When I found the app and typed in my name, I handed him his phone.
“You grabbing niggas phones and gone fuck around and see something yeen ready for.” I just knew he'd have something to say.
“Will you just look at the pictures? Don’t nobody wanna see your lil’ home movies.” I waved him off and went back over to the other side of the island where my water was.
He silently looked through my business Instagram before he looked back up at me. “This shit looks nice as fuck. Can’t even tell you photoshopin’ broads.”
Before I could control myself, I busted up laughing. “No, I don’t.”
He gave me that look telling me to stop lying.
“Okay maybe a little sometimes, but my job as a photographer is to get the client’s good angle and showcase that.”
“Everybody doesn’t have a good angle, baby girl.”
“I beg to differ, but then again you’re not the one behind the camera.”
He nodded in agreement. “I guess you can get that. What do you want to eat?”
“I’m not picky, you choose.”
He gave me one of those looks, before shaking his head and chuckling to himself. I could almost guess what crossed his mind, but I’m glad he didn’t speak it aloud. I really meant it when I said I wasn’t screwing him tonight. It was nothing against him and yes, I was dangerously attracted to him, but nah I couldn’t go out like that…Not yet.
Hours later we ended up in his movie room watching all theUnderworlds.We planned to, but from what it sounded like hewas asleep. I wouldn’t know because even though we started out in two separate chairs, by the middle of the second movie Mari had let up the divider and invited himself onto my side. It wasn’t creep energy or anything like that, lowkey it was craved contact. No matter how much I was trying to turn over a new leaf old habits seemed to die hard as fuck. No, I wasn’t a ho or anything of that nature, but I also knew my options and I dated on my terms when it came to a nigga.
Anyway I was comfortable and from his light snores I could tell he was asleep. Somewhere along the way I fell asleep as well and the fact that I was literally in a stranger’s place became less of a fact and more of a distant memory. Though I wasn’t trying to hubby this nigga or even slut him out just yet I felt safe in his presence. His blatant honesty and his eyes kind of told me everything I needed to know. Mari was free, just like me and as much as I should’ve been ducking that I was enthralled by it. Most niggas were out here with thetake it eyesand lying their asses off. His ho ass was a breath of fresh air, and I didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing at this point.
Knoxx
I opened my eyes, and the aroma of bacon filled my nostrils. I just knew it wasn’t my sister, because my nephew hadn’t run in here to wake me. That only meant it was one motherfucker cooking in my kitchen like I asked her to. I swear I hated when shorty did this shit. She’d show her ass up to my place and act like we were together when we weren’t. At least not anymore, our separation was her choice, then she had the nerve to bring her ass back expecting me to be waiting with open arms. The bitch was a nut if you asked me because no way that shit was even possible. I’d never admit this to anyone besides my sisterand my father, but that shit broke me when she upped and left a nigga. It showed me just how depended on her that I was and that alone made it hard for me to even think about letting her back in. It wasn’t that I didn’t love her because I always would, but she and I would never be like that again.
I threw my feet on the side of the bed and sat up, before reaching over to my nightstand to grab my phone. I purposely never slept with my phone in my face because I hated for a motherfucker to call me in the middle of the night. Regardless of my lifestyle I didn’t play that late-night shit. If I was asleep, then whatever happened would wait on me until the morning. It was that fucking simple.
I made it to my kitchen about fifteen minutes later because I had to take care of my hygiene and all of that. Not to mention a nigga was hoping that she finished cooking so I could kick her ass out. She was nine times out of ten only here to try and ask me where we stood. I didn’t ever bullshit her when we were together, and I wasn’t about to start now. Shit, we didn’t stand anywhere and the faster she gave me my key back the faster she could go about her business. I mean damn what if I had a bitch at the crib while she was in here trying to beSuzy Homemaker?
“I thought we talked about this.” I turned the corner into my kitchen with a scowl.
“About what, Knoxx?”
“The fact that you keep showing your ass up here like you’re invited. As a matter of fact, where the fuck is my key? Should’ve been given that back.”
“You don’t mean that. I mean sure you’re still mad at me, and that’s why you’re making this hard. You’re angry and acting oblivious to the fact that we’re meant to be. Yes, I messed up and jumped the gun, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that I love you. It never will.”
“I’m sure it won’t, but I told you the day you showed up at my door that I wasn’t hopping in another relationship with you. I told you that this between us was over.”
“But that didn’t stop you from sticking your dick down my throat fifteen minutes later. Did it stop anything last week?” Rae just looked at me.
“You’re right I didn’t, and that’s only because you attempted to use sex to distract me. Shit didn’t work and now loo?—”
“It used to.”
“Yeah, used to and that was before you left a nigga. Now I’m on some other shit, and I ain’t tryna be in anything serious. I can only offer you dick.”
“Are you serious, Knox?”
“As a fucking heartbeat. Thank yourself for that, baby.” I winked at her.
“You’re such a prick.”
