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with. What I can’t have is you thinking that it will be more than that. I can’t carry on a relationship with a married man and I definitely can’t have you putting your hands on me when you feel like it. I can’t do that Aric and I won’t.”
    I quickly closed my eyes again to fight off his energy.
    â€œCheck this out,” he began. “I’m not making excuses for my behavior. I know I’ve got some things that I need to fix and I know what I’ve done to you is wrong, but me apologizing for it isn’t going to erase your pain or make you forget it, so what’s the use?”
    I opened my eyes and turned to look at him. “No an apology won’t erase it, but at least I’ll know you feel some sympathy about what you’ve done.”
    He licked his lips as he tilted his head to the side and quirked an eyebrow at me. The cocky disposition wasn’t lost on me as I made my way to my bathroom. I was not about to go through the motions with him anymore than I had to. He had kept me on a string for months with this no title thing he was pushing around knowing full well he was married and had no intentions on taking this any further than where it had gone. My anger level shot up another notch as I turned the shower on and adjusted the water temperature.
    I stood there for a minute and thought about my mother. Why had she done it? Why had she stayed with a man who’d treated her the way my father had? What had made her stay there day after day, month after month, year after year? What kind of hold had my father had on her that’d made her want to stay with him and be his punching bag? The things I’d seen, no child should have had to see. No child should’ve had to see their mother being dragged, kicked, and punched. I hated my father and I would forever hate him until the day I died. Hate’s a strong word, but that’s how I felt at that moment. Sometimes I hated my mother; hated her for allowing me to be subjected to such a broken home. I hated her for allowing woman after woman to disrespect her marriage and then to have my father act as if it was his God given right to have a wife and however other many women he’d wanted to have. I would not live my life that way. I refused to.
    I’d gotten out of my clothes and had one foot in the shower when I snatched my robe on and walked back into my front room. Aric was on the phone and it was apparent from the snippet I’d heard he was talking to his wife. In a sense I felt bad for her, but then I kept remembering she sucker punched me and fought with me about her husband. He looked up at me when I stood in front of him. I balled my fists in anger and my patience was gone.
    â€œLet me call you back,” he said into the phone and hung up before he could get a response.
    â€œYou are not going to sit in my house and disrespect me again. You want to talk to your wife then you do it outside and off my property,” I snapped.
    I could tell he was surprised by the way his brows raised.
    â€œI am not playing with you, Aric,” I snapped again as I slapped his hand when he reached for my waist. I walked over to my front door and snatched it open. “I want you to leave right now. I need to be alone.”
    The cold air reminded me that I had no clothes on under the robe I was wearing. He stood slowly and made his way to the door.
    â€œSo that’s how it is between us now?”
    I let go of the door and pulled my robe tighter when he got too close for comfort.
    â€œYes, Aric. That’s how it is. I’m no longer going to play this game with you. I have a child to think about and...”
    I stopped talking and backed away a bit when he closed the gap between us and tried to avert my eyes when he used his finger to lift my face to his.
    â€œI’ll be back tomorrow so we can talk about what we are going to do about this child you’re carrying. If it’s mine, get