Page 16 of He Thugged Me First

He laughed and waited for me to explain.

“Things happen and people grow?—”

“Apart? But why you still wearing that nigga’s ring?” he asked, resting back against the booth, staring at me.

“Too damn comfortable.” I shrugged.

“Nigga ain’t loving you right,” he said, crossing his arms and studying me.

What he didn’t know was he had me hot as hell just talking about being loved right. I mean, damn, was it a certain thing I did that showed him that? I laughed because I definitely didn’t have a response.

“Yeen gotta tell me, G. I see it, but I’mma mind my business until it’s mine.” He licked his full lips.

MAZZ

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that Gayze wasn’t being touched right, if she was even being touched at all. Maybe it did, but I knew her body like the back of my hand. Old boy wasn’t working out, and now that she was back in my life, he might as well take his ring back and move on. I was finishing shit, and that was just it. She didn’t know it, but she’d given me all that I needed to bring her home. Gayze belonged to me, end of fucking story. We ended up talking and kicking shit at Canez for a while until it was set to be opening. Neither of us wanted to attend the space on a Wednesday night, so currently, I was taking her to her car. She seemed to be deep in thought the entire ride, which seemed to be a good thing.

“So you have no kids?” she asked out of nowhere after turning my radio down.

“Nope. Just Mel and Mec.” I shrugged. I was careful with these hoes. I didn’t need no kids with questionable genes running around this bitch.

“Mhmm.” She shrugged and rested back against my seat.

I laughed. “What does that mean, G?”

“Nothing. I just figured you’d at least have one by now.”

“Just anybody can’t give me kids, Gayze. Only female I’m busting in will be the one who spends the rest of her life with me.I ain’t talking about none of that marriage shit either.” I pulled into the parking garage and looked over at her.

I guess what I said to her was brain food because she nodded and bit her bottom lip, something I remember her doing when she was deep in thought.

“What floor?” I asked.

“This one.” She pointed to the cocaine white G Wagon sitting in the parking space next to the door.

I couldn’t help but smile in appreciation of her whip. It was clean as fuck, and I could just bet it had the peanut butter interior. That was her dream car. Before she could unlock the door to get out, I hit the locks, locking the doors. “When I’mma see you again?” I asked her as if she had control over that.

She pursed her lips and looked at me. “Now why woul?—”

“Don’t ask dumb questions, G. Dinner tomorrow?” I asked, studying her expression.

“I do have a man, Mazzier.”

I laughed. “Nah, you got a boy.”

She shook her head. She definitely didn’t argue there, because it was just like I thought. He wasn’t touching her right. “Now, Mazz.”

“Now, Gayze. I could sit right here all night, shorty. I ain’t go?—”

“Fine. I’ll be here until five, then—” She started.

“Yeah, alright.” I handed her my phone to put her number in.

After she had tapped in her digits, I pressed call to make sure this was her number. The moment I heard her phone ring, I hung up.

“Is that all?” she asked once I dropped my phone in the cup holder and didn’t move to unlock the car door.

“Is there any?—”

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