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Good
afternoon, Ms. Watts. This is Mr. King, and it has been brought to my
attention that you were unhappy with our health club services, which
resulted in you cancelling your contract. If you would like to come
to the health club to discuss other services and scheduling, I'm sure
I can make it worth your while. I will be available today at six p.m.
and Friday at seven thirty. You can ask for me at the front desk and
one of the associates will escort you to my office.”
    Holy Sugar Honey Ice
Tea! I will not! I end the voice mail replay. I look at the clock,
and it's already 5:38 p.m. I'm leaving at six o’clock and going
home to enjoy my take-out and a nice bottle of Sweet Red. Sorry, Mr.
King, not happening. Ever.
    Sorry, Bry, I chuckle
to myself, not tonight.

CHAPTER 4
    One more day, and I can
relax the weekend away. I pull up to my two-bedroom home, thankful
this day is winding down. I grab the take-out I ordered for dinner,
along with the bottle of wine I picked up next door to the
Mediterranean restaurant. This is probably the only food I can eat
from a container; all others I have to plate. Food just tastes better
on a plate. So what, I'm a bit picky and a bit OCD-ish.
    When I walk through the
door, I hear movement. Before I completely enter my foyer, I pull my
pepper spray from my pocket. I drop my bags to the floor, and post up
against the wall. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I'm scared
out of my body. I try to make it back out of the door, without
looking back when I feel hands grab me, and I scream. “HOLY HELL!
BRYANT! WHAT THE HELL!”
    “Sorry, Bree. You
didn't answer me, so I decided to stop by.” He shrugs. “Sorry.”
    “You could have
called or texted me that you would be here.”
    “Well I thought you
would have stayed somewhere else or something. I don't know, Bree.
Things have been weird with us lately.”
    “Bry, we always talk
no matter what.”
    “Yeah, so why didn't
you return my call?”
    I shrug. “Busy?”
    “Busy, Bree?”
    “Yeah, with Mr.
Wilke’s extra projects, his merger. You know… busy.” I want to
congratulate Bryant, but I'll let him tell me about his news before I
do.
    “Mr. Wilke’s
projects?”
    “Yeah,” I respond.
I don't want Bryant to know, all I do for Mr. Wilke. He pays too
well, to let any of his business get into the mainstream media.
    “Oh,” he simply
says. I'm still trying to catch my breath, when he takes the pepper
spray out of my hand, and looks at it suspiciously.
    He shakes his head.
“You were going to mace me?”
    “It’s pepper
spray,” I say.
    “Same difference,”
he responds, as he grabs my bags from the floor.
    “What's for dinner?”
    “Mediterranean
chicken and vegetables.”
    “Ugh, I thought it
might be Thai.”
    “You might like it,
Bry.”
    “Yeah, I might like
ice baths, but I'm not trying it.”
    “Huh?”
    “Never mind, Bria;
you go get settled. We have things to talk about.”
    “I'll listen.”
    “No, you will also
talk.”
    “Whatever.” I
attempt to pass him, while I reach for my food. He pulls the bag
away, and grabs my chin.
    “You WILL talk to me, Bria.” Suddenly, I have an annoying sense of anger for
Bryant right now. I snatch my face away, and grab at my bags again.
    He moves them away once
more. “I'll plate your food; go, get comfortable.”
    I look at Bryant; he
gestures for me to go. I shake my head, as I walk away. My nerves are
shot to shit, and so is my bladder. I get to the bathroom just in
time. My thoughts are on food and getting rid of Bryant.
    “Dammit,” I say in
a whisper. I don't want to have this conversation with him now; shit,
maybe never. How can I get out of this? I'll tell him I don't feel
well. No, then he'll offer to take care of me. He’ll never leave. Shit! I'd pick the one good guy
to have as a best friend.
    My bathroom is
connected to my bedroom, so I go into the bedroom. Wait...
why am I trying to be so quiet? This is MY house. I am way
too distracted. I need to