"What's taking the session so long? They never last this long,"she retorted.
"Business is business, you know that. I'll have always have time for you though."He flirted.
I was fuming on the inside and seeing red. A wave of sickness came over me as I struggled so bad to compose my emotions. What the fuck was that? I don't know why I thought of him to be any different than the guys I'd encountered, including Malcolm. God created men with the fiber of ain't shit, sprinkling enough for me to hate niggas period. How the fuck do you go from one pussy to the other? That's utterly fucking disgusting! He was just playing with my pussy, stirring my juices around, talking me through a gut-wrenching orgasm and this is the shit he pulls now? It's foul play to me.
Not being able to keep my feelings under wraps, I sauntered down the stairs, not bothering to hide my presence anymore and saw him with his face tucked in the refrigerator, looking for something. My eyes zeroed in on the phone, placed on the counter. Casually, I walked over to it and ended the phone call. Syx craned his neck after I ended the call mid-sentence. He didn't seem bothered by it at all from what I could see and my presence didn't affect him at all either.
With my hands crossed over my breasts, I demanded. "Don't be talkin' to yo' lil' hoes, while I'm around. Save that shit for another time please! I didn't pay for that. It wasn't included in the fine print either nigga!" I snapped.
"She's just a friend," he responded casually as he closed the refrigerator door. "It ain't shit like that."
"I don't care if she's just a friend, Syx. You're here with me. So the rest of your hoes are irrelevant!" I popped off at the mouth. "You fucking her for free or something?"
"No," he muttered. "We're just friends." Neglecting whatever task at hand, he brushed past me and staggered toward his office—fuck cave—whatever the fuck he called it and ignored my question.
My eyes shot to his side profile and my hand was itching to smack the shit out of him, but I knew better to choose my battles wisely, so I chose the latter.
"You're ignoring me now?" I asked, taunting him, with a frown on my face.
"Small shit don't matter Nyne. You ain't got to stress yourself about nothin'." I heard him utter with his back to me.
My feet patted behind him on the cold pavement. I was heavy on his heels, not satisfied with the answer he gave me.
"Then answer the question," I snapped.
Syx turned his head slightly over his shoulder, then said in a cold tone. "Yeah, I'm fucking her, but what does that have to do wit' you?"
Releasing an annoyed sigh, I rolled my eyes and continued trotting after him, until we reached his office. The only thing I could muster was a sarcastic laugh. "You're right, it ain't got shit to do with me, and I don't give a fuck what you do with your spare time, but don't do it on mine."
I stood at the door, waiting for him to respond, but he didn't, which infuriated me even more. I should've walked off and tended to other things, but my feet remained planted on the ground stalking him. He said nothing as he grabbed a cigar and lit up. The orangish haze cast a glow in his almond brown eyes, before it disappeared and turned into smoke into the air, wafting the fury between us.
Syx was in a state of deep relaxation as he took long puffs and exhaled into the air with his back turned to me. He wasn't shirtless, but with little to no movement, his muscles flexed and I thought that was the sexiest shit in the world. He had me feeling some type of way when I shouldn't have been.
"C'mere Nyne," he commanded in that growl tone I loved so much.
Being obedient, I did what he asked of me and sauntered over to him slowly, with my heart pounding so hard, I'm sure he heard it too. Still, even with lust in my eyes, I was upset with him because the shit he did back there was low down and dirty as hell.
"What," I pouted as I stood between his legs now.
His cold hand touched my inner thighs, making me gasp. I couldn't look at his handsome face right now and I was trying to look everywhere else in his office.
"Don't be upset," he spoke as he caressed my thigh. "I was wrong, I'll admit it."
"You were," I chided.
"I shouldn't have done that. She called me?—"
"Is she one of your hoes?"
"She called me for some other shit, and it led to us talkin' 'bout someothershit."
My eyes landed on him and his intense stare was on me, a fiery gaze burning in his eyes.
"It doesn't matter, I don't even know why I'm trippin'." I said, trying to play it cool.
"You're entitled to feel how you feel." He spoke.
"I don't need to be feeling this way though. I'm not supposed to be." I mentioned, talking to myself out loud.
