up?”
Jerry closed the door. “Fuck, I hate this, but I’d want you to tell me.”
“Just spit it out,” King said.
“I saw Cat with another man.”
King stiffened and sat up. “Where?”
“They were on Maple Street and Thirteenth Street at the little café. They held hands, and when they were done, they hugged for a long time, and they kissed.”
King felt like his world was coming to an end. The pain was so great he couldn’t breathe. He nodded at Jerry. “Thank you. I do appreciate you telling me. I’ll take care of it.”
“I’m sorry, man. I know how much you care for her.”
King nodded and watched Jerry leave, closing the door behind him.
At first, the pain that swamped him was all he could feel until a rage took over. He slammed his hand down on his desk. “Goddamn her.”
What in the hell was wrong with him that women kept doing this to him? This would be the third time a woman made a fool of him, but this time hurt the worst because he loved her so fucking much.
Jesus, how in the hell was he going to deal with this? He had to get rid of her as quickly as possible. Get her out of his life so he could heal and move on.
Now, King laughed in his office. That had never happened. He’d come to the realization early on after she left that he’d die loving her.
That horrible day, he’d been waiting for her at the condo he bought for her. The smile on her face when she saw him had been like a punch in the gut.
She’d come toward him, and he’d held his hand out.
“Where were you today?”
She stopped and looked so confused. “Lunch.”
He studied her. “With who?”
It was the guilt on her face that did it. “God damn, you,” he yelled.
“What?”
“I want you out of here. I’ll give you an hour.”
“Wait. What’s going on? What did I do?”
“You know what you did. You’re a whore, just like the rest of them.”
She flinched and paled even more as tears ran down her face. “I don’t understand. Please make me understand,” she begged, holding her hands out to him.
“A friend saw you.”
“Saw me what?”