“Ain’t you Xyleek’s shorty?”
I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes. “Fuck that nigga. Do you see him here? No. I’m my own shorty.”
“Bet,” he grinned and nodded. “My name is Rod.”
Glancing down, I giggled before our eyes met again. “Fitting since it’s so hard right now. You want to get out of here?”
“Shitttt, hell yeah!”
Gaining Rae’s attention, I let her know I was ready to go get my back cracked. She advised that it was a bad idea, but still left with me, and the two fine niggas. Since we’d gotten an Uber there, we rode with them back to our hotel because ours was closer than their crib.
“You sure you good, Drek?” Rae asked me when we reached the floor where our rooms were located.
I kissed her cheek. “I’m cool, babe. I’ll text you.”
She had that look in her eyes but nodded and let me go about my business. My room was on one end of the hall while hers was on the other. Tapping my key card against the lock, I let me and Rod inside of my room, and it was on after that. There was zero talking, just lots of kissing, clothes coming off, and hands all over my body.
I shouldn’t have been thinking about Xyleek, but he crept into my mind like a damn thief, which irritated me. The sooner I had a new nigga inside of me, the quicker I could get over Xy’s ass.
Rod laid me on the bed and then kneeled in front of me, spreading my legs apart. “Mm, you wet as a muthafucka, girl. I know this pussy taste good.”
“Find out,” I instructed him with a wink.
Licking his lips, he pushed his face in my wetness and went to town. His head wasn’t as good as Xy’s, but it wasn’t horrible either.
“Angel, you really letting another nigga taste my pussy?”
I screamed when I opened my eyes and saw Xyleek coming out of the closet, dressed in all black. He wore black gloves and had his gun with the silencer attached in his hand, so I knew shit was about to go left.
“Y-y-you said this nigga wasn’t h-h-here!” Rod stammered, falling backwards against the nightstand with his hands up in surrender.
“Xyleek! What the fuck are you doing here?” I scrambled to my feet to grab my clothes, a towel,orsomethingto cover my ass up with.
“What am I doing here? You had me wire you fifty bands so you could lay up with another nigga? Angel, are you dumb?” His voice sent a chill down my spine.
His tone was insanely calm, and he was only that calm right before he did something crazy.
“I wasn’t laying up—”
He put his gun to his lips in a silencing motion. “I don’t wanna hear it, baby. Tell this nigga sorry,” he waved his gun in Rod’s direction.
Slipping into my robe, I was confused. “Sorry for what?”
In one quick second, Xy put a bullet in the center of Rod’s forehead, causing me to cover my mouth and scream. Did I know Xyleek waskill a nigga over mecrazy? Yes. Had he ever done that shit in front of me? No. It wasn’t my first time seeing somebody killed, but that still didn’t mean Iwantedto see it.
“For ending his life,” he took two large steps, closing the gap between me and him. “Why the fuck would you make me come here and do that?”
My eyes swelled, glancing between Rod’s slumped body and the psycho nigga I was unfortunately in love with.
“Stop looking at that goofy ass nigga or you gon’ piss me the fuck off, for real,” he gritted his teeth with his nostrils flaring. “You had your fun, now get your shit and let’s go. I didn’t even cheat on you, but I hope you feel good about letting that nigga put his mouth on what’s mine.”
Blinking rapidly, I was frozen in place as my mind tried to process what was even happening. “H-how did you f-find m-m-me?” I stuttered, pulling my shaking hands away from my mouth.
“You withdrew money from the ATM,” he kissed my forehead, tucked his gun, and held my hands. “Stop shaking, Angel. I’m sorry that I had to do this shit in front of you, but I need you to know there willneverbe another nigga who will get away with having you from this point forward.”
“You’re actually psychotic.”
“No, what I am iscalm,and you should be thankful considering I just caught you cheating on me. Pack your bag, baby,” he smacked me on the ass and then took a seat on the bed as if there wasn’t a dead nigga in the room with us. “Actually, take a shower first. I’m not eating pussy behind some random ass nigga, and I definitely plan to fuck you silly when we get home.”
