“Look Dreu…you need to leave.” I cleared my throat, but my voice still shook.
He raised a thick brow with a look of amusement on his face.
“Need?” He questioned casually.
“Yes,” I snapped more forceful than I felt. “I have a boyfriend. Devin has a key; he could pop up here any moment. I don’t do drama.” I stated folding my arms across my heavy chest.
At the sound of Devin’s name, something in Dreu’s face changed. It was void of playfulness. It darkened. His cocky ass smirk turned into something more dangerous.
“Good,” he shrugged, “Let that nigga see?—”
“Dreu, please?—”
“Nah,” he leaned forward on the couch, elbows now on his knees. “Let that nigga pop up. Somebody need to show him how my woman should have been treated while I wasn’t here.” He spat.
My mouth went dry as my stomach dipped hard. I needed something to do, the cold draft behind me indicated that I forgot to shut my front door all the way. I was happy for the quickintermission; I turned and shut the door then gave Dreu my attention again.
“I’m not your woman.” I looked him right in the eyes to prove how serious I was.
His eyes flicked over me like he heard all the silent things that I refused to say out loud.
“You always been mine…you just tried real fuckin’ hard to forget that shit.” He spat out shamelessly.
I shook my head fast, because this conversation was going in the wrong direction.
“Dreu please, I’m tired and just want to go lay down. Thank you for the gifts, if you want you can take it all back since I’m not speaking your language and?—”
He cut me off by reaching to the side and grabbing something off my small table beside the couch. My breath caught at the stack of white envelopes. It was my mail, my damn bills, all of them ripped open. Dreu tossed them onto the couch beside him.
“I know enough.” He cocked his head to the side.
My throat tightened as I took a step forward.
“Dreu…” I started.
He smirked again, not out of arrogance, it was more so out of certainty.
“I spent my whole morning avoiding my PR and manager… Just to break up in this bitch to see what’s really been going on. At first, I planned on a romantic evening and start ordering up all kinds of shit,” he waved his hand around to show case all of the gifts.
“But then I saw all these bills on the kitchen island. I went through every overdue notice, every final warning…every bill with your name on it.” His jaws clenched.
“I didn’t know which ones were already handled so I just paid everything.” He licked his lips.
My knees almost buckled, my eyes widened and watered at the same time.
“What do you mean everything?”
“Light bill. Water. Car note paid off, although I plan on getting you something fresher,” he licked his succulent lips. “Internet and cable. Credit cards…whatever else I saw.” He shrugged.
“Dreu—”
“Oh, and your rent,” he added smoothly. “Paid that up for the whole year.” He added.
My heart slammed so hard in my chest it hurt. He was hitting me left and right making it hard for me to think straight. All I could manage to say was.
“Why did you do that?” I whispered it like it was forbidden.
Dreu looked at me like the answer was the simplest thing in the world.
