Out Of Bounds (Balls To The Walls) by Lolah Lace Page B

She was completely enamored with him. Who wouldn’t be with his handsome model good looks and chiseled features? She was practically swooning.
    Jack took the lone seat across from me. He took his menu, never acknowledging the beautiful blonde hostess that couldn’t keep her eyes off him. He dismissed her with a hand wave before she could even get two words together to form a sentence.
    Then Jack decided to barely acknowledge me. I smirked. He think he doing something. I’m use to his dismissiveness. He had dressed for this meeting. He looked good in his dark washed jeans, peach Lacoste polo and tanned skin. He looks well and rested. That’s all I can ask for. I hope he showed up with a decent attitude.
    “Kari.” His eyes squinted as he said my name.
    “Jack.” I tilted my chin up for no reason that I could think of. His piercing gaze forced me too look somewhere other than at him. The ceiling seemed like a good enough place.
    “You look well.” His thin lips pressed into a line that I was all too familiar with.
    “Thank you. You do too.” I was being nice.
    “So finally you want to see me.” He leaned into the table. He surely seemed closer than he actual was. How wide is this table? They should make them about two feet wider.
    I regained my composure. “Yeah, you seem to talk a lot of shit over the phone. So I figured we would do this face to face. I want to see if you’re on the same ole bullshit.” That was me being extra. I really need to quit.
    He chuckled like I had said something mildly amusing. “You need to stop the foul language now, before the baby is born. It’s not becoming of you or any mother.”
    “You didn’t seem to have a problem with it when we were together.”
    “You acted less ghetto when we were together.”
    Push pause Kari and tell this asshole his Mama is ghetto. Do I throw this glass of water in his face or ignore the dumb shit, inhale, exhale. I’m rocking with ignore. “I disagree. You had a tendency to bring the ghetto out of me. So I have to vehemently disagree with that observation.”
    “You would. I think I was a good influence on you.” Jack placed his hand on the menu before him as he subtly flashed a spanking new Rolex watch in my face.
    “A good influence like I was a pupil in your charm school.”
    “That’s one way of looking at it. ”
    Change the subject. “So Jack, how have you been?” You’ve been an asshole but besides that.
    “I’m great as good as I can be, better than good. My business is great.” He smirked. “You my dear, you look a little tired, a little fat, a lot of fat.”
    Okay bitch, I got you. I’m going to leave your Hawaiian Tropic tanned ass right at this table. Jesus take the wheel. He just told me moments ago I look good. Asshole, make up your mind. Are you going to be nice? Or are you going to insult me? Figure it out.
    I quickly stood. I am not having this monkey ball bullshit. Jack grabbed my wrist before I could step away from the table. I was pregnant and slow. Under normal circumstances I would have already been in my car driving my black ass away.
    “Kari, please. I’m sorry.” Jack quickly stood. “Please, darling I’m sorry. Don’t go. Sit. Please.” He begged me with his baby blues. His forehead was wrinkled and strained. The corners of his eyes were pinched. The desperation in his face made the intensity of my anger seep right out of me. I looked down at his hand wrapped tightly around my wrist. Jack instantly let go of my wrist. I felt my nostrils flare as I respired. I’m too emotional for this. This was a huge mistake.
    I slowly eased back down into my chair as Jack regarded me optimistically. He even forced a slight smile. That had to be hard for him. I wished I didn’t care about his feelings. I could just walk out of here if I didn’t care. I do care.
    “Jack, I don’t want it to be like this between us, trading insults. I have apologized to you so many times. You’re not tired of being mean to