Layloni had a way of pulling words out of me.
Most of the time I didn’t talk much. Words wasted energy, and I preferred action over conversation. Talking was for people who needed to explain themselves.
I never had to.
Her phone started ringing. Without a care in the world, she pushed the sheets completely off her body and reached across the nightstand to grab it.
I turned away to give her privacy, walking toward the door again, but stopped dead in my tracks when I heard her voice.
“Good morning to you too, Monty.” She cooed into the phone sweetly.
Her face lit up with a bright smile as she spoke, like that Monty nigga made her morning as if I hadn’t made her fucking night. She completely ignored the fact that I was still standing in this room.
Something ugly stirred inside my chest.
Jealousy.
I hated that shit.
Still, I stood there like an idiot for five whole minutes, listening to her soft responses and quiet laughter.
Finally, I cleared my throat.
The sound snapped her attention toward me, startling her like she had forgotten I was even here.
“Hold on,” she said into the phone quickly before glancing at me.
“I’ll call you back later.” She uttered lowly into the phone.
She hung up and sat up in bed. The inquisitive innocent looking stare she gave me pissed me off.
“Don’t ever do that shit again,” I said sharply, already turning toward the bathroom before I said something worse.
“Do what again, King?” she asked right as I reached for the door.
I stopped.
“Don’t talk on the phone with none of your male friends when I’m around,” I licked my lips. “Matter fact dead that shit.”
I stepped out of the bathroom doorway; and walked closer to the bed so she could see I was dead serious.
“The women I mess with don’t get to have other fuck buddies.” I cocked my head to the side.
“You let me fuck raw as fuck, and think you gone entertain the next nigga.” I gritted.
Her mouth dropped open, eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at me like I had completely lost my mind. Maybe I did.
“Excuse me?” she said slowly. “I’m not the women you fuck, and clearly I’m single. I can do whatever I want, King.” She shrugged.
She tried to sound like she was checking me. I found that shit comical as fuck. Like I said before, she didn’t understand the terms and conditions that came with giving me that pussy.
“Drop him, Layloni.” I demanded.
“Boy please.” She waved her hand dismissively through the air.
That word stopped something deep inside me. My expression hardened instantly.
“Don’t ever refer to me as boy,” I said quietly, the warning heavy in my tone.
