Page 24 of He Thugged Me First

“I’on know why. Shit happens every day, Gayze. Now what we eating?”

I felt her eyes the moment she cut them in my direction. “The way you demanded I leave with you, I thought you had this planned out.”

I laughed. “You gimme too much credit, G.”

She was quiet, but I felt her eyes on me.

“So again, what do you wanna eat?” I cut my eyes in her direction. She was nibbling on her bottom lip.

“Sushi.”

I screwed my face up. “Fuck outta here. Ain’t you allergic to shellfish?”

She cracked up laughing. “Doesn’t mean I can’t get a spicy tuna crunch roll.”

I shook my head. “I mean, I guess. What’s the place?”

“Nobu.”

I nodded my head. “Call them and order it. We going to my crib to?—”

“Mhmm.” She picked up her phone and started to tap around.

A smile crossed my face. I wasn’t even planning on taking it there with her, but if her mind was there, then it was whatever. It didn’t take long for us to go get her food and pick me something up. Within two hours, we were pulling into my driveway.

“You live here?” she asked, almost in awe.

“Most nights when I feel like taking the drive.”

“Why live so far out here if you don’t always feel like taking the drive?” she asked.

“Because it’s out of the way, and some days I just need to get away to st?—"

“Stay sane.” She finished.

Once I parked, I glanced over at her and nodded.

“As an introvert, sometimes you gotta find ya balance alone. I know exactly how you feel.” She shrugged and opened her door.

“That balance and solitary,” I responded as we walked toward the stairs to the massive front door. When I first bought this house years ago, I handpicked it. This was my first big purchase, I wanted to make sure Mecca and Mel had a safe place to lay their heads. Then once Mecca moved out, it was that for me.

“It’s beautiful.” She damn near gasped as I opened the door and allowed her to step in first.

I shrugged because low key, I had no say so in the decoration. Mecca met with the female to do all of this. I just footed the bill.

I led her into the kitchen and set our food on the island as I walked over to the sink to wash my hands. She set her purse on the chair and did the same before walking over to where I was.

“How come homie didn’t give a fuck why you left?” I had to ask, because a nigga was nosy and I actually gave a fuck.

“Because that was less time he had to spend with me, even though he initiated us having dinner and mulling over things.” She shrugged like she was uncomfortable talking about old boy.

“You can’t be uncomfortable talking about a situation you’re comfortable in, G.”

“Ha. What about you? Who was the girl with the nice ass lace?” She reached into the paper bag and pulled her food out.

“Something to kill time.” I shrugged with a smirk. That was something I fucked with about her. She was so comfortable in her skin that she’d never talk down on another. Most females went out of their way to down talk another.

“Damn, it’s that simple.” She used the chopsticks to put a piece of sushi to her lips.

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