“You know where to find me, if you’re looking for a change.” Jashaun pressed his hand on the small of my back, possessively. “How do you two know each other?”
Sam tightened his jaw briefly before he said, “We work in the same building. First moment I got to speak to her since you got her over here chained to you.”
Before I could protest, Jashaun’s hand on my lower back pressed deeper. “She wants to be chained to me. Is that a problem for you?”
“Not at all.” He smoothly answered before he turned away and tossed over his shoulder, “When he's done with you, holla at me.”
“Say that shit as you walk away,” Jashaun growled, and I patted his chest, half-warning, half-soothing him. We were all professionals at a conference and not at a club or on the streets. “I’ll see you around, Butler.”
Sam stalked in the opposite direction.
Jashaun placed his hands on the table and glared. “Must be your new friend who thought he was going to have what’s mine.”
Incensed by his overly possessive behavior, I placed my laptop in the bag without another word to him and headed for the exit. By the time the elevator opened, he caught up to me and followed me into the empty elevator.
Jashaun demanded, “What did he say to you for you to walk away from me?”
I tilted my head. “What do you think he said, since obviously you know each other?”
“Must have said some slick shit to have you all mad with me.” He scowled.
“Slick shit like what?” My voice remained calm despite my erratic heart. Was Jashaun playing games, and I would be the biggest loser?
“I’m not doing a guessing game.”
“Then don’t.” I pulled my leather bag higher on my shoulder, and he promptly removed my bag and held it.
“What did he say?” He asked a second later.
“Thought you weren’t doing a guessing game?” I retorted.
“How can I explain myself if I don’t know what he said?”
“How do you know you need to explain yourself?” I asked stubbornly.
He shook his head. “We’re not about to spend our last night like this.”
“Then tell me what a man who knows you, who also went out with me, would say to me about you?”
“Soraya.” He warned.
The elevator slid open to our floor, and he used his phone to unlock the door to our suite. Placing our bags on the desk, he whipped around to face me. “Did you fuck him?”
I crossed my arms, feeling the fire within burn hotter. “Is that what he would say to me about you? Or is that what you want to know?”
He dragged his hand down his face. “Did you fuck him?”
“If I did, are we over?” I taunted. “Four days in and we broke up? That’s a new record for me…then again, it might not be a record for you. Have you ever had a girlfriend?”
Annoyed, Jashaun waved his hand. “Of course I’ve had girlfriends. Don’t understand why you can’t tell me if you fucked him or not.”
“Because you're trying to change the narrative, Jashaun, and I’m not letting you.”
Jashaun started pacing and removing his tie. “You're letting him get into your head. I leave for five minutes, and now we’re fighting.”
I stood in his path and gripped his chin. “What do you think he said to me?”
He gritted his teeth before we finally locked eyes. “Probably warned you about me. That I fuck over women and that he’s the better choice.”
