Chapter 23

Xavier’s POV:

I sit in the bathroom as Dionne pats my face with an alcohol soaked cotton ball. She pats a cut on my face and I grunt and I pull away.

“Stop it. That hurts.” I say, irritation in my voice.

“Well it’s gonna burn, and it’s gonna hurt. I can’t do anything about it, Xavier.” She snaps back.

She hates that I didn’t let her help me. She says that if she’d been there I wouldn’t have gotten stabbed. But I don’t care how she feels about it. I did what I knew was better for my fiancé and our child, so she can be mad all she wants.

“You could stop.” I say back.

“You’re annoyingly stubborn.” She says, rolling her eyes and continuing to clean the cuts on my face. “Acting that way, you won’t get any.” She teases.

“I’ll take it when I want it.” I say back, looking up at her.

“I won’t let you.”

“I’ll take it anyway.”

“Boyfriend or not, it’s rape.”

“Don’t get smart with me. Anyway, I could live without it.”

“Puh-lease. You can’t go more than three days without it.” She says,