Page 15 of Perfect Rhythm
I stared him down, pissed that this was even a conversation.
I knew exactly what Skye wanted, and it wasn’t this toxic bullshit. Skye was Mecca’s best kept secret. To the public, he was a bachelor with no ties to anybody, which went along perfectlywith his bad boy rapper persona. But behind closed doors, according to him, Skye was his everything, and he couldn’t live his life without her.
“Hey, Nyx, chill,” he scolded.
“Don’t tell me to chill. I’m sick of watching you play in my girl’s face. If you want her, then act like it.”
Skye raised her hand. “Okay, enough. Nyx, I’m good. You can drive my car home.”
My mouth dropped.
“Are you serious right now? You dragged me all the way out here and—” I stopped myself, realizing that saying anything more would be pointless. She’d already forgiven him. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “You’re right. I should head home.”
“Yes, you should,” Mecca said back.
“Boy, fuck you!” I turned my attention back to Skye. “Call me if you need me.”
“I will. Thank you for having my back,” she whispered while hugging me. “I love you, you know that, right?”
I sighed. “Yeah, I know. I love you too.”
Smiling, she kissed my cheek, then walked back into Mecca’s arms.
He didn’t bother looking my way, which was for the best. Had his eyes even come close to meeting mine, he would’ve been met with my middle finger.
Slowly, I turned and walked out of the house.
I knew I should’ve stayed my ass at home.
7
NYX
I was annoyed as shit, and the only thing I wanted to do was go home. Skye and Mecca’s mess had already drained me. But going home wasn’t an option. Instead, I was stuck playing dress up at some fancy restaurant with Eli.
“Oh my God, Eli Grant?” A petite woman squealed as she came to our table. “What a nice surprise. I didn’t know you would be dining here this evening.”
I didn’t know her name, but I’d definitely seen her before.
Leaning slightly to the side, I glanced over Eli’s shoulder toward the area she’d just come from. The long table was surrounded by several other familiar faces.
“Of course,” I whispered, recognizing that every individual at that table was a blogger from Fame and Dirty Laundry, a well-known celebrity news outlet in Bigg City.
“Yeah, just trying to have a quiet evening out with my girlfriend.” He nodded in my direction.
Quiet evening my ass.It didn’t take a genius to figure out that he knew they were going to be here tonight.
“Oh, I see,” the blogger said before looking over at me, then back at him. “Wait, so you two are still together?”
“That’s right,” he answered.
“Hmm...interesting. I thought maybe you and Nimah Watts were a thing now. You guys have been seen out and about quite a bit lately. Oh, and the other night?—”
“It’s just business. We’re colleagues.”
“Just business, huh?”
“That’s what I said.”
