Ivoree gazed at her sister with watery eyes. “Really?”
Cashmere nodded. “I’ll call Cell and let him know about the change. We’ll start tomorrow.”
Ivoree threw her arms around Cashmere and whispered, “Thank you.”
“Of course, Vee. I’m sorry you had such a shitty night. I’ll see Twizz myself and see what the fuck he was thinking. Either way, you don’t have to worry about him anymore.”
Ivoree pulled back. “You don’t have to do all that. I just don’t want to see him anymore.”
Cashmere heard what her sister said, but she wasn’t listening for real. Twizz would have to see her either way, because she wanted to get to the bottom of what the fuck was going on between him and her sister.
“What took you so long?And where’s my drink at, woman?” Savio asked with a lopsided grin as he gazed at Cashmere. She just entered her bedroom empty-handed, and it took Savio a moment to notice the frown on her face. “What’s wrong?”
He stood from his relaxed position on the bed and made it to her in three long strides.
Cashmere’s frown deepened as she gazed up at him. “Twizz.”
Her words came out in a harsh mutter, and his face twisted in confusion. “What about him? He aight?”
Cashmere scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. Savio had to fight to stay focused on the conversation and not on the way his T-shirt looked so sexy on her small frame.
“Vee just told me that he tried to . . .” She paused as if she tried finding the right words.
Losing patience, he said, “Tried to what?”
“Fuck her.” Her words were so blunt, it caused Savio to rear back.
“Fuck you mean he tried to fuck her?” His brain literally wouldn’t allow him to process her words.
Cashmere sighed before she tugged her ponytail out and ran a hand through her silky bundles in frustration. “She made it seem like he tried to rape her?—”
“Nah.” Savio shook his head and completely dismissed the conversation. He turned around and swaggered back to the bed as if that was the end of the discussion.
Hot on his heels, Cashmere said, “What you mean, nah? You can’t just dismiss what Vee said.”
“Why I can’t?” he asked as he sat down. Even sitting, he was still taller than her.
She stood in front of him with a scowl, and though he was irritated by her accusations, he found her extremely adorable at the moment.
“Because, the fuck? Ain’t that whatMe Toois all about? Listening to women and not chalking up their experiences as lies?”
Savio shrugged. He really wasn’t trying to hear this bullshit at all. All he wanted to do was get back to laying up with Cashmere.
“I guess, but Twizz ain’t do no shit like that. I know my nigga.”
“You aren’t even gonna ask him about the shit?” Cashmere asked.
He could tell her irritation was increasing, so he sighed and tried to take this conversation seriously. “I’ll ask him if it’ll make you feel better, but I already know what he’s gonna say.”
He tried to reach out and grab her around her waist, but Cashmere took a step back.
“I want to speak to him.”
“For what?” Savio knew how Cashmere’s mouth could get, especially behind her sister. He didn’t need a blowout between his girl and the man he looked at like a damn son.
“What you mean, for what, Sav? So I can look him in his eyes and get to the bottom of what’s goin’ on between him and my sister. It’s clear that whatever talk you had with him before didn’t work.”
Savio ran a hand down his face, desperately trying not to completely lose his patience with her. “I’ll talk to him, aight? Let me handle this.”
