Page 67 of Love me Like XO

“I love you.” I don’t know when the words formed or even came to my mouth, but they were coming out before I could stop them.

“I love you, too, shawty.” Then he turned and kissed my inner thigh. “Think I told you that at the hospital. But yeen hear me.”

“I did.” I licked off the icy and looked at the TV. Being stuck in the house gave me time to catch up on all of my detective shows I normally missed when I was working.

“Good.”

I looked down at him and noticed his eyes were closed and he looked mighty comfortable. “Are you on your way to sleep?”

“Nah. Yo’ siblings and Malik are on their way over here.”

I nodded. “That mean you’re about to get you a thirty?”

He chuckled. “Nah, I’m straight. I just like lying next to that fat thang.” Then he put his hand on the face of my pussy with his nasty ass.

“Boy bye.” I laughed at his stupidity before my face grew serious.

“Dead ass.”

“How is your sister?” Though I wasn’t exactly fond of Amia, she was still his sister.

“I’o—”

“Zero.” I already knew what he was about to say, so I stopped him right there.

“Asha said she’s straight. Ain’t going up there.”

I nodded, accepting his answer. I had nothing else to say, but I definitely had the sudden urge to pee. When I began to move his eyes popped open and he sat up.

“Where are you going?”

“To pee.”

“You want me t?—”

“We talked about this. You’re not going to wipe me. Nobody is wiping this coochie but me.”

He chuckled. “Oh, but it’s okay after I beat that motherfucker up, and it’s a warm rag and not tissue.”

I cackled before reaching to hit him. “Shut up and help me up, fool.”

He helped me up, but not before holding me in place to kiss me. Then he walked me to the washroom. The cast occupying most of my leg made it hard for me to do much. It wasn’t like I had to, though, because I had him…and my mother.

AMIA

Nobody in this world was perfect, but for some reason he put this bitch on a pedestal. She was a ho just like every other bitch, but to Zero, Empress was everything, and he treated her as such.

I never claimed to be perfect.

I made critical decisions for my own survival. That's why it annoyed me that I was laid up here in a hospital bed. It also irritated me that my brother wasn't here, but my know it all, lecturing ass sister was here. Every time I was about to close my eyes, she started lecturing me about my choices and what I had done.

I knew what I did and I didn’t regret it.

He chose that bitch overme.

He chose that bitch overblood.

The only thing I regretted was the fact that he was still living. How dare they look at me like I'm the bad guy when I'm laid up here with a hole in my chest?

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