On any other day, Cyren would’ve defended his name, but it was fuck him right now. She wasn’t proving her loyalty to someone who didn’t deserve it or her presence.
“Okay, girl. Anything else?” Cyren finally asked, giving her the attention she was begging for.
“Yeah... one more thing,” Skylar said, easing more into the room. “I know you’re fucking him. I knew it the second he pulled up over here, and you started sneaking around. But, just so you know, he’s only messing around with you because he doesn’t have access to me anymore.”
The teasing smirk on her lips would’ve annoyed Cyren further, but nothing else she heard today about Heavy could’ve surprised her. She had her moment in the car where she’d been ready to lash out and prove to him how wrong he was, but she was calm now. Skylar’s words and his actions weren’t anything she couldn’t handle.
Life had forced her to understand and know what real problems are. Only the ones that actually affected her life in a major way mattered. Not the little problems and temporary noise that would fade once the smoke cleared.
“That’s nice to know. Unfortunately, I don’t have a cookie to give you so you can choke on it, but thanks.”
Skylar scowled, not catching on. “Why the hell would I want a cookie?”
“Get the hell out of my room and leave me alone,” Cyren mumbled, walking her way.
Without uttering another word, she pushed the door closed, with Skylar barely making it across the threshold. Rubbing her temples, Cyren exhaled and grabbed her phone to play some music. Her heart stuttered in her chest when she saw the missed calls from Heavy and a few text messages. She contemplated texting and calling him back for all of two seconds before she did what was best for them both.
She blocked him.
Having access to her while doing her wrong, in another country at that, was something Cyren wasn’t going for. He’d better get somebody else to do it.
“It was fun while it lasted,” she mumbled, and played some music.
Her room was a mess, just like her life, but there wasn’t anything a bit of focusing and cleaning up couldn’t fix.
“She still got you blocked?”Nash asked as they walked through the airport.
Heavy’s head bobbed. He’d been quiet the entire flight home and didn’t have shit to say to anyone unless it was Cyren. Every time he unlocked his phone, her name sat there at the top of his messages and call log, and he’d hit her line again. He’d called once from Nash’s phone, but she didn’t pick up then either. His calls had gone unanswered, and his texts undelivered. Heavy was pissed that she didn’t have social media. Otherwise, he would’ve been hitting her up on there, too.
“Damn,” Nash muttered. “You think she found out about Tish being there?”
Heavy’s upper lip curled. Hearing her name disgusted him. That notion crossed his mind, but he didn’t see how Cyren would’ve found out.
Irritated to the max, he rubbed a hand over his beard. “Nah. That can’t be it. Gotta be something else.”
Heavy hoped that was the case because the punishment she was giving him didn’t seem to fit the crime he thought he had committed. He went out of town for a week, handled business,relaxed on the beach, and came back to feeling like the rug had been snatched from under him. Cyren went from talking to him every day, sleeping in his bed, wearing his briefs and hoodies around his house, to acting like he didn’t exist.
That shit didn’t sit right with him.
Heavy barely said bye before splitting from Nash outside the airport. His truck had been sitting in the valet all week, and the moment he climbed inside, he called her again. It went straight to voicemail.
“Man, what the fuck,” he muttered, gripping the steering wheel tighter before pulling off.
The entire forty-five-minute drive to Nia’s house was made in complete silence as his mind ran in circles. One minute, he was irritated; the next, he was missing her. He could still hear her laugh in his ear, still picture her sitting across from him with that look on her face whenever she was trying not to smile too hard. The same girl who had been wrapped around him before he left was now moving like he was some random nigga who overplayed his role.
Heavy wasn’t used to that.
By the time he pulled up outside the house, his frustration hadn’t eased at all. It grew worse. He killed the engine, got out, and went to the door, knocking like he had a warrant. Technically, he did. He was ready to arrest Cyren’s ass for the amount of torment she was putting him through.
Skylar answered after the second knock.
Her face instantly lit up at the sight of him. “Well, hello,” she said, leaning against the doorframe. “Look what the wind blew in.”
Heavy gave a quick nod. “What’s up?”
Skylar stepped aside, letting him in. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”
“Yeah.” His eyes automatically moved around, searching. “Cyren here?”
