Chapter LAKIA
LAKIA
My ending up at Monfua wasn’t my intention.
I was going to call Foe to come and get me, then I thought about being stuck in a house with him and Harvey.
It would have gotten to a point where he would expect me to apologize to her, and I wasn’t doing that.
How was I wrong for calling her out on her bullshit with Zu and my brother?
I was all torn up, and now that Monfua closed the door in my face, I was sick.
Maybe believing he would fold for me or that a piece of him would feel sorry and let me in was a part of my delusion.
Here I was standing at his door in the pouring rain, not only feeling stupid, but looking it as well. Now I regret leaving Porsha’s.
Tears became my friend as I pulled out my phone to order another Uber to take me to the hotel where my belongings were. The wait was an hour, likely due to the storm.
“Damnit!” I spat.
I tried leaning against the wall, where a small piece of awning could shield me from the rain.
I slowly slid down until I was sitting on the ground.
As I brought my knees to my chest, the crack of thunder hit again, causing me to jump.
The more it rained, the more I cried. I needed some comfort, and the only thing I could think of was my thumb.
It has always been a nerve calmer for me.
It was the one thing my brother and mother hated, but I loved it.
I remember that for years, my mother tried everything to get me to stop, but here I was, still sucking my thumb.
I leaned my head back on the wall, with my vice as I began to think about how foolish I looked sitting here.
A part of me felt that it was too easy for Monfua to turn his back on me when it was he who said he wanted to try to make it work.
Now that he had thrown his hands up, I didn’t want him to.
The Uber was taking too damn long, so long that I decided to give in and call my brother.
The phone rang once, then twice, and he picked up.
Foe stared into the camera with a blank face.
I knew he was upset, and I felt bad for my actions.
I didn’t even know where to start, but I knew I needed to start somewhere.
“Get yo fucking thumb out yo mouth,” he gritted. “Fuck is wrong with you?”
I slowly eased my thumb out of my mouth. “I-I need your help.”
His brows narrowed in, “Where you at? It’s fucking pouring outside.”
“I-I need a ride,” I mumbled.
I could see him trying to inspect my background. I slowly stood up to allow him to catch a glimpse of where I was, “Wait, you at that nigga’s house? Man, Kia, I don’t have time for the—”
“He won’t let me in. I fucked up, Foe and he won’t let me in.”
My brother’s lip disappeared between his teeth as his nose flared before he just hung up. “Shit!”
I honestly didn’t know if he had given up on me as well. Over the past year, things had worsened, and with every passing day, I regretted all my decisions. From the first moment with Kirk to the moment I said I do to Monfua.
Another ten minutes passed before a beautiful woman stepped outside his door. She jumped when she saw me, “Ah!” she screamed. “You scared me,” she smiled.
The door opened wider, and Monfua stood there with no shirt and sweatpants. Did he fuck her? I thought I felt a little jealousy at the club, but now it wasn’t a feeling because I was. She opened her umbrella and stepped out into the rain, “Call me,” she said.
“He won’t!” I spat.
She quickly turned to look at me like she couldn’t believe what I said. “I said he won’t,” I repeated.
I spun toward Monfua, whose eyes locked with mine. “Really? You lock me out so you can fuck?”
He didn’t say a word as he tried to close the door, but this time my foot caught it before it closed. “Move your foot.”
“No! I thought—”
“You thought what? A nigga was going to kiss your ass. You thought you could treat me as you wanted, and I would move? Lakia, you got the game fucked up. I offered to make shit work.”
I moved closer, “But I-I just needed to sort shit out. We moved too fast!” I screamed.
He stepped closer now, towering over me. His eyes slowly traveled down and met mine. We gazed at each other, and right then, I knew I wanted him. “What were your intentions?” he grumbled.
I pulled my eyes away until I heard his voice. “Sukalati, eyes on me.”
Eyes on him. “Let me tell you what mine were. I want to taste that Suamalie Pussy. I wanted to piss your bitch ass brother off. Then the more I hung with you, the more I wanted you, but this shit I’m not for it. So again, what were your intentions?”
Crack of thunder. Jump.
I pulled my eyes away. “On me!” he spat.
Eyes on him. I blew out a sharp breath because locking eyes with him was tearing me apart. “I-I—”
I heard my name being called. “Kia!”
I knew it was my brother, but I didn’t want to let this piece of connection go.
Crack of thunder. Jump.
It was something brewing between Monfua and me. The way he was looking at me made my heart skip a beat. I wanted this man, and I knew, walking away, wasn’t something I could do.
“Lakia, bring yo ass on!” Foe shouted again.
Crack of thunder. Jump.
My tongue nervously ran across my lip, “Monfua, I—”
He chuckled as he shook his head. When he pulled his eyes away. I knew that was it. He poked his head out the door, “Should have known you would call that nigga. After the storm, we can go get an annulment or whatever the fuck they call it. Move your fucking foot.”
I slowly eased my foot back, and just like the first time, he closed the door right in my face. Although Foe was here to get me, I didn’t want to go.
Crack of thunder. Jump.