“Will do,” I promised.
We exchanged a few more words and ended the call.
I sneezed, and my fucking throat burned. I was pissed off because I had no idea where I got this shit from.
I woke up with a banging headache, a blocked nose, and a slight fever.
Pulling my throw blanket over my head, I left my room to see if there was anything in my kitchen that might help with how I was feeling.
On my way to the kitchen, I received a text message from Ocean.
O:OMG, I just heard you’re sick. Do you need me to bring anything?
I sucked my teeth, knowing that no matter what, she was still texting my brother and wondered why I wouldn’t even let her near me. I wasn’t sure if they were still fucking or not. Hell said he wasn’t, and I halfway believed him because his wife, Ella, was certified as fuck and would definitely kill his ass.
But it had me thinking he was lying from how often he told Ocean shit about me. If I wanted her to know I was sick, I would have told her my damn self. I didn’t know what Hell called himself doing by telling her everything about me, but I would have been a fool to take that girl seriously. And that was why I felt like she was in my life to keep watch.
I wanted a girl that nobody knew so that I could be sure she was all mine and there for me—not for anyone else or because my father made them. That wasn’t Ocean.
Deciding to ignore her message, I put my phone down and started looking for what I came for.
As I searched my kitchen cabinets, I heard my front door open and close. A sense of relief washed over me knowing my mama had come to see me. She’d know what to do.
I heard her footsteps approach from behind me.
“Hey Mama, you know what I can take for a cold?” I asked with my back to her. When she didn’t respond, I turned to face her, only to see some short chick standing in my fucking kitchen.
“The fuck are you?!” I yelled, making her jump.
“I’m your housekeeper, remember?”
I’d been so busy for the past two weeks that I forgot my mama said she hired somebody.
“Oh, my bad. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Shorty looked like she was about to shit herself.
“I didn’t know you were here. I can come back another day.” She rushed and turned to leave the kitchen, but I stopped her.
“Are you not here to do a job?”
She stopped in her tracks and slowly turned to look at me. I narrowed my eyes at her.
“What’s your name?” I asked. Her dark, big eyes widened a little before she cleared her throat.
“Kairi.”
For some reason, it felt like I’d seen her before.
“I’m Havoc. Don’t I know you?”
Her little bobble head bounced.
“We met a few nights ago, at The Cove. I was the bartender.”
“Oh!”
She was the chick Ocean tried to fight for talking to me,I thought as I stood there watching her.
