TITAN by Kate Stewart

excuse.
    “Would you have said yes a week
ago, Jordy?” he asked, taking his eyes off the road for a brief second and
giving her a hard look.
    “No, No. I am not doing this with
you,” she said sternly.
    “Doing what Jordy? It’s just a
fucking question,” he snapped.
    “Okay, what the fuck, Tite? Do you
want to make this easy going or do you want to have this conversation. This
feels like a fight. We haven’t even been together a complete hour yet. I know
this whole thing kind of started out of my relationship ending, but it had to
end. Let’s not fucking ruin the fun we are having by
beating a fucking dead horse. Tony and I are done. You gave me the decision to
make, and I made it. I haven’t given you any reason to believe I regretted it.
I am here with you, now. Not him. So let’s have some fun and put the serious
shit aside.”
    Just then, she noticed his lip was
bleeding.
    “Your lip, it’s bleeding! What
happened to your lip?”
    She reached into her purse to find a
tissue but all she had was a receipt, she folded in thirds and reached over to
the driver’s seat and starting dabbing his lip, soaking up the little amount of
blood that was leaking.
    She realized it was swollen.
Inspecting him further, she saw a trace of green under his right eye.
    “Your eye! What the hell happened
to you, Tite?”
    “Nothing, it’s nothing,” he said,
knowing she would not accept it.
    “Tite, you left my house last night
and got into a fight?”
    “I left your house last night and a
fight found me. Now, drop it,” he snapped.
    “Please, at least tell me you’re
okay. Are you hurt anywhere else?’
     
    He wasn’t irritated by her concern,
but he knew he had gotten the best of Tony and if it had gone any further, he
might have another lawsuit on his hands.
    Hell, he might have blown the
whistle last night.
    “I am fine, the other guy is fine,
we just kind of got into it and then it was over, no big deal, okay?”
    With that, he ended the
conversation.
    “Where are we going?” she asked, as
if to confirm that he won that battle.
    “My house,” he replied, almost
cheerful.
    Jordy was shocked, excited, before
she even had a chance to process they were at the gates.
    His gates.
    The gates opened with a sweeping
motion, opening opposite of their direction toward a ridiculously long
driveway. She saw the mansion in the distance and gasped, it was huge .
It almost looked to be the size of an industrial building, but with character.
The roof was slanted sharply on all sides.  There was a perfectly
manicured front garden and a large staircase leading to the front door. It
wasn’t all at what she expected. In front was a circular drive which they
bypassed and drove into a five car garage.
    “Come on,” he said, heading out of
the driver’s seat to the garage door.
    She unbuckled her seat belt and
opened her door.
    She was so dazed by she had just
seen that she missed her step and fell out of the truck, smacking her head with
a loud thump on the car door as she went down. 
    She fell flat on her back, smacking
her head a second time on the garage floor.
    “Jordy!” He ran to help her up.
“Jesus, woman, what the fuck?”
    She was so embarrassed she couldn’t
move for a second. Her dress had fallen short of exposing her panties and she
was flat on her back on the garage floor. It had knocked the wind out of her
and she made no attempt to get up. He was hovering over her at this point, eyes
wide, and cursing her softly and she started laughing uncontrollably.
    “Jordy, are you okay?”
    “Ow, ow, ow, fucking ow!”
    She was laughing and he was so
shocked that he just sat next to her, leaning over her, until he couldn’t hold
it in anymore.
    They both laughed so hard, they
couldn’t get her off the ground for a solid minute. He picked her up, gently,
still sitting on the floor and held her to him, still laughing. She wrapped her
arms around his neck and his chuckle slowed as he stopped to look at her.