Free OBSESSED WITH TAYLOR JAMES by Toye Lawson Brown Page A

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was getting ready to shower.”
    “Hey, you don’t have to get dressed on my account,” Dillon
responded from the other side of the door.
    Mario opened his mouth to say something, but Taylor vetoed
him.  “Baby, go upstairs; I will get rid of him,” she whispered.
    Keeping his voice low, he seethed. “Why the hell does he
have keys to your house?”
    “I will explain it to you later.  Just go upstairs and wait
for me.”
    He adjusted his pants and went upstairs.  Taylor made sure
she was decent before opening the door. “Hey.  I didn’t see a legal pad in the
kitchen, are you sure you had one with you?”
    “Humph, I could have sworn I had it with me.  I was working
on my notes waiting for you to come home.  You looked flushed….are you okay?”
    “Yes, I’m fine.  I started cleaning, and now I’m hot again. 
She pushed him outside the door. “I hate to rush you off, Dillon, but I really
have to get moving or I’m going to fall behind.  I’ll talk to you tomorrow for
sure.”
    “Ok.  Whose car is that in the driveway?” He asked noticing
it was the same car he suspected was Sabrina’s.
    She peeked over his shoulder.  In need of a quick lie, she
noticed Sebastian’s driveway blocked off by sawhorses and yellow tape.  “Oh, my
neighbor is having his driveway worked on.  I told him he could use mine to
park his car.  He must not have seen my car in the garage.”
    “Cool.  I will see you at breakfast in the morning.”
    Once again, she watched him drive off.  This time she locked
the screen door and the front door to make sure Dillon could not get in if he
returned.  She dropped her head sighing.  Now to deal with Mario and quizzed on
why Dillon had keys to her house.
    Mario was sitting on her bed watching television when she
entered the bedroom.  He did not appear to be angry or upset.  She went to the
closet removing her bathrobe.  “He’s gone and I’m going to take a quick
shower.”
    “Wait.  Do you want to explain to me why this man who is
marrying another woman has keys to my woman’s house?”
    She lowered her hands.  All she wanted to do was take a hot
shower and go get her hair and nails done as planned.  “Mario, I have explained
this to you before.  Dillon and I grew up together.  He is like family to me. 
He has a key in case something was to happen to me, and he needed to get into
the house.”
    “Why is that, Taylor?  You have family close by, and you
have me now.”
    “My sister is busy with her own husband and my parents moved
to the other side of town a long time ago.  As far as you go.  You just came
into my life.  We have not exchanged keys yet.”
    “Get the key back, Taylor.  There is something strange about
the man, and I don’t like the way he looks at you.  He is always following you
around at work and now after work.  What is his deal?”
    She folded her arms taking a long hard stance. “I’m going to
have to stop you right there.  Dillon was my friend long before you and I got
into whatever we are having.  I’m not going to dictate who your friends are,
and you will not dictate who mine are.  Are we clear on that?”
    He got off the bed going over to her.  Her stiff body
language repelled his advances. “Taylor, I am not trying to pick and choose
your friends.  I am making a personal assessment concerning Dillon.  He has
serious issues surrounding him.”
    “Dillon has always been this way.  You don’t know him, so
you are judging him.  He told me today that he wants to postpone the wedding
but doesn’t want to hurt Kelly’s feelings.”
    “Why does he want to do that?  What would be his reason for
doing that?”
    “They were getting married because Kelly was pregnant.
Sadly, she lost the baby.  If he tells her, he doesn’t want to get married he
believes she will have a meltdown.”
    Mario walked around the bedroom shaking his head. “So, let
me understand this correctly.  He got this young lady pregnant and