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you.”
“What’s wrong?” Ivy sat up.
“What I need to say doesn’t need to be said over the phone.”
    Ivy could sense the stress in his voice and stopped her questions. “Okay, I’ll be right over,” she said hanging up the phone.
     
     
    *
     
     
    Half an hour later, Ivy pulled up to River Estates Luxury Condo Community and buzzed Grey. Hundreds of thoughts flooded her mind as she drove to his place. Now she was about to get closure. The gates opened, and she drove silently through the streets until she arrived at his driveway. Hesitantly parking her car, she tried to fight the fatigue that overwhelmed her. Grey came to the front door and turned on his porch light signaling for her to come inside.
    “God, what’s going on?” she said aloud softly.
    Ivy crossed the threshold of Grey’s home. Without thought, she allowed him to take her coat as she walked into the foyer. She looked around in awe as always. Grey’s home had been decorated by a friend, who as a professional interior decorator out of Houston, Texas. The entire home had been lavishly decorated in black Armani Casa designs. It was modern and masculine. Every piece of furniture was an architectural art piece reminiscent of the Art Deco era of the 1930s. Even his foyer screamed aesthetic harmony with its clean lines, ultra elegant designs and attention to detail.
    As Grey put her coat away, Ivy made her way to the living room where she noticed a single shot glass of tequila and a nearly empty bottle of Gran Centenario on the table. This was extremely alarming to Ivy because Grey was a light, social drinker.
    Ivy sat down on the couch and took a deep breath. Normally, she was ever the optimist, but her gut feeling told her to prepare for the worse. So, what ever he was about to tell her, she wouldn’t cry. She wouldn’t curse or hit him. She wouldn’t scream. She wouldn’t… Grey sat beside her on the couch and interrupted her in deep thought. His smile had gone and worry laced his face.
    Ivy starred at Grey for a moment in his black cashmere turtleneck and lightly starched chinos. She loved his smooth brown chocolate skin clear of any blemish, his strong sculpted jaw line, his adorable dimple that seem to be planted like a star in his left cheek, his smooth black eyebrows, deep dark eyes and his broad shoulders that sprouted out like wings.
    “You want to tell me what this is about?” Ivy said looking at the glass on the table.
    “How rude of me. Would you like something to drink?” Grey offered politely
    “I think that I would prefer to stay sober.”
    Grey sighed. There was no need to prolong this moment any longer. “Look, I know it’s late, and you’re tired. But, I wouldn’t have called you over here if it could have waited until tomorrow.”
    “ It ,” Ivy said quietly. Grey’s words frightened Ivy, but she sat patiently, attentively listening.
    Grey continued. “It’s just that you know we’ve been going in circles for a couple of weeks now, and when you come over, it seems like I have an attitude with you.” Silence. “It’s seems like I don’t want you here or that I’m being shady. I mean, just the other day, you told me that it seemed like I was acting funny with you.” He touched her leg as he tried to explain. She looked down and back up at him in total confusion.
    “Go on,” Ivy said trying to get to the point.
    Grey continued, “Damn, I guess what I’m trying to say is that I do acknowledge the fact that something hasn’t been right around here. And I acknowledge the fact that the problem has been me.” He thought taking the blame would lighten the tension, but he was sorely mistaken. Ivy still had a blank look on her face. “It’ just that I am going through something right now. I know you don’t understand, but it’s like this wedding is taking me on a roller coaster ride.” He took a long deep breath. “When we’re together all we ever do is talk about the wedding. What colors we might use? How