“The fuck is this?” Cash growled, his eyes locked on Marcus.
Marcus smiled, eyeing Cash unbothered. “Oh, you ain’t tell me you was here with your littlefriend, Juicy,” he said, finally letting go of me.
I wasted no time backing up. “Actually, Cash is my man,” I said firmly, stepping beside him.
Marcus’s face twisted in anger. “Your man? You dead ass? ‘Cause the other night?—”
“Don’t get popped saying slick shit, my nigga,” Cash cut him off as he stepped in front of me.
“Take the L and leave, bruh,” Jelani warned, moving Monica behind him. “I promise, this ain’t what you want.”
Marcus’s eyes darkened, but he put his hands up and backed away. “Y’all got it,” he laughed, his eyes flicked toward me. “I’ma holla at you, Jasmine.”
Cash started toward him, and I grabbed his shirt before he could go after him.
“Fucking clown,” Jelani muttered as Marcus disappeared into the crowd.
“Always some shit when we out with y’all,” Monica mumbled, pushing away from Jelani when he tried taking her hand.
Cash was visibly heated as we made our way back to VIP. Slim and Fontaine sat up straighter when they saw him, like they were waiting for the green light. I sank onto a couch, trying to steady my breathing. Monica dropped down beside me with a sigh. Cash stood near the railing, fuming as he looked out over the crowd, like he was trying to track Marcus’s movements on the dance floor.
The bottle girl came over with our drinks. I took mine and threw it back, hoping the tequila would wash away the sick feeling out of my chest.
“What the fuck was that?” Monica whispered.
“My nut ass ex,” I muttered, fishing my phone out of my purse as it buzzed again.
Marcus: [1 video attachment]
I clicked it without thinking, expecting some bullshit.
But I wanted to throw up the second it loaded.
It was us in his hotel suite.
Him on top of me. My legs around him.
I didn’t even know he recorded it.
Another text came through.
Marcus: Should I send this to your nigga?
The phone slipped from my hand and hit my thigh.
“Jasmine.”
I looked up, heart hammering, and saw Cash standing over me. I snatched the phone and shoved it into my purse before he could catch a glimpse of the screen.
“Come talk to me,” he said, moving toward a secluded corner.
I rubbed my hands on my thighs and stood.
“The fuck was that?” he asked once we were out of earshot.
“What was what?” I fumed. “You think I wanted him all up on me like that?”
“I didn’t say that?—”
