Chapter 32 Farrah
I squeezed my thighs together then winced a little bit.
I was sore, but it wasn’t a bad feeling, especially when I thought back to how I got that way.
That made me blush, and I looked at Mekhi out of the corners of my eyes to see if he noticed.
Luckily, he was standing beside the bed, his phone in his hand as he checked his messages.
He was still naked and not self-conscious at all.
Finally, he set the phone down and looked at me.
I smiled shyly at him, wondering what he was about to say.
“Come take a shower with me so I can take your ass to get something to eat,” he ordered.
I rolled my eyes. Only Mekhi could make an invitation sound so bossy.
“Where we going?”
He shrugged. “Up to yo’ annoying ass. But hurry up. I got shit to do.”
That pissed me off. I glared up at him.
“Please don’t feel obligated—ahhh!”
My words ended in a scream as he grabbed my ankles, dragged me to the edge of the bed, then pulled me up.
“I’m not arguing with you today,” he said, then dropped a quick kiss on my lips.
The kiss surprised me, made me momentarily lose my train of thought.
Then, he smiled down at me, and all my anger evaporated.
Damn, he was beautiful when he smiled. We showered quickly and I pulled on another sundress while he went to his room to get dressed.
Once I had put on a little makeup and did something with my hair, I opened my bedroom door so I could see when he was ready.
Grabbing my phone, I sat on the end of the bed and scrolled my social media accounts.
“Let me guess,” his mother said from the doorway suddenly.
I held back a frown and tried smiling at her. “Guess what?”
“He fucked the attitude out of you, right? Now, we supposed to be best friends.”
This bitch! I sighed.
“Look, Ms. Gillian, I don’t know what your problem is—”
“You ready?” Mekhi interrupted, appearing behind his mother.
She whirled to face him, looking him up and down.
“Where y’all going?”
“Touch your nose, Gillian,” he said lightly.
She said something to him, but I couldn’t hear because I was too busy looking at him.
He’d slipped into something simple—a t-shirt, distressed jeans, and designer sneakers—but he looked gorgeous.
I stared so long that he finally cleared his throat, and I felt the heat steal across my face.
Instead of saying anything, I reached for my purse and walked to the door.
“Excuse me,” I murmured at Gillian who took her time moving out of the way.
I wondered how mad Mekhi would be if I knocked his mother the fuck out.
I kept trying to balance showing her respect with standing up for myself, but that respect shit was about to go out the window.
I was quiet as we walked down the stairs.
Mekhi was looking at his phone again. He cursed suddenly as he typed back.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Wait right here,” he said, pointing toward a couch as he walked toward the door.
Ah, hell, nah! I was tired of him trying to keep me out of everything.
I hung back for a minute, then tiptoed behind him, expecting to see Trell as Mekhi pulled open the door.
I needed to give that nigga a piece of my mind and I wanted to see how Mekhi handled him.
But instead of Trell’s tall form, the girl from the ballpark stood there, a frown on her pretty face. Great.
“Samaria, the fuck are you doing here?” he snapped.
“The question is not what I’m doing here. What is she doing here?”
She pointed over his shoulder at me as I grilled her. Mekhi didn’t turn around.
“Farrah, I thought I told you to wait.”
I shrugged, even though he wasn’t looking. “I decided not to.”
“Answer my question, Mekhi!” Samaria demanded.
Yeah, Mekhi, answer her question, I thought. Because if I didn’t like his answer, I was liable to punch him in the back of his head.
“Mm-mm-mm. You need to get these hoes in line, son,” Gillian said.
I turned around and spotted her on the stairs, smirking at us.
“Who you calling a ho?” Samaria and I asked simultaneously.
“Well, if the shoe—” she stopped and looked at me. “Or the muumuu fits…”
Samaria giggled. Okay, that was it. I had taken steps toward her before I even realized it. Only Mekhi’s arms circling me and pulling me back stopped me.
“Gillian, get the hell out of here,” his voice boomed.
She looked shocked, but she scurried back up the stairs without a word. He leaned down and pressed his lips against my ear.
“And you. Take your hard-headed ass back in the living room—”
“No.”
“No?”
I shook my head. “Hell, no.”
We might not have titles or whatever, but he wasn’t going to fuck me in his house then entertain this bitch downstairs a little while later. A girl had to draw the line somewhere.
“Why don’t you let her go so we can talk, Mekhi?” Samaria piped up.
He turned around to face her, still holding on to me. She’d stepped in and closed the door.
“I’on think we got shit to talk about, shorty,” he told her as he finally released me.
But I didn’t move. I stood right there between them. I turned up my nose at Samaria. I knew I was acting possessive—almost jealous—but I didn’t want to leave Mekhi with her.
“Don’t act like that. If you’d just tell this…” she looked me up and down, “…girl to excuse us for a minute—”
“Are you deaf? He said y’all had nothing to talk about, and I ain’t going nowhere,” I cut her off.
Her eyes darted to him. “Mekhi—”
I looked over my shoulder. He shrugged.
“Samaria, you heard what she said.”
I hid my smile as she sucked her teeth. He better had taken my side. Hands on my hips, I eyeballed her.
“Who the fuck are you supposed to be?” she hissed.
“The reason he doesn’t need to talk to you. You need to leave. We were on our way out.”
Her mouth dropped open, and she glared at Mekhi. “Really? So, you going out with her fat ass, too?”
Okay, between Gillian and her, I was tired of the fat jokes.
“Yep, he going out with my fat ass, just like he going down on my fat ass.”
I heard coughing behind me, but I ignored him. He better not say shit!
She sniffed. “You ain’t even his type.”
I smirked at her. “He upgraded. Can you blame him?”
“Girl, please. You just something different. A charity case. I ain’t pressed about this shit, because he won’t be with you for long! I know what he likes.”
Her words kind of bothered me, but no way I was going to let that show. Instead, I laughed. “You know what he likes, but he’s here with me. Okay, shorty. Why don’t you leave before you keep embarrassing yourself?”
“You—”
“A’ight,” Mekhi’s voice stopped her midsentence. “That’s enough. Samaria, you gon’ have to go on with all that.”
He walked past us and opened the door. Her jaw dropped as she stared up at him.
“Me? She’s the one who—”
“Lose this address. Bye, Samaria.”
Mekhi’s tone left no room for argument. Samaria narrowed her eyes and glared at both of us for a second, but then she stomped her way out. He turned toward me.
“You prove whatever you needed to prove, Little Thug?”
I scoffed. “I have nothing to prove to that girl. I was just…”
My voice trailed off, unable to finish the lie. Mekhi didn’t say anything, but a slick smile creased his face.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
I rolled my eyes at him before walking out. He took me to a local deli where we grabbed sandwiches and soup.
“This doesn’t seem like your type of place,” I said as I sat down.
He slid into the booth across from me, a smirk on his face.
“There you go again, assuming you know me.”
I shrugged. “I’ve learned a lot just being around you, Mekhi.”
“Same,” he admitted.
I had picked my sandwich up, but I set it back down as I looked at him. “What have you learned about me?”
He sat back and grinned at me, a bottle of water in his hand.
“Now, if I say some shit like you got some good ass pussy, you gon’ be mad.”
Narrowing my eyes, I kicked him under the table.
“Ugh! You so—”
He chuckled. “Nah, I’ve learned you pretty cool. Not as stuck up as I thought. You serious about your goals, and you really love that shit you studying—I saw that in that museum. And you got a little thug in you. Still hard-headed, though, annoying ass.”
I pressed my lips together, hiding my smile.
“You’re all right, too.”
“Shiiiit, I swear you think I’m better than ‘all right’ when you got them thighs locked around me.”
I felt heat redden my cheeks, and I glared at him.
“You’re not supposed to bring that up, not in public anyway.”
“So, I guess I shouldn’t say I love the way you say my name when I’m deep in that—”
“Mekhi!”
I knew he was trying to embarrass me on purpose, but it was still working. My eyes darted around, trying to see if anybody was listening. Thankfully, no one was sitting too close to us. He was smiling hard as hell, though.
“Just eat,” I mumbled.
He reached over and tugged on one of my curls. “Yes, ma’am.”