Loving Montie (Breathless 4)

“Then why did you call me, Destiny?” I asked, not understanding why she continued to taunt me with a truth I had yet accepted.

“Because I care about your feelings, and I just—”

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sp; “If you cared about my feelings, I mean, really cared, you would have waited on me.”

“I can’t believe you are going there again, Montie. After all we have been through, you still lead me back to our past. What did you think I was supposed to do, sit around and wait on you to decide that you wanted to be a husband? You know what, I don’t even know why I’m entertaining this. I have to go,” she said in a low, winded tone.

“You’re entertaining it because it’s not our past. It hasn’t been that long since I made love to you. If I sit still long enough, I can still feel you all over me.”

Destiny gasped. “Oh Montie, let it go. Just be there for our children.”

“Destiny, if you can let us go so easily, I think it’s time for me to ask if you ever loved me in the first place.”

“Montie, I didn’t call to discuss our past. I’ll talk to Jacob about stepping back some when you’re here, because it’s only right.”

“You don’t have to tell me how you feel, Destiny. I know. Just make sure what happened today never happens again and I’ll be fine with that part. I can’t see myself getting over losing you, however.”

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again,” she said without addressing the divulgence of my true feelings for her.

“Good, because while I can’t officially claim you as mine like I want to, Junior and Montana are mine by blood.”

“No one is denying that.”

“Then we won’t have to have this conversation again.”

“Hopefully not. But you know Jacob cares about them too, which is why I want to make sure you’re at the wedding rehearsal dinner. I need you there to show our kids their parents are in solidarity with me marrying Jacob.”

“I’m not in solidarity with you marrying him, but I’ll be there since it’s what you want.” I ended the call and the flight itinerary popped back on my screen. Should I leave or should I stay?

CHAPTER FIVE

Justine

Revelations

“I’m glad you came with me. I didn’t want to go to this shindig alone,” Montie said as we pulled into the parking lot for the reception hall.

“Of course. I’m glad you called and gave me the details. Even though you said you wanted me to come with you to the rehearsal dinner, I thought after our night at the hotel that would be all she wrote about us.”

“I told you I would call you,” Montie’s velvety tone filled the car, causing me to smile. In an alternate world, another time-another place, I would take him out of his misery of pining for Destiny and love him back to life. She was cruel to him for dumping him and then asking him to watch her commit to another man. It was as if she wanted him to be complicit in breaking his heart. Let’s not mention that she dragged his precious little ones along to his torture.

“Men say they’re going to call all the time. I’m just glad you called,” I admitted, hoping we could be allies in getting what we both wanted most…our true loves. The ones meant for us.

“Well, I’m a man of my word, Justine.” He looked at me, and I smiled at him. “I have plans for you after we leave here tonight,” Montie said, staring at my plum red gloss covered lips.

The last time we were together, he constantly watched my lips before his eyes traveled down my body and stopped at my most intimate place. Why did men use me, until they used me up, and then move on and put a ring on the next woman?

“I bet you do have plans, Mr. Montie. You men are all the same,” I said, knowing full well after the disclosures of this night, the last thing he would be thinking about was his “plans” for me.

“What do you mean by that statement?” he asked with a slight frown on his face. “I’m my own man and not like any other.”

“Well, if you’re different, you would be the first for me. I know how the guys are that I have been with. They want their cake and someone else’s cake too. Montie hadn’t told me whose dinner we were attending, so I vaguely stated, “The guy in there probably isn’t even true to the woman he’s about to marry.” I pointed to the door.

“You don’t know me well enough to stereotype me into being every other man in the world. You don’t know the man that’s getting married, either. So, do explain why you think that solely because you dated a few creeps that all men disrespect their women.”

“Well, I know for a fact that I was able to sleep with my ex not too long ago, and he’s about to get married. As a matter of fact, he’s having his rehearsal dinner tonight somewhere in Miami. He’s probably going to look his fiancée in the eyes and tell her that she’s the one for him, while knowing he made passionate love to me in their home only weeks ago. So, don’t tell me about men, when most of them don’t even respect the fact that they are engaged,” I blustered.