“Ok.” Bobbi rubbed her protruding stomach. “I’ll do it.”
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Tyler peered over at her vibrating phone and rolled her eyes. Times like this, she wished she had a couple of Percs, Molly, hell, something to help her forget that she had been in a relationship for seven years with Satan's little brother. Dexter and his harassment were on a different level. He called her all day, every day, from all types of numbers. He emailed her pretending to be booking companies, and when that didn’t work, he started sending her messages through DoorDash orders. Tyler didn’t know why he was fucking with her when he was in a very public relationship with the same bitch he swore he didn’t touch. At this point she didn’t give two fucks, but all she wanted was for him to leave her alone. Hell, Tyler almost wanted to DM Amber and tell her to get the nigga because Dexter was doing backflips on her last nerve.
“Stop calling me!” Tyler yelled into the phone without looking at the number.
“Damn.” His deep voice softened her face. “That’s how you feel?”
“Oh, it’s you.” Tyler sunk deeper into the couch.
“That nigga harassing you?” Logic interrogated.
“Him and everybody else.” She downplayed the situation. “What’s up with you?” Tyler asked, pushing Dexter to the back of her mind.
“You. We about to go on a date.”
“What?” She giggled. “Aren’t you supposed to ask?”
“Nah. If I ask, it implies that you have an option, and I know better than to give a woman a option. Especially a woman like you.”
“A woman like me...what’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re an overthinker. If I ask you on a date, you’re going to start with that I don’t want to be in public bullshit. You probably gone text your friends asking what you should say and eventually talk yourself out of a good thing.”
“You don’t know me,” Tyler snickered because he was absolutely right. If given the option, she would’ve told herself all the reasons she didn’t need to be out with him.
"I’m outside.”
“What?” Tyler jumped off the couch. “How did you know I was here?”
“Because you can’t really go nowhere,” Logic chuckled.
“Very funny.”
“I'm fucking with you, jailbird. Your homeboy also sent me a DM letting me know he was out of town and you needed some company.”
“He what?” She gasped in disbelief.
“Nigga said you was over here about to jump out of the window if I didn’t come save you.”
“You’re lying.” Tyler twisted her lips.
“Dead ass. So here I am. Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your wig.”
“Oh my god, I hate you.” Tyler burst out in laughter, walking over to the window. Peeking out, she spotted Logic leaning against his truck with the phone pressed to his ear. The grin on his face matched hers.
“Stop being a stalker and come outside.”
“Give me a few minutes, I need to put on some clothes.”
“Damn, it’s five in the evening, you ain’t washed your ass yet?”
“Nope,” Tyler giggled.
“Nasty ass,” Logic jested. “Take your time, sweetheart. I got all day.”
Running to the guest room, Tyler grabbed her towel and bonnet. Before Shane left to go out of town, he installed an auburn layered wig on Tyler’s head. He gave her a blunt bang and added pin curls. She didn’t have anything going on, but Shane swore that when you looked good, you felt good. Tyler’s spirits weren’t the highest, but thanks to Shane, she looked better than she had in months. Stripping from her clothing, Tyler started the shower and leaned against the sink while it warmed up. Picking up her phone, she started to send Shane atext but noticed there was already a message from him. Opening the text, Tyler snickered at the screenshot from the ring camera. It was Logic posted against his truck with his phone in his hand. The cream Nike joggers and wheat colored Timberland boots looked good on him.
