Chapter 20

Ashton ... I Don’t Want To Be A Player No More

For two days, I called Chelsea from another number and left messages for her to call me. She had not called me once. She was really bugging me. Before this time, she would at least entertain my phone calls after a mess-up. This time, she blocked me, deleted her social media accounts, and ghosted me.

I sat in my bed looking over at this chick who had invited herself over for the past couple of nights. I couldn’t believe that I had this woman in my bed. My bed was for Chelsea. Yet, Chelsea was not being responsive. She was being unreasonable. I hoped by having a few people see Elise stay over at the crib the news would get back to Chelsea.

I hoped it would make her mad enough to at least show-up and act a fool. That would have shown me there was still a chance. I heard her voice, “Come back to bed, babe.”

I looked at her oddly, “babe?”

She sat up, “It’s early just come get some more rest.”

I got out of bed, “I told you I have to go to work. It’s time for you to leave.”

“I thought you told Mick you were off today?”

My eyes squinted, “What are you listening to my phone calls now?”

“No. I just—”

“Look Elise, it’s time for you to go and you know what don’t come back here without calling first.”

She came over to me. Her naked body wrapped around me, “Don’t be like this. I’m sorry.”

I stepped back, “Seriously. I told you this was nothing more than sex. You already knew that. So why are you acting like we are in something.”

“I’m not acting like anything.”

I went to the bathroom to take a shower. I was off for the day but that wasn’t her business. I had a day to myself. I looked at myself in the mirror. I heard shit breaking in my bedroom, and I ran out, “Hey girl, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

She was throwing expensive bottles of cologne on the floor and ripping the curtains off the windows. I grabbed her and held her in place, “You gotta leave.”

She stood still apologizing. I picked up her clothes and handed them to her, “Get dressed, I’ma pay for an Uber to take you home.”

As she dressed slowly, she eyed me with contempt, “You haven’t changed.”

“Excuse me?”

“You haven’t changed at all. Still, a fuckboy running around sticking your dick in anything. That’s why you missed out on a good woman.”

“You don’t know me.”

“Oh, I know you. But I’m so insignificant to you like all the other women you’ve fucked that you don’t even remember me.”

“Girl, what are you talking about?”

“I’m the chubby girl with braces from high school. The one you and four of your friends fucked on a coach after a party back in high school.” She shook her head.

As I stood there looking at her, my mind flashed to that moment. I didn’t even remember the chick’s name. It was a night. A poor decision, “Look, it wasn’t like we raped you. You gave it up.”

“Of course, I did. I did it for you. I wanted you. And even after I did, I tried to become friends with you and you rejected me. Just dismissed me. Like I was nothing.”

“So, what’s all this about?”

She shook her head, “Nothing. Thanks for the dick. Have a shitty life asshole. And I’ll get my own Uber.”

I stood in shock as she left. I heard the door slam shut. I looked at my room which was a mess. Instead of going for a haircut early, I’d have to clean up.