Chapter 7

Thayer POV

I see where this is going.

Blae is going to make me bury her ass. I told her all weekend not to fuck with me. She has no idea who I am yet, but she will. And here she is avoiding and running from me. So, I came up with a plan to ambush her. She thinks she going to leave work and ensconce herself in her apartment and not let me in, well fuck that I say.

I leave work earlier than her. I anticipated this so I came prepared. I drive to her house and park my truck out of site. I walked to her side door and jimmied the lock. The door opens, figures she doesn't have an alarm. This a damn shame, this woman is making me crazier than I already am. She had her instructions; she didn't pack a damn thing either. I walk around her house for the next 30 minutes throwing shit and ransacking the place. I came to a picture of her and her parents. Her mom is a beautiful black lady and her dad looks like a big ass Mexican or Puerto Rican. I smile, her dad has curly hair, I see where she gets it.

I hear her car pull in and she quickly gets out and runs to her door and unlocks it. I wonder who she's running from? I chuckle quietly.

I quietly sit on the couch. She comes in and leans against the door releasing a deep breath.

"What are you doing here," I say.

She jumps and stares at me in horror.

"Thayer! I was coming h..ho..ome t..too p..pack." She's so cute but pissing me off at the moment with the lies.

"I see," I said standing up. "You see Blae I'm pissed to the max for numerous reasons. One, you haven't even attempted to pack shit. Two, you get to work and flirt and make a date with a guy from HR." She cuts me off here.

"Thayer please, I didn't flirt with anyone, I swear."

I don't believe her and the image of them earlier talking has me pissed all over again and her running just did it for me.

I slap the fuck out of her, I did it real hard so that I can see blood. And I'm rewarded when her head snaps back and blood starts coming from her lip. She cries out and holds her lip. "You fucking with me Blae?" She goes quiet. "Answer me right fucking now,” I growl.

"Nn..noo Thayer."

"I believe you are and why is your hair up in this bun?" I don't even let her answer. "Take it down now!!"

"Oh, and since you didn't pack, I made it a little easier for you to grab your shit."

She finally looks around. "Thayer why did you do all this.”

"Because I was pissed, better the furniture than you. I'll hire a cleaning service, pack a bag and let’s go." I grabbed her hand and she snatched it back and said "no!!"

"Come again"

"I said no!” she spat and blood from her lip landed on my face.

Suddenly I am shoved backward hard and I trip over the mess I made. I curse and get up and chase her. She runs into the kitchen and grabs something.

"Stay back," she said.

"Are you seriously threatening me with a rolling pin," I say. I charge her and she throws it at me, and I dodge it. She takes off down the hall. I follow her but not before tripping over a chair from the table that she threw in my way, I go down and land on my side, I'm going to kill this bitch. I get up and charge toward her bedroom door with my shoulder. I only see red. I hit it again with my shoulder.

I hear her scream. "Open this fucking door bitch, "I growl.

"Thayer please calm down, I'm sorry, I'll come."

I hit the door again and again until I'm in the room.

I see her in the corner crying and shaking. I grab her and throw her on the bed, she screams, but I'm beyond thought. My fist starts flying. She continues to scream. I feel bone under my fist, maybe her cheekbone. She maneuvers some kind of way that she's in a ball covering her face. I stop, taking deep breaths.

Even to my own ears I sound possessed when I say, " pack a bag and let’s go."

She still lay there and sobbing. "Now!!" I say sharply.

"Ttth..ayer please."

"Don't make me repeat myself."

She gets up slowly and starts to pack a couple of bags and memorabilia.

"I'll send someone to finish up here and get your car. Let’s go," I grab her bag and look back at her, she's limping out the house, I'm still so angry, she better not make a wrong move.

The drive to the house is quiet except for her sniffles, I'm still very pissed, she better be lucky I didn't kill her ass for that shit she pulled.

We make it back to my place. "Go clean yourself up and rest and then cook us some dinner, I'm going downstairs to the gym."

She says nothing.

"Do you hear me talking to you!"

"Yes."

"Well then acknowledge me"

"Yes Thayer, I will," she said and walked off.

"Fucking women."