“I didn’t ghost you.”
“Then what did you do when you got up outta my bed and disappeared? You damn sure didn’t come back.”
“I had to get home, besides. Didn’t you say you were looking for a onetime thing with no strings?”
“No, you said that dumb shit and I just nodded my head. I’d never say some shit like that, especially when I fully intend to spin the block.”
She shook her head. “You’re a mess.”
“Probably so, but what about that?”
“About what, Knoxx?” she wiped the counter down and just looked at me.
“You know what I’m talking about. What time do you get out of here tonight?” I glanced around her spot before my eyes landed back on her.
“Why? It doesn’t matter because I know like you know this can’t happen.” She motioned between the two of us.
Again, I was laughing at her. What she thought she was telling me was cute, but I knew best. Luna let me fuck, now she was stuck with me. I wasn’t trying to marry her or anything that forward.
“What’s funny?”
“You and all that shit you let out of your mouth.”
“Excuse me?” she asked. Now she was looking at me like I offended her.
“You heard me. I don’t think I said anything that needs to be explained, shorty. I’m interested i?—”
“Knoxx can you let my customer through?”
“If you agree, let me pick you up tonight.” I remained planted where I was.
She rolled her eyes. “You’re so difficult.”
“As fuck, now what time?”
“Eight. Now get your ass outta my shop.”
I laughed and picked up my drink to leave. Yeen have to tell me shit now that I got my way. “Later, baby girl.”
I left and went over to my sister’s store. Shorty had been missing in action for a few days and we didn’t do that. I don’t know what she had going on, but that no talking for days shit wasn’t for us. When I entered the shop, I didn’t bother to stop and acknowledge her employee. I made it to the back door and walked right in.
“No, I’m not coming to your house tonight. I’ll have my son and I’m go—” she was talking to somebody.
“Whatever I’ll think about it. Now, can I go back to work?” she laughed.
By the time I was standing in front of my sister she was off the phone, and I was wondering who the hell she was talking to.
“Why are you standing there looking crazy?”
“Who are you fucking?” I asked, watching her set her phone on her desk.
Her face balled up. “I don’t ask you about your sex life.”
“You don’t, but you could.” I shrugged then looked around the room.
“Ion wanna know.” She threw her hand up to stop me from speaking.
I chuckled.
