“I know, nigga, and ain’t shit you can do about it.”
I finally returned to my seat, and when everyone else sat down, all eyes were on me.
“You foul for that, Russell. You just made the ride home for Rose very uncomfortable,” Rue said.
“She’ll be fine,” I responded.
“Where the hell were y’all for the past twenty minutes?” Rocky asked.
“Yeah. You think we didn’t peep how y’all were gone at the same time and came back looking . . . satisfied?” Rowdy asked in a teasing tone.
I didn’t even try to hide the smile that crept onto my lips, because it would’ve been impossible.
“Mind your business, Bruh,” I told him.
“I know y’all didn’t leave your dates out here to do what I think you did,” Noelani accused.
“What did I just tell your husband? I’m out.”
“Don’t forget about Gayle,” Rue yelled to my back.
Shit! I almost did.
“What the hell was that about?” Preston asked when we entered the hallway.
“What are you talking about?”
“Rose, don’t play in my face. You know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about. Is that the nigga you fucking since you won’t give me no pussy?”
Who the fuck is he talking to?
We’d made it to the doors, and I stopped before going outside. We faced each other, and his angry expression didn’t scare me one bit.
“What did you just say?” I asked.
“I know you not my girl, but you let that nigga rub your ass and kiss your neck like you didn’t come to this bitch with me.”
His voice was elevated, and we had the attention of a few people.
“I didn’t let him do anything, and if you had a problem with it, you should’ve been man enough to speak up.”
“You ain’t my bitch. What the fuck I look like arguing with another nigga over a bitch who’s probably for the streets. You put on this innocent act like you got rules, expectations, and requirements, but you probably a ho and out here fucking and sucking on every nigga you meet.”
“First of all, your mama’s a bitch. Nigga, you just mad I wouldn’t let you get a whiff of this pussy, with your non-dick-print having ass. Your shit probably little as fuck.”
“Bitch, I’ll—” he began as he took a step toward me.
An arm went around Preston’s neck from behind, cutting him off and startling me. It was Russell, and before I could react, he pulled Preston outside.
“Get the fuck off me,” Preston shouted.
“Russell! What are you doing?” Gayle shouted, following the men outside.
Her dumb ass wasn’t smart enough to stay out of men’s business, so I guess it was up to me to let her know.
“Gayle, don’t get too close,” I warned.
She stopped walking, and I stood beside while Russell got Preston together a few feet away.
