No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

I watched as Conrad's shoes splashed through puddles, rainwater soaking through the fabric. "How did Ernest pull it off?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

"I'm not sure, nobody is," Conrad replied, adjusting his umbrella to shield us better from the rain as he glanced at me.

I met his gaze head-on. "So, you think I'm in the know and you're trying to pry some information out of me?"

Facing my piercing stare, Conrad conceded, "You probably don't know."

He looked away, continuing to walk. "He's keeping it under wraps for sure. But I heard something."

"What?" I prodded.

"There's a rumor going around that the head of Club Q got into some trouble. Whether it's true, I can't say," Conrad shared, the uncertainty in his voice clear. It seemed he was trying to gauge my reaction. "You suspect Ernest's involved?"

After a brief pause, Conrad admitted, "Maybe, but it seems unlikely. Club Q is a big deal in Houston, touching their boss, let alone getting an audience with him, is no small feat."

understand he must have tried and failed to meet with Club Q's

have no idea... and he didn't give me a chance to ask," I confessed, feeling a droplet of rain hit my face, chillingly reminiscent of the tears I shed when Ernest pushed me away.

he didn't want the woman he loves risking her life for another man," I shared, raising my umbrella a

weren't about you specifically; it's about valuing life. It could have been anyone, but it happened to be you. With our history, Ernest's

actions with me led Haley to misunderstand, despite

said smoothly, a hint of genuine apology in

bitter smile. "Think explaining to him would

was now on with Ernest, only

"Felicia..."

"Conrad, whatever happened

Don't blame yourself or feel guilty," I

Houston? Consider it repaid the next time I need blood. We're each other's

I concluded to