“No, you don’t have to leave. I want you here,” she said. “Just give me a second.”
Fuck that, I don’t owe his ass no explanation,she thought. She pulled open the door, and instead of inviting him inside, she stepped into the hallway.
“You need to leave, Day,” she said, crossing her arms and side-stepping him as he tried to reach for her.
“You know I can’t really figure out the hold you have over me,” Day said. He shifted nervously and stared down at his Prada boots before meeting her glower.
Stassi scoffed. “You’re so full of shit. You barely spoke to me at the funeral, and then you left with someone else. I ain’t heard from you. You’re so hot and fucking cold, and I don’t have time…”
“That was business,” he said.
“Sure, business,” she answered.
“I fuck with you, Anastassia,” Day said.
“What does that mean? Do you even know?” she asked.
“Man, why we doing this out here? Can we go inside and argue? You can cuss a nigga out. I can say I’m sorry, and I can proceed with making you call a nigga name,” Day stated. His arrogance was such a fucking turn-on. “Because we both know where our fights lead to. A nigga fight with your ass on purpose just to get to that.” He backed her against the door. “Nothing happened with me and Da’vi. My head is fucked up. I lost my nephew. I just want to be under you for a minute. Or inside you. Just let me, Anastassia. Let’s just fuck and forget the world.”
“No, Day,” she said, putting her hand to his chest and softly pushing him away. “No.”
He stepped back, and she could see his bruised ego. The audacity for him to be confused pissed Stassi clean off. “Go and play with somebody else, Day. Like, for real. You think I didn’t see the little blog post about the car you gave that girl? She posted it, and the blogs ate it up. She posted you or what looked like a silhouette of you. I don’t know. I’m sure she snuck the picture, but it was you. You’re there, you’re here, and who knows who else is in rotation. Nigga, you out here everywhere. And I’m not interested. You can have the car back…”
“Don’t play with me. Ain’t nobody taking no fucking car back from you, Anastassia. That girl is business. She just wants a little clout. I’m not fucking her. I haven’t fucked her. Damn near don’t even like the girl,” Day said. Neither Stassi nor Day could believe he was even doing all this explaining.
“Doesn’t even matter. You clearly don’t like me either,” she responded.
The door opened behind her, and she ceased to exist. Somebody may as well have dug a grave because she died in that very spot. Grayson emerged from her place.
“Stassi, I’ma go. Just want to make sure you’re good,” Grayson said.
“Fuck is this nigga, man?” Day asked.
“You don’t have to go,” Stassi said.
“Nah, bruh, you should. Like now, before shit get thick, dawg,” Day stated in irritation.
Grayson scoffed. He wasn’t moved or intimidated, but Stassi prayed that Day had left his gun in the car. She didn’t see an ounce of bitch in Grayson, and she knew exactly how Day got down. This could go bad quickly. “Rule number one,” Grayson said to Stassi. “When you wrap this up, you know where to find me. But before I go, are you good here?”
“If she ain’t good, I promise you can’t do shit about it,” Day stated. “Get the fuck gone, nigga, before I lose my shit out here.”
“I’m fine, and I’m so sorry,” she said, stepping between them. “I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll call you later once I handle this.”
“Thank you for dinner.” He kissed her cheek and then walked by Day, stopping in front of him. “Might wanna look a nigga up before you let your temper get you into something you can’t get out of.” With that, he left. He was a grown-ass man. No need to beef with Day. No need to cause a scene. He didn’t even seem upset. He just left them to handle what was clearly a pressing situation.
“He’s a fucking city official, Day! What the fuck is wrong with you? Popping up here! Causing a scene? After the shit you pulled at the funeral?”
“I don’t give a fuck who that nigga is. You fucking him?” Day asked. “Cuz I promise, I’m taking issue with any nigga falling in that. It’s that good, my baby, and that’s how I’m coming behind it.”
Stassi hated that his toxic ass turned her on. She had just been entertaining a perfect gentleman, but God, this street shit made her wet.
“Let me be clear with you, Day. I like you. I may have even thought I had feelings for you, but every time I let my guard down, you fuck up. So, nah, we’re not doing this.”
“It’s just a lifestyle, Stassi. It’s not real. The shit is smoke and mirrors. I’m a rapper and a music mogul. It’sgon’ be a lot of speculation. You got to be able to handle that.”
“I can’t handle it. I’m telling you now. So, let’s just not. You have a good night, Day,” Stassi said, shaking her head. “And thanks for ruining mine.”
“Proudly ruined that shit,” Day stated unapologetically. “Corny-ass nigga. Sleep tight. Good and lonely. Let me know when you done being mad. Stubborn ass.”
