I couldn’t sit here and obsess over a man who seemed to not have thoughts about me at any point. I’d be a damn fool to do that. Then again I was human and this was somebody I thought I knew, somebody I saw my future with, no matter how flawed it was.
My phone rang across the room by the time I exited the thoughts running rampant through my brain. I slowly removed myself from the cobalt blue blanket and gray sofa to get it. It was Indiri, immediately bringing a smile to my face.
“Hello.”
“You’re hardheaded as hell, Selah.”
I giggled, toe walking all the way back to my sofa. “And how is that?”
“Because I told you to call me when you made it upstairs.”
“Oh, my bad. I forgot. I got here and my sister was waiting on me.”
“You have a sister?” he asked.
“Yes, just one. Not a plethora of lookalikes like you.”
He chuckled. “Them niggas don’t look like me. I look like myself. And speaking of, my sister said she’s gonna need an overnight order of those red velvet cupcakes immediately.”
“Jade?”
“Nah, Beyah. Shorty is feral and had G call me about an hour ago.”
I laughed, remembering she was his brother’s wife and she was also pregnant. So she was probably going hard about the sweets. “Grandma’s recipe always eats.”
“How come I’m just hearing about the red velvet? I don’t fuck with sweets like that, but if I had, that would be it.”
“Good to know and I don’t know. You were at the reception just like I was, Indiri.” I settled into the sofa, pulling my cover back over my body.
“Maybe, but you knew what was there, right? I missed out, but it’s cool because you’re gonna teach me how to make my own.”
“I am, huh?”
“Yeah. You got me.”
I laughed. He was intrusive yet extremely accommodating. He only gave a fuck to make sure his demand was comfortable for me and him. “Sure, Indiri. Why not?”
“I’ma hold you to that. Who knows? I might be able to make a cupcake or two and take them to my grandmother. She’s worried as fuck that while I’m out here fighting for a living I won’t be able to cook for myself.”
I swooned silently because he was sweet.Hell yeah I was gonna help him so he could take cupcakes to his grandmother.
“You there, Selah baby?”
I was about to reply, but knocking on my door interrupted my words. Then the sound of a key being jammed into the lock had me on my feet.
“Selah, you gotta hear me out, baby,” I heard coming from the other side of the door before it unlocked. Of course it was this fool.
“I’m gonna call you right back, okay?”
“Yeah. You better get me before I knock out. Once I’m out it’s done, shorty.”
I giggled. “Okay.” He was the most fake grouchy nigga I had ever known. As soon as I hung up, I was looking at an uninvited Nathanial letting himself into my house.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him.
He studied my features, looking for something to say before he sucked his teeth. “Nothing I’ma say can change everything I did, I know, but I nee?—”
“You need what?” I found myself asking, then anger rushed to the forefront. “No, fuck what you need. I need you to leave my key on your way out.”
