Where Would I Be Without You - By CJ Hawk Page 0,50

it to his family brunch. Things would be far different right now.

I watched her grab the boots out of the box and holler over her shoulder as she started to walk out of my room. "Take a shower. Get back to work and that silly now that I am thirty plan. I'd tell you to burn it but you my love are so into lists and planning that I know you can't do it any other way. You need to get on with life. I'll call you this weekend."

As I heard my apartment door close, I figured that I would not get my boots back until I went to her place and got them back. I also figured, my aunt was right. I needed to get on with things.

When I got out of the shower, there was a text on my cell from my aunt. It simply read: Show him what he's missing out on and find that other fish in the sea. There are plenty.

Well, at least to my aunt there was. She was not very particular about the men she dated. If they had muscles, testosterone and nice eyes, she was sold. I was a bit more particular about my men.

Or was I? Come to think of it, Mason was the first man who was from any type of 'breeding stock' as my mom would call it. Usually, I just went for the muscles and testosterone and a pulse. Didn't even matter if the eyes made my heart go pitter-patter. However, Mason's eyes did. They made me want to stare into them and swoon, which I had done the entire week we were together.

Just then a knock at my door, startled me. I wondered who it could be. I went over, peeked through the peephole, and jumped back, causing my towel to fall down. I wasn't only naked in the physical sense, but I felt naked in the mental sense. Behind my door was the one man who had made me think everything would be all right, and then he dumped me.

"Just a minute." I hollered out. I ran into my room and threw on a pair of jeans commando, a black bra and black tee shirt. I ran a comb through my hair and took two seconds to put on mascara and raspberry colored lip-gloss. When I ran back to the apartment door, I didn't have to open it. He used his superintendent key to open it himself. He was leaning against my closed door with a sexy smile and sneaky look to his eyes.

"I guess I should have used the deadbolt." I joked, partially happy he was there. Actually ecstatic, but then the memory of the naked blonde woman in his place flooded back to me like a bad dream.

"I can get it open with that on." He took a step forward with the same look I felt until my memory came back. He had intentions, and they were sultry.

"I see. So how's blondie?" My tone could not have been any more snide or cold. I felt as if my bad girl side was pulling on one end of my rope screaming who cares about the naked blonde, while my sensible mature side was pulling harder, stronger, screaming at me 'you do you idiot; he cheated on you'. My internal mental contest was as confused as his face looked right now.

"Who?" His confused look did not stop him from taking another step closer.

I put my hand on my hip and cocked it sideways hard, tossed my head back and glared while I spoke out. "Unless that was a chicken you were choking with your tongue Monday morning, I'd say you decided to get a bit SERIOUS with some ditzy looking blonde. In your ROOM! Where I can SEE!" So my voice shouted a few words, and my heart was pounding like a jack hammer, while my hands ached to touch him just one more time.

I watched an even more confused look cross his face while he seemed to be thinking hard, and then he shook his head sideways back and forth, and laughed lightly. "Oh that! That is a complete misunderstanding. You might actually find it funny." Then he went quiet while smiling at me like he always did right before he did things to me that made me very happy.

"I would, would I?" I couldn't hold back. I never had that type of controlled restraint. I walked right past him, opened my door, and turned