walking that path anymore, however, he did need her to accept and respect her as the mother of her baby brother. Bottom line. He had drowned out the idea of making Nadine his wife a long time ago. As far as he was concerned, it became a dead issue each day he discovered she had betrayed him. He could never marry a deceitful woman as her. Never! Not even in a million dreams. He refused to allow her the privilege of calling herself his wife, and the closest she would ever come to the title was her role as his baby mama.
Jeff wasnât looking for monogamy, commitment, marriage, or anything that spelled dick-on-lockdown. He was smarter than that. He was going to take his newfound freedom and run like hell without looking back.
Scooping Canvas in his arms like a newborn baby, Jeff leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. âLooks like heâs gotten bigger since the last time I saw him,â he said, looking over his shoulders. She cut her eyes at him and probably thought he didnât see it. With his son in his arms, Jeff took a seat on the sofa while Deandra parked herself right in front of the television.
Jeffâs attention delivered itself back to Nadine. She tried her hardest to act like she was so occupied cleaning up, but he knew that was her way of avoiding him. Either that or her OCD was more serious than he thought.
âYou all right over there?â Jeff asked. âYouâre awfully quiet,â he added, trying to spark a conversation. After all, he hadnât seen her and Canvas in a week. Surely there was something new to talk about. Normally she couldnât wait to tell him about a new word Canvas had learned or something new heâd done. That reminded him of the woman he had seen earlier today.
He wanted to tell Nadine how he had spotted that cocky son-of-a-bitch,Greg Adams, leaving Deniseâs gravesite. He wanted to share with her how he had played cat and mouse with his ass for fun, then painfully watched him have lunch with a woman that looked damn near identical to Denise. He wanted to know what Nadine would have thought of it all as he was still psyched out about it. But what puzzled him most was that the woman had said his name. Or was that a coincidence too?
âSo you just gone give me the silent treatment and act like I ainât even here?â
That comment got Nadineâs full attention. She walked into the living room and instead of sitting next to Jeff, she took a seat on one of the ottomans. She switched her eyes from the television screen to Jeff. Their eyes locked on each otherâs and everything that went unsaid could surely be felt. It was a negative vibe that made his stomach churn, yet his face held no emotion. That might have been what pissed her off the most. Where was that man that used to give a damn about the tears hiding behind her swollen brown eyes, the confusion lurking in her clouded mind and the stress strangling her heart? Jeff wondered. It didnât take long before the answer was revealed to him. Shit, he knew exactly where that naïve motherfucker was. Dead and gone!
He still loved and cared for his baby mama; after all she was the mother of his first-born, but Jeff wasnât in love with her anymore. It took him a year to realize that he was probably never completely in love with her to begin with. Their past relationship had been driven by lust, fantasy, and toe-curling sex on top of more sex! Thatâs what had fondled his interest. Thatâs what had kept his dick rocked. But as truths surfaced and ultimatums came crashing down on his party, Jeff had run for the nearest exit he could find. That wasnât what heâd signed up for.
The smug look Nadine held in place was award-winning. Hehad never seen her in this foul of a mood. âSomething on your mind?â
Nadine let out a gasp. âNo complaints here,â she simpered.
Jeff could tell it was all a front. He studied her face carefully. Her mouth said