Has an ex ever showed up at your place unannounced, and if so, how did you handle it? Check out this excerpt from my novel, “A Life Less Interrupted” and how Sharice handle’s it when her ex, Jamar, shows up at a very inopportune moment. Enjoy!
An hour after her run, she desperately needed a shower. She went into the bathroom and started the shower so it would be hot by the time she was ready to get in. Sharice turned on her stereo as she got undressed and slipped into her bathrobe. Her phone began to ring, but she decided it could wait until after she showered. She pulled her braids back into a ponytail and welcomed the warm water that washed over her body. She began to sing along with the band playing on her stereo when all of a sudden she thought she heard a man’s voice in her bedroom.
“Oh, no he didn’t.” Sharice realized it was Jamar’s voice that was in her bedroom. She jumped out of the shower, soapy and all. She scrambled for her towel, but it wasn’t where she’d left it.
“Looking for something?” There he was, standing in her doorway, holding her towel and grinning from ear to ear. Her robe was also on the floor in front of his feet. His cockiness had always been a turn-on to her, and seeing him enjoying her nakedness pissed her off and turned her on a little at the same time.
“You are so childish. Can I have my towel please?” She began to walk over to him. “Better yet, can you hand me my robe?”
He picked up her robe and held it open for her. He let his fingers brush the back of her neck, sending chills all over her body. She tied it around her waist and walked past him and into the kitchen with him following close behind her.
She wondered how it was possible to hate, love, and desire someone all at the same time. She hated having so many mixed emotions flowing through her while Jamar seemed perfectly calm and unaffected.
“What are you doing here?”
“I came by to give you your key back, and I was hoping we could talk.”
“Oh, you mean the key you were supposed to leave at Derrick and Tracey’s?” She couldn’t help but get smart with him. She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes, letting him know she was very annoyed at the moment.
“Well, I didn’t get a chance to do that this weekend. I was rather busy.” Jamar shifted his weight, an indication he was lying.
“Well, you seemed to have found time to call Nicole and Tracey trying to convince them to talk to me on your behalf.”
“Sharice, I didn’t come here to argue with you. I just wanted to drop your key off and…and to ask if you would have dinner with me tonight, please?”
She looked at the floor as she contemplated his offer. “I suppose, if you really feel we need to talk.”
“Look, I left the key on your dresser.” He took a step toward her, but the look in her eyes told him not to press his luck.
“I will be at your favorite place tonight. Meet me at seven?”
“Okay.” Sharice knew they needed to finish this once and for all and in a civilized manner if possible.
Jamar turned to leave, but not before taking one last look at her––all of her. She knew he was wondering how things had gotten so bad between them when two months ago they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. She had thought it herself, but she couldn’t let that happen again. It would only confuse her more and make him think they still had a chance.
“Well, I am on my way to a meeting, so wish me luck.”
“You know I don’t believe in luck,” Sharice said as she watched him move toward the door.
“I know.” He smiled slightly, causing her to also. He threw up his hand and left her alone with her thoughts.
She waited until she heard the door close to make sure he was really gone and went to lock the door. “Dinner my behind,” Sharice mumbled to herself as she put on a pot of coffee.