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email. 
     
    ~Nichelle Gregory

 
    The Email
     
    Tyla took a sip of cold coffee and smiled. The java was terrible, but she didn’t care. She’d finished her last design of the day. She sat up straight in her chair and stretched the tight muscles in her neck. All she had to do was check her emails and save the files she wanted to take home to look at later with a glass of wine in hand . She was looking forward to a nice long soak in her tu b and a relaxed evening of self- pampering.
    Tyla could hardly wait to leave the office. She sat her favorite mug down, opened her inbox to find only two emails to read and no doubt answer. Her gaze went to the sender of the first email and she sighed.
    Jared .
    Tyla opened the email and read her ex-boyfriend’s tired apology and yet another plea for forgiveness. She had stopped answering his calls or texts . Emailing her at work was his last annoying tactic. Tears began welling up in her eyes a s she reread his feeble attempt to explain why he deserved another chance.
    She’d given him two.
    She sucked in a breath. She was done. Jared would never change. Tyla stared at the email, berating herself for allowing his message to upset her. She didn’t want him back. It was the unanswered questions that got to her. The why’s, who and where’s that keep the pain fresh.
    Once a cheater, always a cheater.
    The saying echoed in Tyla’s head, twisting the knot of anger within her. She hadn’t wanted to believe that about Jared, but those words couldn’t have been truer where he was concerned. She couldn't understand why he’d repeatedly cheated on her. All the time and effort she’d spent taking care of her body had meant nothing. She was proud of her 5 foot 7 inch, hour gla ss shape. Her hair and nails were always maintained and she prided herself on staying in the gym. It had taken her way too long to realize none of that mattered when the man you were with was a compulsive cheater.
    She didn’t want Jared, but she did miss the sex. He had been an amazing lover, the only man able to make her come with his cock alone. Tired of the dating scene, Tyla hadn’t been out with a man nor had sex for almost three months. The sexual hiatus was taking its toll on her. She hated how much she craved the hot s ex Jared had alway s been able to deliver. That had been part of the reason she’d kept trying to make it work. Good cock was hard to give up and Jared had banked on her not being strong enough to do it.
    “Tired player,” Tyla muttered.
    She shook her head, hating how weak she’d been the last time she’d let Jared talk his way through her door . He’d grabbed her, kissed her and Tyla had melted in his arms. She let him fuck her in the foyer of her condo, knowing the moment they’d both climaxed she’d made a mistake.
    Tyla stared at the last line of Jared’s email on her computer screen.
    You know you want it only the way I can give it.
    Fury boiled inside of her at the kernel of truth in his arrogant words.
    He had some damn nerve!
    She left the email open, toggled to a no ther window and viewed the last email from Brian, her art director . She groaned with dismay as she read his message. He wanted some last minute changes to her design before she left.
    Great!
    Just when she thought her day was over. Tyla read through his bullet points carefully, seeing merit in his requests. Brian was a tough art director , but Tyla respected him and she thought he was a hell of a designer. His work was always on point and he consistently knew how to take any designer’s work on his team to the next level with his suggestions.
    He was also sexy as hell.
    She often wondered about the lucky woman in his life. Brian was not only talented, but genuinely warm. Some lady was seriously lucky.
    Tyla typed a quick email in response to his, letting him know she would make the changes before she left. After hitting send, she began implementing the changes requested. Forty minutes later, she sighed with