“Do you know when the security system will be done?” I asked, refusing to look his way.
I didn’t want him to see how irritated I was.
Mecca used to love seeing me get all in my feelings about him screwing another bitch. It was his way of controlling me and feeding his ego. As long as I was acting a fool over the women he was screwing, he knew he had me.
Never again.
“Nah, but I’ll check.” He slid his finger under my chin and turned me toward him. “What’s up? You good?”
“I’m fine.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Well, that’s unfortunate.” I finally freed myself from him and scooted out of the bed.
“Is this about Melina?”
“No.” I lied, but I knew I said the shit too fast.
This was the part where I expected him to start laughing and tell me I was tripping.
“If it is, just tell me the truth.”
He stood up.
I could feel the weight of his footsteps as he rounded the bed and walked behind me.
“Even if it is, I have no business feeling any kind of way about who you’re messing around with. I?—”
“Shit, you have every right to feel some kind of way.” His voice dropped. “If I came across the name of a nigga you were fucking, I’d be ready to smash his skull in.”
I spun around. “What? But?—”
“But nothing. You think I want to know you letting somebody else lick that pretty pussy? Hell no. I know we’re not locked in like that, but a nigga still got feelings.”
My insides quivered.
This is exactly why I need to get the fuck away from him.
My phone rang in the other bedroom.
“Um...I better go get that.”
“Go ahead.”
I cleared my throat, wondering if he was actually going to let me leave.
When I didn’t move right away, he stepped to the side.
I swallowed hard, then moved away from him.
Once I made it to the other room, I plopped down on the bed and answered my phone. “Nyx, hey.”
“What the hell are you doing? I’ve been calling your ass all morning.”
“Sorry, I...I left my phone on the charger.”
“Really? Why? Because you were fucking Ocean?”
