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Get out then!
But I don’t say any of that out loud because my heart won’t allow it. Instead, I just watch him stand, adjust the cuffs of his white collared shirt, and walk out of my apartment without another word to me.
After Hunter and all of his friends exit behind him, Naomi leans against the kitchen counter, takes a bite of her burrito, and asks with a smirk, “Aww, did mommy and daddy have their first fight?”
The nerve.
I’m going to give this mystery mafia princess a piece of my mind next.
Chapter 40
Men Like What?
Megan
Two Days Later
“Are you going to lay up in this bed your entire pregnancy in your pajamas watching…wait, are they speaking Chinese?”
Naomi barges into my bedroom with a tray of snacks, plops down on the edge of the bed, and gives me a goofy grin.
I’ve been holed up in my room for the last two days thinking about my argument with Hunter and deciding how I was going to talk about the reason why with Naomi.
“It’s a Korean drama and stop exaggerating. It’s only been two days.”
“Why the hell would you watch television you have to read? And I’ve never seen you take off work for even one day, so two seems wild and crazy for someone like you.”
“People change,” I say with a heavy exhalation, hoping that Naomi will magically volunteer up information about herself. Clearly, I’m having trouble initiating the conversation.
“What did you bring me?” I ask her, looking at the plate full of small bites.
“Only healthy stuff for the baby. I think this is the phase when her brain is growing. It’s important for you to have brain-boosting food. So here’s some nuts, a berry mix, olives, and a little French bread and olive oil dip. I know you like that good bread now that you’ve been to Paris and all.”
“It looks good.”
“You better eat up because you’re probably going to become nauseous in the next month or so and won’t want to eat anything.”
I accept the plate and place it at my side on the bed.
“Thanks.”
“Cheer up, girl. You and Hunter had a little disagreement. You can’t curl up and die over it. You’re bound to have many more with someone like him.”
My eyes raise up to meet hers.
“What do you mean by that?”
“I’m just saying–”
“What are you saying? What do you mean by someone likehim?”
She starts to stumble over her words.
“It’s just that I’ve known a lot of men like him.”
“Men like what?”
“Powerful. Domineering. Overwhelming. You know. the type”