CHAPTER FIFTEEN
KIRA
“Oh my God.” I gasped for air as my eyes flashed open to reality. What sort of bad dream was that?
I felt horrible as I replayed the scenes in my head. Dreaming about Blade and Trisha together hurt me in a way I never imagined it would. What was worst was dreaming about Penny’s threat about me losing my job. I wondered if my dream was a warning of some kind. I hoped it wasn’t.
I hurriedly got out of bed and strolled into the kitchen to grab me a bottle of water from the fridge. Maybe drinking some water would help calm my nerves. I was sweating profusely from tension and anxiety.
I was not the type that read meaning to dreams, but I had a feeling this particular dream was symbolic. I was not over Blade like I thought I was.
I had ignored him messaging and calling me all day yesterday, refusing to reply to his messages. Blade’s calls had become so relentless that I had to shut down my phone completely. I got from his texts that he seemed genuinely sorry for the words he had spoken to me. He showed remorse and even stated he would never forgive himself for abandoning me on our date.
I finished one bottle of water and pulled out another one, opened it, and gulped the contents into my mouth. My tummy rumbled but settled seconds after that.
“Possibly I am being too hard on Blade,” I said. Maybe he hadn’t been in the right frame of mind when he’d made that statement, calling me a random girl. I guessed he was high on something and had too much to drink. I shrugged. Perhaps I should forgive and forget because life was about second chances, and I needed to try to end the distance that had grown between us.
I enjoyed his company. Blade had a good sense of humor, and he was romantic, but the only problem I had with him was the drinking and drugs. I was going to call him immediately after I left the kitchen and took a shower. A soaking bath would help me clear my thoughts and lead me to the words I needed to say to straighten things out with him.
I felt refreshed and more relaxed after my shower and giving myself a pep talk. I grabbed my cell phone and tapped in Blade’s cell number. Though it was still dawn, I had a feeling he would wake once he saw my number flash across his screen.
“Pick up, pick up.” I drummed my fingers on my bottom lip.
Luckily for me, he took the call on the third ring.
“We need to talk.” The words were the first that came out of my mouth.
“Oh my God, Kira! I am so sorry for lashing out and how rashly I acted. I’m not trying to make an excuse, sweetheart, I don’t know what came over me. I have no justification. I was in a bad mood before that date but I promise never to make you feel small and unimportant. You’re not a random girl, I take that back. You’re a smart and sexy woman, and that’s what attracted me to you in the first place.”
His words rushed out in a pleading apology. I tried to cut in, but he led the conversation.
Deep down I could feel it; deep down I knew he was sorry for what he’d done. But I wanted us to be more serious, I wanted a commitment from him towards our relationship even if we were both forging on new territory.
“Blade, listen.” I paused and licked my lips.
“Kira, please forgive me, baby. I messed up. We should meet up face to face and thrash things out.”
“I can’t do that, Blade. I’ve…got stuff to do.” I bit my bottom lip. I couldn’t tell him about my work details yet. I wasn’t even planning to say anything to him about my job until I was sure he was serious about our relationship.
“Please, Kira… Please, baby, you can create the time to get together with me. I really need to see you. We really need to talk,” he stressed.
Blade was so persuasive and insistent, and I found it difficult to refuse the meetup.
“Okay, but we’re going to talk things out in a calm, rational fashion,” I warned him.
“I agree. I’ll text you the venue,” my persuasive rock star replied.
“Okay, cool. I will see you later then,” I replied.
“All right, thank you for listening to me, my love. My promise to you, Kira, is that I will never hurt you again.”
I appreciated his promise and hoped he would abide by it. We said our goodbyes and broke the connection.
“Phew.” I wiped sweat from my brows then rushed towards my closet to finish getting dressed for work.