He spun me around, his eyes flooded with confusion. “What are you talking about? I thought we weren’t on that.”
“We’re not.”
“Then why did you just say that?”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “Does it matter?”
“Hell yeah, it matters.”
“I...I can’t do this. It’s too much. Why would you make me feel all comfortable if you were planning to be with someone else tonight.”
“I wasn’t planning to be with someone else.”
“You sure could’ve fooled me. I’m pretty sure I just heard you tell another bitch that you were about to slide through. Don’t lie to me and make me feel like I’m stupid. You know how I feel about that shit.”
“Yeah, I do. And like I said before, I wasn’t making plans to be with someone else.”
“Bullshit! Who was it? Sanya or Melina?”
“Neither.”
“Oh, so it’s a new hoe? Let me guess, she probably lives in the building or?—”
“Yo, Skye, chill.”
“I’m not going to chill until you tell me who the bitch is.”
“Fine, you really want to know?”
“Yep.”
“Alright, cool.” He snatched my hand and pulled me toward the front door.
“Where are we going?”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he tightened his grip on my hand and pulled me out of his condo. He locked the door behind him, and we traveled down the hall until we were on the elevator.
“Ocean—”
“No, we’re done talking.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m not repeating myself.”
“Where are we going?”
He kept his eyes straight ahead, his hand still holding mine.
I didn’t know whether to be nervous or start bracing myself to smack a bitch.
But if it came to that…would I even be justified? We’re not even together like that.
Fuck, Skye. What are you doing?
My shoulders dropped, and the elevator doors opened.
“Ocean—”
