Always Wrong by Xyla Turner

Author:Xyla Turner [Turner, Xyla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: AZINA MEDIA PUBLICATIONS
Published: 2020-12-18T18:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Jacquez Costa

Sheryl had gone quiet after my last visit. She answered my calls, but said she had a meeting shortly after. None of these were scheduled on her calendar, which I could see. Then she would try to engage in text conversations, which annoyed the fuck out of me. I wanted to talk to her, and she kept texting me. I had heard her loud and clear about this notion of trying to alpha her into doing what I want. It was true, but that is just who I was. What I was not was someone that was going to allow her to keep texting me when I wanted to talk.

Me: You’re avoiding me again

I finally said after a week and a half.

Sheryl: No, just busy

Me: Remember, no games Sheryl. I won’t have it.

Sheryl: I’m going through some things, Jacquez, and I don’t want to talk.

Me: I’m not okay with that.

Sheryl: That’s not my problem.

Me: Pick up the bloody phone

Sheryl: I already told you how I felt. Be patient for once in your life. When I get it together, I will reach out. Until then, do not surprise me, do not come. Just let me get myself together

That was a long text, and I felt every word of it. She was upset, hurt, frustrated, and reflecting. Why wouldn’t she include me in that? What the fuck happened between the last time I saw her and now?

I didn’t text her anymore or call. Something was happening, so I called my pilot. It was my flight over there, that I kept reading her text and decided that she was right. I would not go and see her. Instead, I’d go to see my mother.

When I arrived at my mom’s, she was sitting in the backyard away from the sun with Elsbeth drinking coffee and eating beignets. This was one of her favorite things to make after her New Orleans housekeeper taught her how.

The home was a small cottage-style structure with land all around in the White Plains area. She had a small fence that was accessible to the back yard, on the side of the house. Knowing that she was in the back, because that is her routine, unless it’s raining, I went straight there.

“Ahh, there he is, Mr. Costa,” Elsbeth announced when she first saw me. “What a nice surprise!”

This caused my mom to turn around, and then she was up on her feet and coming toward me faster than I thought she could move.

“Oh, Jacquez.” She threw her arms around me. “You’ve come to see your mother, eh? It’s only been a month, right?”

The little woman was still talking, but I never went too long without seeing her. Wrinkles lined her fair face, but they were not deep, just wise. Her eyes had a sparkle in them as she kissed my cheeks. Her hair was pulled up in a neat white bun with her slender hands holding on to my wrist like she always did.

“Hey, Mom.” I pulled her small frame into my large one.

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