Besides some texting, she hadn’t seen Rule since their date a week ago. He had no idea it was her birthday as she texted him back.
Cali: When?
Rule: Now would be a good time.
She smiled at the thought of getting some birthday dick.
Cali: Let me get my bestie situated then I’ll hit you back.
Rule: Yep.
“Who got you smiling like that?” Irish teased as they arrived at Cali’s loft.
“The dude named Rule I was telling you about. He wants to see me.” She unlocked the door, letting them in.
“And are you going to?”
Cali took off her black fur coat and threw it on the couch. “Yep. I could use some B-day dick right now.”
“Ugh, don't tease me. The way I’ve been feigning for Noble should be a crime. I really miss my man.”
Cali smirked at the playfully pained expression on her face. Irish looked so beautiful in her olive-colored dress with a hem that stopped mid-thigh. Her bump was so small, it could’ve been mistaken for bloating.
“All you gotta do is call that man, and I’m sure he’ll be here in a matter of hours. Stop being stubborn.”
Irish shook her head. “Not right now. I need space.”
“Whatever,” Cali shot back, walking into the kitchen. Opening the cabinet, she reached for a glass but paused when the doorbell rang. “What the fuck?” She turned and looked at Irish.
“Girl it’s after midnight. Who the hell is at your door?”
Cali opened a drawer and pulled out a knife. The gun Douglas had bought her was upstairs on her nightstand and she didn’t have time to get it. Cali crept toward the door with Irish following behind her. Peering out the peephole, she gasped, hoping her mind was playing tricks on her.
“Who is it?” Irish questioned in a low tone.
Ignoring her, Cali’s hands frantically twisted the lock. Finally, she got the door open and stood frozen at the person standing there.
“OMG.” Irish chuckled before covering her mouth with her hand.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Rio?”
He smirked while giving her direct eye contact. Cali was so bothered by his presence that her armpits dampened the fabric on her dress. Rio held a bouquet of roses in his hand that were dusted with gold shimmer. They were beautiful but Cali couldn’t appreciate them because of who’d brought them.
“I can’t come see an old friend?” he asked.
Cali sneered. “Old friend my ass. Get the fuck outta here. You’ve been dogging me out for months now you wanna claim me as your friend. Boy, please.”
“Rio, that’s so sweet of you to come see her on her birthday,” Irish gushed.
Cali’s jaw tightened while watching Irish fall for his tricks. “Girl, focus. This is the enemy. He ain't no friend of mine.”
Rio chuckled and invited himself into her place by cutting between her and Irish.
“I didn’t invite you in. Get yo’ ass outta my shit!” Cali yelled, walking behind him.
Rio looked around, not bothering to respond to her rant. She hated how he’d shown up like everything was all good between them. She despised how good he smelled and how wonderful he looked. Rio was sexy as fuck and Cali loathed how her body had responded to him. His cologne quickly filled theroom with a masculine scent. Rio donned a Celine letterman jacket, white T-shirt, black jeans, and designer sneakers.
“This a cool lil’ spot you got.” Rio nodded in approval, rubbing his hand over his mouth.
