Chapter Thirteen #3
Nya stood up, eyeing me suspiciously, but she headed toward the guest bedroom. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and glanced toward my bedroom. The closet door was still closed. Thank God.
I followed Nya to the guest room, trying to act casual. She opened the closet and started rummaging through my shoe collection like she was shopping at Nordstrom.
"Damn, you got a lot of shoes," she muttered. "How you afford all this shit?"
"You know how," I said flatly.
"Right, right," she said, pulling out the YSL heels. "Pussy pay the bills."
"And it pay 'em well," I shot back.
She tried on the heels, checking herself out in the mirror. "These cute. I might not give 'em back."
"Bitch, you better," I said, crossing my arms.
Nya laughed, slipping the heels off and putting them back in the box. "I'm just playing. I'll bring 'em back tomorrow."
"You better."
She grabbed the box and we headed back toward the living room. I thought I was in the clear. I really did. But then I heard it.
A sneeze.
A loud-ass, unmistakable sneeze coming from my bedroom.
Nya stopped dead in her tracks. Her head turned toward me slowly, like something out of a horror movie.
"What was that?" she asked.
"What was what?" I said, my voice going up an octave.
"That," she said, pointing toward my bedroom. "That sound."
"I didn't hear nothing," I lied.
Nya's eyes narrowed. "Sia, don't play with me. Who the fuck is in your room?"
"Nobody," I said, but my voice cracked.
"Mmhmm," she said, dropping the shoe box on the couch and marching toward my bedroom.
"Nya, wait—"
But it was too late. She swung my bedroom door open and stood there, hands on her hips, scanning the room like a detective. Her eyes landed on the closet.
"Sia," she said slowly, "why is your closet door cracked?"
"It's always cracked," I lied again.
"No the fuck it ain't," she said, walking toward it.
"Nya, don't—"
She yanked the closet door open.
And there he was.
Dose, standing in my closet, looking irritated as hell, his head damn near touching the top shelf.
For a moment, nobody said anything. We all just stood there, frozen.
Then Nya screamed.
"OH MY GOD!" she shrieked, pointing at Dose like he was a ghost. "BITCH, IS THAT DOSE?!"
Dose stepped out of the closet, looking unbothered as hell, and crossed his arms.
"Wassup," he said casually, like he wasn't just hiding in my closet like a damn teenager.
Nya's mouth was hanging open. She looked at me, then at Dose, then back at me.
"Sia," she said slowly, "you fucking Dose?"
"I—" I started, but I didn't even know what to say.
"Oh my GOD!" Nya screamed again, this time louder. "You fucking Dose! The Dose! The nigga you was too toxic—"
"Nya, shut up!" I hissed, my face burning.
"Nah, nah, nah," she said, shaking her head. "Don't tell me to shut up. You been over here acting all high and mighty, talking 'bout you'll never fuck with this nigga, and here you are with this nigga hiding in your closet like he stole something!"
Dose chuckled, clearly amused by the whole situation.
"She made me hide," he said, throwing me under the bus.
"Oh, so now you snitching?" I snapped at him.
"I told you I wasn't hiding," he said, shrugging. "You the one who made me get in that cramped-ass closet."
Nya was cackling now, doubled over, holding her stomach.
"This is the funniest shit I ever seen," she said between laughs. "Sia, you really had this man hiding in the closet like you was in high school."
"It's not funny," I muttered.
"Yes it is," Dose and Nya said at the same time.
Nya wiped tears from her eyes, still laughing. "So how long this been going on?"
"A few days," I admitted.
"A few days?!" she shrieked. "And you ain't tell me?!"
"I was gonna tell you," I said defensively.
"When? After y'all got married?" she shot back.
Dose laughed at that, and I shot him a look.
"Don't encourage her," I said.
Nya walked over to Dose, looking him up and down like she was inspecting him.
"So you the one who got my girl acting all secretive and shit," she said. "That ain't like her."
"I guess so," Dose said, grinning.
"Mmhmm," Nya said, crossing her arms. "You better treat her right, or I'ma fuck you up."
"I got you," Dose said, clearly not taking her seriously.
Nya turned back to me, a sly smile on her face.
"So," she said, "is the dick good?"
"Nya!" I shrieked.
"What? I'm just asking!" she said, laughing. "I mean, you got the man hiding in closets and shit, so it must be good."
Dose smirked, clearly enjoying this.
"It's good," he said confidently.
"Dose, shut up," I said, my face burning.
Nya cackled again. "Oh, this is too good. Wait 'til I tell—"
"You ain't telling nobody," I said quickly.
"Girl, relax," Nya said, waving me off. "Your secret safe with me. But you owe me details. All the details."
"I ain't telling you shit," I said.
"Yes you are," she said, grabbing the shoe box off the couch. "But I'ma let y'all get back to whatever freaky shit y'all was doing before I got here."
She headed toward the door, then stopped and turned back.
"Oh, and Dose?" she said.
"Yeah?" he said.
"Next time, park your truck somewhere else. You making it too obvious."
Dose laughed. "Nah."
Nya winked at me, then left, closing the door behind her.
The second she was gone, I turned to Dose.
"I can't believe you sneezed," I said.
"I can't believe you made me hide in a closet," he shot back. "All that damn perfume was fucking with me."
We stared at each other for a moment, then both burst out laughing.
"This is so stupid," I said, shaking my head.
"Yeah," Dose said, pulling me into his arms. "But it's funny as hell."
I rested my head on his chest, still laughing.
"She's never gonna let me live this down," I said.
"Probably not," Dose agreed. "Because she knows, like I know, that you full of shit."
And he was right. Because not even five minutes later, my phone buzzed with a text from Nya.
Nya
Bitch, you better give me ALL the details tomorrow. And tell Dose his truck nice as hell.
I showed Dose the text, and he laughed.
"I like her," he said.
"Of course you do," I muttered.
But deep down, I was glad Nya knew. Because now I didn't have to hide it anymore.
And honestly? That felt good as hell.