Dating A Mob Boss (The Dating Series Book 2) by Love B.T

Author:Love, B.T. [Love, B.T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: B.T. Love
Published: 2015-11-25T08:00:00+00:00

Eight

I cried in the back seat of the cab the whole way home. What just happened? Did we break up? Were we even together? I was so confused. And I was also completely heartbroken. Trent and I had a really good thing going between us. Our chemistry was great; we had wonderful phone conversations filled with laughter. We were honestly the perfect match. There was just too much uncertainty about other things in Trent’s life that clouded my feelings when it came to having a relationship with him.

When the cab dropped me off I noticed Clyde was sitting on his usual spot at the top of the stoop. “Is that you Amber? Why you out so late?”

“I was at Trent’s club,” I sniffled as I trudged up the stairs.

He stood up next to me. “Well, why are you crying?”

“Because I think I broke up with him.”

“With Mr. Falco? Wow, you sure do have some balls.”

“Yeah, that was one thing he loved about me.”

“I’m sure it was.”

I hugged myself to try and ward off the cold. “Well, I better get inside.”

“You, uh, want some company? Maybe we can do something to take your mind off how your night went. Maybe, maybe we can paint. You want to paint your apartment?”

“Right now?” I smiled through my tears.

“Sure, why not? We can even drink coffee while we’re at it.”

“You know, coffee was something I was already planning on making when I got home. I’d love to split a pot with you.”

“Then let’s go.”

Clyde followed me upstairs to my apartment. When I unlocked the door and pushed it open I stood back and took in the sight of the magnificent-looking floor. “All I see when I look at this wood is Trent on his knees working hard to sand out the imperfections.” I walked in and went straight to the coffee pot while Clyde shut and locked my door. “And all I think about is Trent when I look at that couch over there.”

“Why is that?”

“He bought it for me.”

He stood back and took in the sight of the poor-looking piece of furniture. “Trent bought you that?”

“Yeah. He wanted to buy me something new but I wouldn’t let him. I figured I would re-cover it with blue . . . Oh damn!”

“What?” Clyde asked, spinning around to see what was wrong.

“Ugh, I just bought a bunch of fabric today to reupholster my couch with. Trent picked me up when I had it with me but I took a cab home so the bags are still in his car.”

“Well I’m sure he’ll enjoy that excuse to come over and see you.”

“I doubt we’ll be seeing each other soon. Maybe I can just pick up more next weekend.”

Clyde went over to the paint and knelt down to open the can. “Why don’t you just ask him bring it to you?”

“Because I’m not sure if I want to see him.”

“Why not?”

I pondered the question while I readied the coffee pot. “Because I want him too much.”

“Then why did you break up with him?”

I turned around and leaned against the counter.

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