He hesitated as he slowly closed the door, leaving me standing there. I wanted to kick it in, but what right did I have? I rushed out of the building and back across campus to my car. I hoped that by the time I got in he would have called. I hoped that maybe he saw it in my eyes that I was upset, but he didn’t.
“Shit!” I mumbled.
I started my car and took off. What was happening to me? No, I didn’t want to like Xavier, but the way my emotions were reacting said something different. I knew the only way not to feel shit for him was to do the only thing I knew. I drove until I found myself pulling into Hoodoo’s parking lot. I quickly got out and went inside.
The moment I walked in, I spotted him. There he was near the door with a girl on his lap. When he saw me, he tapped her leg, and she got up. Syior stood before coming over to me. His walk was smooth, his eyes evil, and his stature that of a street king.
“Sup, Phoebe? I thought you were too busy for a nigga?”
“I changed my mind.”
He now moved closer into my space. His finger stroked my cheek. “You know I don’t play those types of games.”
“Sy, please,” I mumbled.
He turned to look at his people, then back at me. “Come on,” he said before walking out the door.
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He led me to his car as he hit the alarm. We got in and took off. “How’s school?” he asked as his body leaned to one side while he took peeks at me.
“Same shit, different day.”
He pointed to the side of my head. “Oh yeah? How are you up there?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know, and I don’t want to talk about it, but you know this already.”
We’d stopped at a red light, and he shifted in his seat. “How long are you going to walk around not talking about it? Shit, if I wasn’t there, no telling what would’ve happened to you.”
I snapped. “You’re fucking right. Speaking of, why were you there? Huh? You just popped up out of nowhere.”
He dropped his head with a light chuckle. The light turned green, and he took off. “Yeah, yo ass need some dick ‘cause you tripping.”
He was avoiding the question, and it started to make me wonder. Syior drove until we reached his apartment. We got out, and he still hadn’t answered me.
“Sy, I asked you a question.”
Without any words, we stepped inside his place. Before I could utter a word, Sy took a handful of my hair, massaging my scalp.
“Mm,” a moan escaped me.
His lips landed on my forehead, then my nose. “Show a nigga all the shit I’ve taught you,” he whispered.
“Fuck you!”
He winked. “You’re about to.” He smiled.
Syior had this thing about him that I knew I needed to walk away from, but the very same thing kept me around. After pushing him back against the wall, I wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands caressed my back before landing a slap against my ass that stung in the right way.
“Turn around,” he demanded.
I did just as he said. He moved me forward so I was bending over the back of the couch. Sy rolled my dress above my waist. I could hear him fumbling with his pants, then the sound of the condom wrapper being opened. The one thing I stood on was safe sex. It was bad enough that I had offered myself more than Syior, but I stayed protected with each of them, Xavier included. He pushed my panties to the side and entered my center. My body shot back and forth as Sy pressed my head forward.
“Your pussy never fails me. It stays wet,” he grunted.
My lip disappeared between my teeth while my hips rolled to match his pace. The deeper he went, the more my stomach caved.
“Fu-fuck,” I stuttered.
