Page 29 of Love me Like XO

“I’m not there, so if you kick my door down be prepared to pay for it.” She responded holding back laughter.

I laughed and walked back into my closet to leave her to that conversation. By the time I came back in the room, she was looking out the windows.

“What the hell are either of you doing here? She isn’t gon?—”

“Either of who?” I asked.

“That’s sis’? Tell her she got a mean left. Got this nigga swollen and tight.” He laughed. “Now come open this fucking door, wife.”

My sister looked at me, then at the doorway to my room. “I’m gonna go get rid of him.”

I looked at her and nodded before she exited my room leaving me to my silence. As if I needed any more time to think. I had literally done enough of it, spent too much time overthinking my decisions and or thoughts.

“Going somewhere, baby girl?” His voice sent electricity down my spine, but I refused to turn around and look at him. I knew my emotions would be written on my face.

“What do you want, Zero?”

“Simple. You and that left hook.”

I caught myself before I chuckled. “A deserved one. But nah, I’m off the table.”

“Bullshit. You’re on any table that my tongue is on the other end of.”

“Nah. Old girl with the funky ass lipstick is though.” I couldn’t stop myself from mentioning it.

“Empress,” his tone deepened.

“What, Zero? What do you want?” Finally, I turned around and looked at him. Besides the now purple bruise on his jaw he looked good. Too damn good for me to be trying to stay on this side of the room.

“You.”

“No, you don’t want me. You think you hurt my feelings, and you did. But I’ma ‘bou?—”

“That’s why you call yo’self packing up to go fuck some other nigga?” He looked around my room which was now in a disarray.

“Yep.”

He laughed and shook his head, before he gave me a look I had never seen before. “I bet I kill him and any other nigga you call yo’self opening yo’ legs to.”

ZERO

I said what I said to her and waited for a response that I never got, so I went in depth making sure she got what I said. “You’ll get a nigga murked behind this tit for tat you wanna do. So I’ma let you go if that’s what you wanna do, but I bet whoever he is be dead before he touch you.”

“Are you serious? You’re out here fucking a basic bitch, now you wanna regulate me.” She dropped the shirt she was packing into her bag.

I picked up the shirt and walked that shit into her closet like I knew where it went. “I ain’t never fucked that bitch. Now has she given me head a few times, yeah. But that don’t mean shit.”

“Okay, so let me go get some head and then we can tal?—”

“I wanna fuck just you on some exclusive shit. You want some head, pull ya fucking pants down and come on.”

She just looked at me. “Why? Because I saw you with her?”

“No, because it’s what I want and why you were meeting me at the bar in the first pla?—”

“But you ended up getting head from a bitch in ya’ office.”

I walked up on her, getting in her space. I knew I was breaking down her lil’ defense and that’s why she kept bringing up Sweetie. “You’re right, but none of that is important right now. What’s important is you not getting Malik’s favorite player killed because you’re mad at me.”

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