“Nah. Where my money at? That’s why I’m here,” Heavy said before she could ask him another question that didn’t have shit to do with his presence.
She paused from twisting to cap off a bottle of juice. “Damn,” she muttered under her breath. “Is that all you care about? A hello would’ve been nice.”
“Hello, Tish. Go get my money so I can leave.”
Despite the anger building inside of her, Tish chuckled to mask her hurt. “Why are you?—”
“Acting like this?” Heavy asked, completing her sentence.
Tish swallowed hard. “Yes! You’re treating me like some random bitch. You think I don’t have feelings? Like I don’t want more from you?”
“But who said I had more to offer you? You knew what this shit was before you even agreed to it.”
“I didn’t agree to get my fucking heart played with. So, now what?” Tish queried, wanting an answer.
Heavy didn’t have one to give her. Mixing business with pleasure was the most fucked-up, toxic thing he could’ve done. Heavy was a man, though. One who could admit when he was wrong and apologize.
“My intentions were to never play with your heart, T. You know that. Shit between us moved quick and just became what it was.”
“But you never try to make it anything more. Why?”
“Because I don’t want to.”
Heavy was a firm believer in giving and telling a woman exactly what she asked for. Hurt flashed across her face.
“That’s... that’s crazy. Knowing I love you, you stand here and give me some lame excuse. Because you didn’t want to? What I’m not good enough to be your girl, but I’m good enough to push drugs for you?”
“And that’s exactly why you’re cut off,” Heavy said with a harshness in his tone that made Tish’s body catch chills.
“So, I’m not good enough?” Tish reiterated.
“It ain’t about you not being good enough. When you start thinking you can get away with not following the rules and make me do extra shit to get my money, that’s when you gotta go.”
“Because I wanted to fucking see you!” she boomed. “Is that so bad? Obviously, because it’s been two weeks and you’re just now popping up.”
Rolling her eyes, Tish sucked her teeth. She answered her own question, and it annoyed her.
“I told you what it was the last time we talked,” Heavy said, reminding her of their conversation at the club.
“Yeah, and after that we fucked. So, what’s the point?”
Heavy could only shake his head. He hadn’t fallen into temptation while she gave him a dance, but somehow, he ended up at her crib the same night. Having sex with her and expecting her not to want more was absurd.
“My point is, after tonight, everything between us is a wrap,” Heavy said. “You ain’t gotta post on social media about me no more.”
Her mouth dropped open slightly before she laughed for real this time. “Oh, so that’s what this is about?”
Heavy shrugged. “Sure. We’ll go with that. Why speak on shit that should stay between us?”
“Oh, my God. I posted quotes, Heavy. Everybody posts sad shit when they’re irritated.”
“Not everybody, but you got it. I’m not about to lay it all out for you to understand. I’m not trying to be an asshole, and you know it’s always gon’ be love between us, but whatever this is,” he said, gesturing between them, “is over with.”
Tish stared at the man she’d fallen in love with and forced herself not to cry. She was hurt, but more than that, she was angry. Angry for thinking they were more than just two people getting money and fucking from time to time.
“Okay,” she mumbled and cleared her throat. “Understood. Let me go get your money so you can get back to whatever and whoever has your heart. ‘Cause it damn sure isn’t me.”
Tish moved quickly past him, and Heavy grabbed her arm.
