Layloni.
Sitting across from her was that lame ass nigga I had already told her to stay away from.
Monty.
Instead of reacting right away, I sat there and watched. Layloni was laughing while she ate, smiling at every little thing that clown said like he was the funniest man alive. My eyes moved slowly over her.
She had light makeup on, probably covering whatever bruises had been left from everything she went through. Her skin was glowing though, and she looked thicker than the last time I had seen her.
She wore tight white jeans that hugged every curve, paired with a colorful Nike crop top and matching sneakers. The outfit fit her perfectly.
Her thick hair was pressed bone straight with a middle part. I couldn’t tell if it was a weave or her real hair, but either way she looked fine as hell.
And the fact that this goofy nigga got to sit there and see her like that before me, pissed me off further. She leaned over and playfully reached her fork into Monty’s plate, grabbing a piece of steak before popping it into her mouth. He turned red instantly.
Bitch ass nigga…I thought.
I watched them a little long letting jealousy take over. Here I was losing sleep over her… And she was out here smiling and eating off another nigga’s plate.
Next thing I knew, I was already walking toward their table. Monty spotted me first and tensed up. His eyes widened so big I almost laughed.
Layloni was still mid-conversation, oblivious to my pressence.
“So after the doctor checked the heartbeat, I?—”
Monty nudged her under the table, cutting her off. She frowned at him before following his line of sight. Her big brown eyes landed on me. Like always… something shifted inside my chest. I told her all the time to breathe, to calm down, when I was the one that needed the reminder. For a second I forgot I was supposed to be angry.
Her hair looked silky. Her perfume reached me even over the smell of food. All I wanted to do was grab her, hold her tight,tell her how much I missed her. Instead, the first thing out of my mouth was?—
“I been worried about you… I guess my terms and conditions don’t matter no more” My jaw clenched.
She tilted her head slightly and gave me a small smile.
“King,” she said softly. “I was actually planning on calling you today. I need to talk to you.”
That caught me completely off guard.
“You remember my good friend Monty, right?”
That little introduction made the anger flare back up in my chest.
“What type of games you playing, Loni?” I asked, staring at her.
Did she not realize that I would kill this nigga without thinking fucking twice about it. I rested my hand on my waist where my shirt concealed my gun. Layloni’s eyes landed right on the target, her eyes widened before she licked her lips and looked around nervously.
“King, I’m just having lunch with a friend,” she said calmly. “I can come talk to you at your house in a few hours if that works.”
“Yeah,” I said after a second. “That’ll work. Put your new number in my phone.”
I handed it to her, daring her ass to play with me in front of this nigga.
“I expect you there in three hours.” I added flitting my eyes over to Monty.
He kept his head down the whole time, staring at his phone like it might save his life.
Pathetic ass nigga.
When Layloni handed my phone back, I nodded slightly. She understood my body language like always. Without me saying a word, she stood up and stepped to me boldly. I eyed herintensely as she rose onto her tiptoes to wrap her arms around my neck.
