It could’ve been anybody on the other side, but if it was another bitch, I wasn’t going to be able to hold my tongue or my fist.
They knocked again.
“Shit, shit, shit.” I walked toward the door, but before I could open it, a key slid into the knob.
Annoyance washed over me.
Really? They have a fucking key?
I slammed my hand against my hip, ready to pounce on whatever bitch thought she could stroll in like she owned the place.
“Ocean, I hope you’re not here because—” Jasmine froze, eyes going wide as they landed on me. “Well…this is quite the surprise.”
“Um...hey.” Relief washed over me as I gave her a pleasant wave.
“Hey,” she whispered, looking around the room. “Is Ocean here?”
“No. He stepped out for a bit.”
She gave me a confused gaze. “And he left you here? Alone?”
“Yep.”
Her confusion turned to shock, and it quickly became clear that this wasn’t something that was done often.
“Um, sorry, I’m just not used to…well, never mind.” She waved me off. “How are you doing? I heard about what happened.”
“I’m good. Thank you for asking.”
“Was it Mecca?”
“Huh?”
“Was Mecca the one that kidnapped you?”
“Oh, no.”
“Well, who was it?”
I cleared my throat, not really wanting to go into too much detail. “Honestly, it was just a big misunderstanding. How are you doing?” I blurted, desperately wanting to change the subject.
“I’m good. I feel pretty much back to normal. I might have an ache here or there, but for the most part, I’m good.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear that.”
“So...um...what’s going on with you and my brother? Are you guys?—”
“We’re just friends,” I said before I could catch myself.
Although Ocean and I were testing things out between us, I wasn’t ready to share that with anyone else. If things didn’t work out, which was highly likely, I could walk away quietly and without embarrassment.
“Hmm, okay,” Jasmine said before walking toward the living room closet. “Well, I just came by to grab my scarf. I left it here the other day.”
I didn’t respond. I was too focused on the message I was sending to Ocean.
Skye: Please don’t tell anyone about us. As far as everyone else knows, we’re still just friends.
Ocean: Why? Is this about me leaving? I told you I’ll make it up to you.
