Chapter 2
Chapter Two
“The strongest bitches cried the realest tears.”
Ommy
Surah
When I got my ass back in the car with Namari, I don’t know what I expected, but he was true to his word and dropped his friend off.
She did not seem happy, but then again, I wouldn’t have been if I was her.
To be honest if I was in her place, I would’ve beat my ass because the fact that they had plans and he blatantly broke them to be in my face was fucked up.
“Why are we driving so far out, Namari? You aren’t about to hack my body up and bury me with the vegetation, are you?” I asked. I had only known this man for about ten hours and already I had my fast ass in his car. I told myself I’d do better but old habits die hard.
“If I was, you’re asking late as fuck ain’t you?”
“I’m definitely not that late because my mama and Ommy already have your license plate number.”
He chuckled.
“So, what did you tell your friend for her to leave so quietly,” I had to ask, because the way she got out of the car and didn’t utter a word was most unheard of.
“The truth.”
“And that was? You just met me today, but you’re hella bossy and trying to tell me what to do?” I peered at him with questioning eyes.
“Nah, that you’re my wife so when it’s necessary everything drops for you.” He winked at me before we pulled into the outside of a gated driveway.
“But that isn’t the truth. It’s the fur—”
He chuckled. “It’s a version of it. Now ride the flow, wife.”
I didn’t say much more. Instead, I watched him lean out of the car so he could be identified right before the gates opened. A little way in front of us was the most beautiful home I had ever laid eyes on. It looked like one of those homes they shot music videos in.
“You live here all alone?”
“For the most part unless my sister comes out here. Other than that, yeah. I like to be out of the way.” He hopped out on the driver’s side.
When it was evident that his rude ass wasn’t going to open my door, I opened it myself. When I stepped out, he grabbed my hand and nearly dragged me into his space.
We entered his home and just like from the outside the inside was equally as breathtaking.
Everything was all neat and nicely put together with different color schemes almost like it was put together by a professional.
Then again maybe it was, and he was just that type of nigga.
Either way it definitely surprised me because of how much of a hood booger he seemed to be.
“Are you thirsty?” his voice interrupted my thoughts.
I nodded my head as my eyes found his handsome face. He was now in his kitchen standing behind the island peering at me. “What do you have?”
“Shit, I don’t remember. Go ahead over to that refrigerator and see. I told that broad you were my wife, which means you ain’t no fucking guest up in here.”
I screwed up my face. “You probably did that because she wasn’t too important. Plus, I saw the car you dropped her off to. You were itching to get rid of her.”
“Maybe.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at his honesty. Then I walked over to see what he had to drink anyway, because I was actually thirsty.
Instead of reaching for the Coke Cola that I knew I didn’t need, I grabbed the Fiji water. He would have an unlimited supply in his fridge. In the hood that was lowkey a must. Anything a nigga was drinking he always had a Fiji water near.
“So, you take pictures and shit?” he asked.
I nodded.
“What type? You a professional. Or do you do that shit from your phone?”
“Nah, baby I take them with a camera and I’m pretty good at it.”
“I’ll be the judge of that. Lemme see what you’re working on,” he demanded and then held his hand out for me to hand him my phone.
I couldn’t even go out like that, so instead of handing him my phone, I rounded the counter and grabbed his.
Seconds later I held it up to his face for recognition, then I looked on the screen for his Instagram.
I swiped a few screens before I found it and he didn’t move an inch to take his phone from me.
When I found the app and typed in my name, I handed him his phone.
“You grabbing niggas phones and gone fuck around and see something yeen ready for.” I just knew he'd have something to say.
“Will you just look at the pictures? Don’t nobody wanna see your lil’ home movies.” I waved him off and went back over to the other side of the island where my water was.
He silently looked through my business Instagram before he looked back up at me. “This shit looks nice as fuck. Can’t even tell you photoshopin’ broads.”
Before I could control myself, I busted up laughing. “No, I don’t.”
He gave me that look telling me to stop lying.
“Okay maybe a little sometimes, but my job as a photographer is to get the client’s good angle and showcase that.”
“Everybody doesn’t have a good angle, baby girl.”
“I beg to differ, but then again you’re not the one behind the camera.”
He nodded in agreement. “I guess you can get that. What do you want to eat?”
“I’m not picky, you choose.”
He gave me one of those looks, before shaking his head and chuckling to himself.
I could almost guess what crossed his mind, but I’m glad he didn’t speak it aloud.
I really meant it when I said I wasn’t screwing him tonight.
It was nothing against him and yes, I was dangerously attracted to him, but nah I couldn’t go out like that… Not yet.
Hours later we ended up in his movie room watching all the Underworlds.
We planned to, but from what it sounded like he was asleep.
I wouldn’t know because even though we started out in two separate chairs, by the middle of the second movie Mari had let up the divider and invited himself onto my side.
It wasn’t creep energy or anything like that, lowkey it was craved contact.
No matter how much I was trying to turn over a new leaf old habits seemed to die hard as fuck.
No, I wasn’t a ho or anything of that nature, but I also knew my options and I dated on my terms when it came to a nigga.
Anyway I was comfortable and from his light snores I could tell he was asleep.
Somewhere along the way I fell asleep as well and the fact that I was literally in a stranger’s place became less of a fact and more of a distant memory.
Though I wasn’t trying to hubby this nigga or even slut him out just yet I felt safe in his presence.
His blatant honesty and his eyes kind of told me everything I needed to know.
Mari was free, just like me and as much as I should’ve been ducking that I was enthralled by it.
Most niggas were out here with the take it eyes and lying their asses off.
His ho ass was a breath of fresh air, and I didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing at this point.
Knoxx
I opened my eyes, and the aroma of bacon filled my nostrils.
I just knew it wasn’t my sister, because my nephew hadn’t run in here to wake me.
That only meant it was one motherfucker cooking in my kitchen like I asked her to.
I swear I hated when shorty did this shit.
She’d show her ass up to my place and act like we were together when we weren’t.
At least not anymore, our separation was her choice, then she had the nerve to bring her ass back expecting me to be waiting with open arms. The bitch was a nut if you asked me because no way that shit was even possible.
I’d never admit this to anyone besides my sister and my father, but that shit broke me when she upped and left a nigga.
It showed me just how depended on her that I was and that alone made it hard for me to even think about letting her back in.
It wasn’t that I didn’t love her because I always would, but she and I would never be like that again.
I threw my feet on the side of the bed and sat up, before reaching over to my nightstand to grab my phone.
I purposely never slept with my phone in my face because I hated for a motherfucker to call me in the middle of the night.
Regardless of my lifestyle I didn’t play that late-night shit.
If I was asleep, then whatever happened would wait on me until the morning. It was that fucking simple.
I made it to my kitchen about fifteen minutes later because I had to take care of my hygiene and all of that.
Not to mention a nigga was hoping that she finished cooking so I could kick her ass out.
She was nine times out of ten only here to try and ask me where we stood.
I didn’t ever bullshit her when we were together, and I wasn’t about to start now.
Shit, we didn’t stand anywhere and the faster she gave me my key back the faster she could go about her business.
I mean damn what if I had a bitch at the crib while she was in here trying to be Suzy Homemaker?
“I thought we talked about this.” I turned the corner into my kitchen with a scowl.
“About what, Knoxx?”
“The fact that you keep showing your ass up here like you’re invited. As a matter of fact, where the fuck is my key? Should’ve been given that back.”
“You don’t mean that. I mean sure you’re still mad at me, and that’s why you’re making this hard. You’re angry and acting oblivious to the fact that we’re meant to be. Yes, I messed up and jumped the gun, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that I love you. It never will.”
“I’m sure it won’t, but I told you the day you showed up at my door that I wasn’t hopping in another relationship with you. I told you that this between us was over.”
“But that didn’t stop you from sticking your dick down my throat fifteen minutes later. Did it stop anything last week?” Rae just looked at me.
“You’re right I didn’t, and that’s only because you attempted to use sex to distract me. Shit didn’t work and now loo—”
“It used to.”