Page 18 of Without You I Have Nothing To Lose

“Girl, fuck Paris. I don’t know why she’s up here, anyway. Old ass need to leave my brother alone,” Jaylen fussed.

“Oh, that’s Paris?” I quizzed.

“Yep, that’s her old ass. She’s threatened by you and has no reason to. Old ass need to find a man her age, anyway. I should tell my mama so she can beat her ass,” she continued to fuss while I sipped on my drink.

We continued to party and ignore Paris’ sour face ass in the process. It was about an hour before the club closed and Jaylen and I were leaving. I had so much fun that I wasn’t even thinking about Gabe’s ass. That was until Jaylen and I were walking out the door and he grabbed my arm.

“You couldn’t wait to go out and be a hoe, huh?” he asked, gripping my arm tightly in the process. I was initially stuck because I was shocked that he was still bothering me.

“Get your hands off of me!” I snarled, shocking him, and gaining Jaylen’s attention.

“Oh hell, no!” Jaylen fussed. “Take your hands off of her before you get yo’ ass beat out here!”

He chuckled and asked, “by who?”

“By me nigga.” We all looked back and saw Demetric coming toward us with everybody in tow.

“You really fuckin’ this nigga, Daiz?” He almost looked hurt, but that didn’t last long because the anger quickly resurfaced.

“What she’s doing ain’t got shit to do wit’ you. Now take ya fuckin’ hands off of her before shit gets ugly out here.” I was still struggling against his grip until Demetric pointed his gun, and he finally loosened his grip.

“This shit ain’t over, Daizha. I told you, you won’t be happy wit’ nobody but me,” he sniped.

“I beg to differ.” I rolled my eyes. He had Erica trailing behind him like they weren’t together. She looked sad as hell watching him cause a scene with me. I hope her all the best luck with that.

There was an awkward silence until Paris’ old ass came outside and joined us.

“Baby, I’m ready to go,” she said, walking up and looping her arm into his. He snatched back so quickly that she almost fell on the ground.

“Chill out. You didn’t ride with me, so I don’t know why you’re waiting.”

“Uh…we’re about to go. I’ll see you back at the house,” I said before walking off with Jaylen.

“She lives with you?” I heard her aggravating voice. Feeling accomplished, I smirked.

“You’re petty as hell for that,” Jaylen laughed.

“She was doing too much, and I didn’t do anything to her. I hope I didn’t start anything between her and Demetric.”

“Girl, Meechie don’t like her like that. You see he didn’t stop you.”

I opted not to say anything. I still had my liquor buzz going, and outside of Paris and Gabe trying to ruin my night, I actually had fun tonight. I wasn’t about to let nobody ruin that for me.

Chapter Eight

Demetric

IleftParis’assstandingthere looking crazy while I trekked to my car with Kev in tow. She was starting to get too clingy, and she knew I didn’t do that shit. She was pressing me about Daizha like she was my lady or some shit. There wasn’t a title that she could claim when it came to me. The only thing she had access to was this dick, and she was gon’ fuck around and lose that shit.

“P gon’ whoop yo’ ass for playing on her top like that. Got her out here looking bad in front of people and shit,” he joked.

“That ain’t got shit to do wit’ me. P knows we’re not like that, so I don’t know why she even set herself up like that. That’s her problem, not mine.” She could play herself all she wanted to. That was her issue and her issue alone.

“If you say so, but what’s up wit’ ol’ girl, though? You playing Savior now or you feeling shorty?” he probed. I glanced over at him before putting my attention back on the road. What the fuck was I really doing?

“Oh shit,” he scoffed into his hand.

“What?”

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