Page 92 of River & Crown
Staring at him with hurt deepening my frown, I waited for him to realize just how selfish his ass was being.
"Really?" I asked desperately, giving him another chance to make things right.
He shrugged.
I nodded.
"I'm celebrating with Chosyn."
I got up from the couch, and Sincere was right there, following me into his bedroom. I would have called it ours, but this was his place, no matter how hard I tried to make it ours. Grabbing me by the hand, Sincere spun me toward him. With my hand still in his, he walked me toward the wall until my back pressed against it.
"River," he murmured, lips hovering over my forehead.
"Sincere," I whispered.
His lips found mine, the kisses were soft instead of the rough ones I've grown accustomed to. When he pulled away, I yearned for more. Being mad at Sincere was too hard because he stayed doing shit like this. He'll piss me off then touch me so fucking gently that I felt every instance of his skin against mine.
"I'm sorry, ight. I've been caught up trying to make moves with King."
"So, you were so caught up that you forgot my birthday?" I frowned but kept my voice even. Arguing was pointless. Sincere wasn't one to see things from anyone's point of view but his own. He swore what he was doing was for us, our future, but how, when I was slipping away, and he didn't even notice.
"River," he groaned, taking a step back and cupping his hands in front of him. He tilted his head to the left. "You really gon' be mad at me 'cause I'm out here hustling to provide you with a better life?"
A humorless laugh was in his tone as if my being mad was something he didn't understand. When I said nothing, he caught the hint.
"Come on, River, chill on me."
"I didn't say a word." I shrugged.
"Yeah, but your silence says enough. I'm doing this for us, and you're mad. Other bitches would be?—"
"I don't give a fuck what another bitch would be. My name is River," I spat, shoving him in the chest. Sincere grabbed my wrist and pulled me into him. We struggled, with me trying to get away and him wanting to keep me close. We fell against the bed, and somehow my curls slipped from my high ponytail. They covered my face, and Sincere used that to his advantage. Laying all his weight on me, he held me in place.
"Sincere, get off me!" I shouted.
"Nah, 'cause you on bullshit."
"That's you on bullshit. Why would you tell me how the next bitch would feel? When have I ever cared about another bitch?"
"Never."
"Exactly, so miss me with that bullshit and get the fuck off me."
Sucking his teeth, Sincere stood up then reached his hand out to help me. I smacked it away, got up on my own, and found my hair tie to put my curls back in a ponytail.
"Wassup with the curls?" Sincere asked, eyeing me.
I shrugged. I usually kept my hair straight since that's how Sincere loved it. The plan was to straighten it today since I washed it last night, but now, I wasn't in the mood.
"It's cute, but you know I love it straight."
"Tell one of your other bitches." I snickered.
"It's funny as fuck until I really go and get me another bitch."
"Go ahead." I smirked. "And watch how this ass gon' bounce to the next dick."
I started laughing, but it was cut short when Sincere wrapped his hand around my neck. My nails dug into his wrist once I noticed this wasn't a loving choke.
