Page 62 of A Major Love

“I was in panic mode, so no, I didn’t. I was honestly hoping he’d left my bedroom untouched.”

“I’ll go downstairs and see what I can find. Can you order room service?”

“Thank you, and do you want anything in particular?”

“The past twelve hours have been stressful, and I need some damn food. Order me whatever you’re having.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to mess up your training.”

“I’ll be fine,” he said before leaving.

It was after noon, so I ordered a fairly healthy lunch, then called my family. Another three-way call would have them on high alert, but I didn’t want to tell this story more than once. I’d texted our family chat to let them know I was okay, but I didn’t have the energy to do more than that last night.

I summarized the events from the previous night as quickly and as thoroughly as I could, and the three of them were in disbelief, but my brother had the most to say.

“Didn’t I tell you something was up with that nigga? I bet you believe me now,” he said.

“What I don’t need right now is an I told you so, Naseem. He violated me in more than one way, and all you can think about is being right.”

“She’s right, Son. Have some compassion,” Ma said.

“My bad, Dy. You know I’m just messing with you. I’m just glad he’s out of your life.”

“Thank you, Seem.”

“I’m glad you’re okay, baby girl. When are you coming home?” my father asked.

“I don’t know. My condo is in horrible condition. I need to get whatever is salvageable out, hire someone to do the repairs, and put it on the market.”

“We’ll come out there to help,” Ma offered.

“I don’t know if that’s necessary. Not many of my things can be saved, and the rest will be up to whoever I hire to get the placeready to sell. I’ll probably be here for a few more days at least, maybe a week.”

Major entered the room with a bag from one of the hotel stores and what I assumed was our food on a rolling cart.

“I’m about to eat lunch. I’ll keep y’all posted with my plans. Love y’all.”

“Love you too,” they chimed.

Major gave me the bag, and I looked inside to see what he’d purchased for me to wear. I pulled out a basic pair of black cotton shorts and a T-shirt with the hotel logo. I laughed and shook my head at his choice.

“What’s funny? It was all they had,” he said defensively.

“I’m guessing they didn’t have panties and bras.”

He shrugged. “I didn’t even look. You don’t need them anyway.”

“We can stop somewhere later, and I’ll grab a few things. I tried to order something healthy for you,” I told him when I noticed him looking at the food.

“This is cool. Thank you.”

After washing his hands, he moved the food from the rolling cart to the table in the corner of the room. As soon as he sat down, he picked up his turkey club sandwich and took a huge bite.

“Hungry much?” I teased as I sat across from him.

“Baby, I’m starving. Why doesn’t my sandwich have bacon?”

“Because bacon isn’t healthy.”