HARVEY
Denna texted me asking me and the girls to go out with her tonight. She said she had some things she wanted to discuss with me, but I wasn’t sure what they were. However, for the sake of my man, I told her I would come.
I cleaned up the living room, laughing to myself about my epic failed threesome. I thought it was something he would enjoy, but he seemed more jealous than me. I guess I wasn’t worried because I knew if she had done some wild shit, I would have fought her, butt naked and all.
“Uh, hi. What’s up?” I asked.
She glanced over my shoulder, “Is Foe here?”
I snarled. “Why?”
She rubbed her bare arm. “I wanted to talk to you alone,” she said.
I wasn’t sure what she wanted, but I didn’t feel comfortable with her coming back inside. I leaned on the door. “We can talk here.”
The way she gazed at me was different this time. It wasn’t with envy or malice, but as if she liked me, or maybe needed a friend. She ran her hand down her tights. “I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime. Like, go get lunch or something.”
“Wait, my nigga puts you out and you still want to hang out?”
She nodded. “Right, Foe, the jealous boyfriend.”
“No. Foe, the man who didn’t feel comfortable. What is this about?”
Before I knew it, Flex’s lips were against mine. She kissed me softly and sweetly as a bit of her tongue entered my mouth. I pushed her off me. “What the hell. Don’t do that shit again!” I snapped.
“I-I thought you enjoyed the little we shared last night.”
I laughed. “You were merely a gift for my nigga. It was to make him happy. Last night is over. Flex, don’t come back here.”
She gave me a tight-lipped smile. “Sorry. I thought you were into me like I was into you. I don’t know, Harvey, you sure do a good job of faking it.
I will be around,” she said as she backed up until she reached her car.
When she got in and drove off, I noticed Chevy staring at me from his balcony.
“Foe girl got a girlfriend. What was that?” he said to me.
“Haha, funny. Leave me alone.”
“Shit, it ain’t me you got to worry about. Does Foe know you bumpin’ coochies?”
“Does Zaria know a cougar showed you all those moves you use on her?”
The smile on his face disappeared. “Thought so,” I said as I walked back in, closing the door.
I stood there, shocked. This entire time, I thought Flex wanted Myles, but she wanted me. Did I open Pandora’s box? I needed Myles to come home so I could tell him what happened.