Chapter 27

“Darn it!” I foul-mouthed amidst the clattering sound the glass cup in my hand made as it dashed to pieces on the floor. I was too lost in my thoughts that I forgot I was having water.

I retraced myself back to the bed and sunk into it with my hands coating my face. It was late in the night and Antonio wasn’t back home yet. I had a lot of questions for him and my lips and tongue were itching to flex. The air conditioner made my cold and anxiety even worse. As much as I didn’t want to think about it, it always just clung to my head. My heart hurt and one of the list of questions I needed to ask Antonio was if he was impotent or not. An answer to that would have rid me of all the confusion because the story wasn’t adding up. What would an impotent person be doing with women?

I looked up at the clock and though the room was slightly dark, I could see that it was twelve minutes past eleven PM and Antonio was yet to get back home. I commenced pacing the room with my heart racing. I actual