“Please shut up.” I laughed and pushed her playfully.
“I’m just playing.” She grinned. “Just a little bit though.”
“Trust me, I know you’re serious.” I shook my head, then looked toward the kitchen because I’d been smelling food since I walked in the room. “You cooked?”
“You know damn well I don’t cook when I have to work,” she chuckled. “Your man had Lou’s delivered.”
“Oh,” I turned and smiled. Since his mother cooked for us, I’d been saying I wanted some good soul food. I could have cooked myself, but I wanted it without having to do the work.
“He said it’s what you wanted,” Kabria added and when I looked her way, she was smirking. “You pissed the man off and he was still looking out for your spoiled ass.”
“I know, bitch.” I rolled my eyes. “But he’s not completely innocent. It washisex situation reaching out to me. Not the other way around.”
“Let me look at her page.” She held her hand out for my phone which I gave to her.
“Don’t accidentally like anything, Kabria.”
“I’m not, hoe,” she snatched it. “You act like I’m new to this.”
“Just saying, bestie.”
While she did her thing, I got up and went to see what food Makhai had ordered. My mouth watered when I noticed the smothered cubed steak, rice and gravy, macaroni, cabbage, and corn bread. He’d gotten more than enough food, so I fixed Ms. Joyce a plate and took it to her so she didn’t have to fix herself anything, then I came back to fix me and my best friend something.
Once I’d fixed our plates, we laid Keona on her Boppy between us, ate and watched our favorite movie. Before we got deep into it, I texted Makhai. He’d be coming to Atlyn City for his show soon, so I was going to put something together to show him how sorry I was and how much I appreciated him and what we had.
NINETEEN
Loco.
“What?!” I barked when someone started to knock on my dressing room door.
I was busy writing lyrics to a new song I wanted to put down. I waited a few seconds for them to reply, and when they didn’t, I went back to that I was doing, but as soon as the beat started playing again there was another knock. I glanced back at the door and frowned.
“What?!” I barked again, still not getting an answer, just another knock.
Dropping my feet from the table they were propped up on, I got up and stalked to the door ready to blow up on whoever the fuck was knocking, but was surprised to find Diamond’s pretty ass there, smiling, holding onto a duffle bag.
I frowned, taking her in, then glanced behind her to see what the fuck everybody else was doing. I didn’t have an issue with her being there, but I was curious to know how she got past the mothafuckas that got paid to be fucking security.
“Are you going to just stand there frowning or are you going to let me in?”
Stepping back, I pulled the door open and allowed her to enter, walking underneath my arm.
“What you doin’ here?” I asked after closing the door.
“You don’t want me here?”
“You know I do,” I answered. “Question is doyouwantto be here, Diamond?”
“Of course I do.” Her pretty ass face twisted into a frown. “Look, I know I did a lot the other day, but I—I’m sorry. I trust you, Makhai.”
I studied her face for a minute before bringing her into me.
“You should because a nigga ain’t fuckin’ this up.” I let her know, lifting her chin so I could kiss her. “I could have been made India my bitch. I didn’t for a reason. I fuck with you baby, heavy as fuck. I ain’t losin’ you to no one I been sluttin’ since the night I met her.”
“Shut up.” She shoved me lightly. “That was not romantic.”
“Shit, it was honest,” I smirked. “But on Lord, Dime, I think I love you, and I ain’t gon’ fumble this. It means too much to a nigga for real.” I watched her eyes gloss over before I leaned down to peck her lips, then I asked, “Fuck you doin’ in this trench coat?”
