"Yeah, you do." He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me upstairs to our bedroom.
We ain't even make it fully on the bed before he was pulling my clothes off, his mouth on my skin, his hands everywhere. I was still riding that high from earlier, from him punking Rylo, from the new car, from feeling like I had a nigga who really loved me and would do anything for me.
The sex was intense. He had me face down, ass up, gripping the sheets, damn near screaming his name. He was talking his shit too, telling me how much he loved me, how I was his, how he'd do anything for me. And I believed every word.
After we finished, we laid there for a minute, both of us catching our breath. He kissed my shoulder, then got up and headed to the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on a few minutes later.
I stayed in bed, scrolling through my phone, texting Mya about the car and what happened with Rylo. She was hyping me up in the messages, telling me how lucky I was to have a nigga like Sosa.
About fifteen minutes later, Sosa came out the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, water still dripping from his dreads. He walked over to the closet and started getting dressed.
"Where you going?" I asked, sitting up.
"I gotta handle something real quick. I'll be back in a few hours."
"What you gotta handle?"
"Business, baby. Don't worry about it." He leaned down and kissed me.
"You good?"
"Yeah, I'm good."
"A'ight. I love you."
"I love you too."
He grabbed his keys off the dresser, his wallet, and one of his phones, he always had two, one for personal shit and one for business. Then he left.
I heard the front door close a few minutes later, then the sound of his car starting up and pulling out the driveway.
I laid back down, staring at the ceiling, smiling to myself. Today had been damn near perfect.
But then I heard a phone ringing. I frowned, sitting up. It wasn't my phone, mine was right next to me, and it wasn't ringing. I looked around the room and saw Sosa other phone on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with a call.
The name on the screen saidSheree. Why the fuck was she calling again?
The call went to voicemail, and I just stared at the phone, my heart starting to race. I knew I shouldn't look. I knew I should just leave it alone and ask Sosa about it later. But something in my gut was telling me to pick it up.
The phone buzzed again, this time with a text message. I reached over and grabbed it, my hands shaking a little bit. The text was from Sheree.
"I’ve been calling you and calling you. Let me find out you acting funny after I just sucked yo' dick. Fuck you Sosa."
I felt like I couldn't breathe.
I read the message again, and again, hoping I was seeing it wrong, hoping it said something else. But it didn't. It said exactly what I thought it said.
After I just sucked yo' dick.
My vision started to blur, tears filling my eyes. My chest felt tight, like somebody was standing on it. I couldn't move. I just sat there, staring at the phone, the words burning into my brain. He cheated on me, I mean he really fucking cheated on me.
The nigga who just bought me a car, who just defended me in front of my ex, who just fucked me and told me he loved me, he was out here getting his dick sucked by this bitch Sheree.
I felt my hands start to shake, anger bubbling up inside me, mixing with the hurt. Before I even realized what I was doing, I pressed the call button next to Sheree name.
It rang twice before she picked up.
"Took you long enough to call me back," she said, her voice sassy as fuck. "You really gon' ignore me after I—"
