Page 27 of It's Love I'm After

Seeing the panic on my face had Chaniya refusing to let me come alone, which irritates me more to see my woman trying to soothe this nigga. Right about now, I should be pushing Chaniya’s thick thighs toward her ears instead of pacifying Desi.

“Thank you, Ms. Chaniya. I appreciate you.” Desi cries.

Heat fills my ears, and I put my hands behind my back to keep from snatching this nigga up or punching his ass.

“Don’t worry about it,” Chaniya says before returning to my side, rubbing her hand up and down my arm.

“Man, I’m not sure if I’m gonna make the wedding after the shit I walked in on today,” Desi tells me.

“Keep talking,” I urge him so I can have all the information before commenting.

“I have been following Chardonnay’s thot ass all day, and like the ho she’s trying to be, she made three different stops. Three niggas met her at the car, holding court like they were conducting a drug transaction before each of their asses pulled her out of the car and tongued her down. Three different niggas had their mouths on my fuck?—”

“Man, I know good and got damn well your punk ass didn’t call me over here for this shit.” Fire surges through my blood at the reason Desi interrupts me and Chaniya getting it in.

“Who’s Char?—”

“I have told your stupid ass to quit following me, Desi Williams. You haven’t learned the consequences of searching for hidden things yet?” Chardonnay enters the house, instantly cutting Chaniya off.

Chaniya’s eyes balloon while looking between Chardonnay and Desi, who’s hurrying to wipe his wet face.

This shit is crazy how bad my man is going out behind my cousin, who I tried to steer him away from.

“Char—baby,” Desi says.

“Hello. I’m Chardonnay, Germayne’s cousin. Excuse the bullshit you’re being subjected to right now. These niggas don’t like it when you show their asses we can play their games better than they ever could.”

Chaniya opens and closes her mouth several times while looking unsure of how to respond to the bullshit coming from Chardonnay’s mouth.

“How are you teaching me a lesson when I haven’t done anything but love your dumb ass, though?” Desi interjects.

“Man. We’re out. If this is the type of time y’all are on, don’t come to the wedding. I ain’t about to let neither of y’all fuck up Essence’s big day.” Grabbing Chaniya’s hand, I head toward the front door, over the entire situation.

“So, Desi is in love with your cousin who’s trying to unjustly humble him?” Chaniya asks, whispering.

“Exactly.”

“Hm. That’s?—”

“Their shit, and I’m sorry you had to witness it.”

“Go ahead and go. I’ll stay here until you get back.” Rubbing her stomach with her right hand, Chaniya shoos me with her left.

I checked us into our room an hour ago, and Chaniya still hasn’t gotten comfortable with leaving to meet my family. Now, she’s complaining of stomach pains or something, leading me to believe she’s genuinely having some discomfort or faking to get out of it altogether.

“Alright. Do you need me to get you anything before I go?”

“No. I’m gonna lay down, and hopefully, my stomach will settle. I should be good and ready for the ceremony tomorrow. I’ll just meet your family at the reception.”

The dinner for the wedding party is about to start, so I have no choice but to leave Chaniya while I handle my groomsman duties. I don’t like leaving her while she’s not feeling good, but my hands are tied.

“Hit my line if anything changes. I’ll be back soon.” Stepping closer, I pull Chaniya’s body into mine before kissing her gently on her soft lips.

Leaving the room, I head to the elevator, and the further away I get from Chaniya, the more my chest pinches and mypulse races. Clenching my jaw, I push the button for the elevator and shake my head when Chardonnay, Desi, and Jarrod come into view.

“Where have you been, G?” Jarrod asks, momentarily distracting me from Desi and Chardonnay booed up.

These confused mothafuckas ain’t about to get on my nerves this weekend with their bipolar asses.

---