Gut punch.
His statement knocked the wind out of me. I wanted to cry. I didn’t though. Instead, I nodded and walked away. I grabbed my purse and duffle from near the door and left. I was on the elevator when the first tear fell.
He didn’t fight over pussy.
Well, who said he had to?
Was I truly just pussy to him?
I wiped my tears when I made it to the lobby. Then I exited the hotel and waved down a yellow cab. The walk to my place from here was only about ten minutes, but I had bags. Once I told the cabbie where I was going, I sat back in the seat and allowed the tears to flow.
How was I supposed to know Knockout was who he was fighting? Indiri had never said his name, and once again, I wasn’t a social media person. My life was so private that someone would’ve thought I was CIA. I didn’t like people in my business nor did I like people thinking they could pass judgment or comment on my life. So, I didn’t post anything and lived silently, which was how Nathanial had successfully cheated on me for God knows how long. That was also how I knew nothing about this fight that included the man I was falling in love with and my ex.
Shit.
Instead of stopping by the bakery like normal, I bypassed and went straight to my place. I needed a moment to sit with this…all of it.
I wasn’t home for five minutes when there was a knock at my door.
Reluctantly, I moved to the door. My heart was in my stomach. I glanced through the peephole and my heart leaped.
“Open the door, Selah.” His voice was heavy and demanding.
“Why?”
He sighed. “Selah.”
I opened the door.Weak ass.
I stepped back, allowing him in.
I turned my back on him, moving to grab a drink of water. “Why are you here?”
“Because we’re grown as fuck. We don’t run off in the middle of a disagreement. Sure, you needed your space, but that fuckingpenthouse was big enough for you to find the furthest fucking corner. The fucking hot?—”
“Indiri, you said I was just pussy.” I crossed my arms over my chest, heart still in my stomach.
“No, I didn’t. I worded that wrong at the moment and I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry? So that’s just it? We sweep it under a rug and go on like it wasn’t said.”
“Selah, you know you ain’t never been just pussy to me. You've been more since the day I saw you crying in that damn hotel. Should’ve minded my fucking business, but I couldn’t. I didn’t know anything about you but I knew you weren’t just pussy.” He stepped forward.
I put my arms out to stop him. “But, Indiri.”
“But nothing, Selah. I have never fought over a woman in my life, but the moment you told me who he was, you sealed his fate. I’m beating his ass for hurting you. For hurting mine.”
“But you don’t have to do that.” I now moved toward him.
“It doesn't matter.”
The conviction in his eyes had me rushing into his arms like a flying monkey. My legs wrapped around his waist and our lips locked. Shit, there was that connection, the one that had me feeling like I could breathe through him, like he was my fresh air.
“Wait, when you say yours. Does that mean?” I pulled away from our moment to ask the question burning inside me.
Lust lived in his eyes as they went from my lips to my eyes. “Yeah, we together, don’t make me re?—”
I mashed my lips against his, not up for the warning. He had a better chance of hurting me than I ever did him.
