Page 11 of Love's Free Will

I gritted my teeth, my pride damn near choking me. I hated this shit. “I said wait.”

He smirked. “Thought so.”

I rolled my eyes, cracking my neck. “Nigga, what you want me to do?”

“Go apologize to that girl and get her ass back in this room.”

I stared at him like he had lost his whole fuckin’’ mind.

“You gotta be out yo rabbit ass mind. I ain’t apologizing to that bitch.”

Logan shrugged. “Fine, don’t apologize. But good luck gettin’ her back in this room and without her, this shit dead.”

I inhaled deep through my nose, trying to keep from flipping something over. Logan wasn’t playin'. Which meant I had to do something I never did. I had to go apologize.

“Fuck…” I mumbled pushing past him to leave out of Studio C, down the long hallway, past reception and out the front door. She was damn near to her car, moving like a woman who had already written me off. “Ayo, Shawty!” I called, jogging up behind her.

She stopped, turning slowly, arms crossed over her chest, eyes full of annoyance and zero patience.

“The fuck you want?” there was that smart ass mouth. I let out a breath, hating that I was even doing this.

“Look man… my bad.”

Her brows lifted. “Your bad?”

I exhaled sharply. “Yeah. My bad. I came at you wrong.” She studied me, waiting; eyes squinted, head cocked to the side.

“Okay? Is that it?”

I waited too. Because obviously, this is where she apologizes too, right? …Right? But she didn’t say shit. Didn’t even blink.

“Oh, so that’s it?” I frowned. “You ain’t got nothin’ to say back besides okay?”

She shrugged. “I accepted your apology.”

I blinked. “Bitch, where?! You ain’t say shit.”

“Here we go with this disrespectful shit. Nigga you got life fucked up. Fuck you and goodbye.” She put her hand on the door handle but I stopped her.

“Chill, chill… fuck, my bad. I ain’t mean to call you out ya name, it’s a fuckin’ habit.”

“Not with me it won’t be. I don’t tolerate disrespect from no fuckin’ body. Who the fuck raised you?”

“My mama, the fuck?”

“She did a shit job at it.”

“Aye, watch yo mouth. I just came out here to apologize. But let’s be real, I’m owed an apology too.”

She scoffed folding her arms across her chest. Her lips quirked. “Oh sure… what was it you said? My bad.”

I stared at her, face blank, annoyed as fuck. She was enjoying this. And I hated her for it. I inhaled deep, forcing myself to stay cool.

“Just… come back inside,” I muttered. “I’ll play you some more tracks.”

She tilted her head. “Oh you need my help now? Are you going to actually listen to my input?”

I ground my teeth before scratching the back of my head. “Mannnn, we’ll see.”

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