Page 13 of Perfect Rhythm
I couldn’t see her face, but given Mecca’s history, I was pretty sure she wasn’t hard on the eyes. Dark brown hair flowed down her back in effortless waves, swaying with each slow, deliberate motion as she rode him.
This is bad. This is so fucking bad.
Leaning close to Skye’s ear, I whispered, “We’ve still got time. We could just sayfuck himand leave right now.”
She didn’t respond. Her eyes were still trained on the scene in front of us, which was getting more graphic by the second.
What the hell? Is she going to wait until?—
“Hey, babe,” Skye finally spoke, a smile appearing out of nowhere.
“Skye?” Mecca jolted. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
She tilted her head to the side and walked closer to the bed. “Well, I just got back to the city, and I was thinking about you.” She pushed the girl off of him and watched her tumble to the floor. “I guess you weren’t thinking about me, huh?”
“I thought you weren’t coming back until tonight.”
“Well, you thought wrong.”
The girl stood up. “Mecca, who is this?”
“Your worst fucking nightmare, bitch!”
Mecca hopped out of bed and grabbed his basketball shorts. “This shit isn’t cool, Skye. You can’t just be walking up in my crib. You should’ve called and let me know you were coming.”
“Why? So you could get your hoe out of here faster?”
“My name is Chanel.”
“Hoeyour name is whatever the fuck I say it is,” Skye snapped.
Shaking my head, I grabbed what I assumed were the girl’s clothes and handed them to her. “I suggest you put your shit on and go.”
“Nah, I’m not leaving unless Mecca tells me to leave.”
Again, I shook my head, but I let her be.
Did I think it was ridiculous how far Skye was willing to go for a man who didn’t belong to her? Of course. But that wasn’t something I could control. All I could do was give the victim fair warning. It was up to them to decide what to do with it.
“Oh, is that right?” Skye said, strolling around the bed. “You’re not leaving until he tells you to?”
“Yeah, that’s what I said.” Chanel placed her hand on her hip, unbothered by the fact that she was still naked.
I looked over at Mecca, my eyes pleading with him to step in before things went left. But then I remembered, he actually got a kick out of this shit. He loved every toxic trait that Skye possessed. Fucking another bitch in her face was just a form of foreplay to him.
My glare hardened. “Mecca, I swear to God, if you don’t?—”
He cut me off, sucking his teeth in frustration. “Chanel, just leave.”
“Why? I’m not scared of this?—”
A loud smack echoed through the room.
I barely flinched.
As expected, Skye had slapped the shit out of Chanel, and now, everything I was trying to avoid was in full swing.
Gripping a handful of Chanel’s hair, Skye looked back at me. “Nyx, grab the rest of her shit. I’m about to drag her ass out of here.”
