“I can’t stand you, dammit!” Brooke threw a glass across the room at him from the kitchen.
This woman must be out of her damn mind throwing his belongings in his house. He ducked before the glass could hit him and instead it hit the wall behind him. “You need to get out of my house with all that.” He said angrily
“Why can’t you spend time with me? You can spend all day with your boy, Matthew, but you can’t find any time for me? How is that fair?” Brooke whined
He tried to reign in his temper but her ridiculous whining was irritating him. “Brooke, I make time for you. Hell, I spend almost every day with you. You just can’t accept the fact that you can’t have me all to yourself. You’re selfish and spoiled. You always have been since the start of this relationship. Hell, even before we became a couple.”
She screamed and stomped her foot in a childlike manner. “You don’t know a good thing when you see it. I’m tired of wasting my time with you.”
He frowned deeply. He was so fed up with this shit. It was time to end this. “So, now you’re wasting your time with me? Well, you know what? Let me help you out then.” He walked over to his door and opened it for her. He watched as her eyes widened and realization dawned on her that she was being kicked out of his house. “You can leave now.” He said when she didn’t move.
She held her head high. He would not get the best of her. “You know what? You’re not worth it. I’m out of here.” She walked through the door with her head held high and he slammed it shut behind her.
Women… What was that saying? You can’t live with them and you can’t live without them. He had a different viewpoint on that theory. He had to calm down before he lost it. If Brooke hadn’t left, they may have ended up fighting. He’d never hit a woman in his entire life but he’d come close to it with her. She had a way of annoying the hell out of him with her constant whining and neediness. He did not understand women. It was as if nothing was ever good enough for them. Sometimes, he just wanted to give up on them all together and live the rest of his life as a single, unattached man. He was a decent guy with his own architectural business, car, and house. He was thirty-five years old, six feet tall, African-American, one-hundred and seventy pounds with caramel skin, gray eyes, low cropped hair, and a well sculpted chest and rock hard abs from the countless times he benched weights at the gym. He wasn’t conceited about his looks, just a humble guy looking for a do right woman, yet he seemed to get involved with the craziest women.
He’d met Brooke December 2009 on Rodeo Drive when she was walking out of Louis Vuitton. She’d had a ton of bags and like a gentleman he’d offered to help her carry them to her car. His first assessment of her was that she was strikingly beautiful and seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. After their second date, she had been discussing marriage with him. He was not ready for that step. Of course, Brooke definitely seemed like she could have made a wonderful wife someday. During their relationship, she’d cooked his meals, cleaned his house, washed his clothes, and still managed to make time to spend time with him. He hadn’t even asked her to do those things for him. Not that he ever would have. He was more than capable of doing things on his own. Although she had some perfect qualities that any man would want, she was just too clingy most of the time. It was as if she didn’t have a life of her own. When he would go out to hang with his best friend Matthew, she would cry believing that he didn’t want to spend time with her. The ironic part was that he’d spent most of his free time with her yet that still was not enough. He’d spent way too much time trying to please someone who found fault in everything. He’d had enough of her antics after this last episode of hers. There was only so much a man could take. He’d always tried to avoid drama but somehow it always managed to find him. Sighing heavily, he decided that getting out of the house for a few hours was a good idea.