Page 52 of Perfect Rhythm
In seconds, I was directed to the FDL website, where the latest clickbait bomb was front and center:From Whisper to Reality: Shade and Nyx Spotted Out Together, Again.
“What the fuck?” I whispered before hitting play on the video.
Waves of heat surged through me as I took in the bullshit that was playing out in front of me.
Why the fuck is this nigga holding Nyx’s hand?
“Mmhmm,” Nimah said with a smirk. “Good for her. I’m glad to see that she’s not as clueless as I thought. Karma is a bitch isn’t it?”
“Fuck you!” I stormed off.
I called Nyx as soon as I got in my car.
One ring. Straight to voicemail.
I froze, disbelief washing over me.I know damn well her phone isn’t turned off.
“What’s the matter, baby?” Nimah yelled. She’d made her way to the porch, amusement on her face. “You probably can’t get her on the phone right now. Shade’s fine ass is probably somewhere fucking the shit out of her.”
Fuming, I jumped out of the car and raced toward her.
But she was too quick. Before I made it to the stairs, she was back in the house and at her window.
“Don’t you dare try to take your anger out on me because you’re getting a dose of your own medicine.”
“I’m not getting shit. I’m sure there’s a perfectly good explanation for all of this. It’s probably for a music video or something.”
“Yeah, okay. Tell yourself whatever you need to make you feel better.”
“Fuck you!”
I spun back around. I could feel my heart thumping against my chest. My anger had turned into fear.
The shit Nimah was saying couldn’t be true. Nyx would never cheat on me. She just wouldn’t.
Once I was back in my car, I attempted to call Nyx again. But still, it went straight to voicemail.
“Fuck!” I slammed my hand against the steering wheel, my fear quickly turning into rage. “She better not be with that nigga for real. I swear I’m going to fuck her up.”
A text came through on my phone.
Nimah: Still no luck, huh?
I looked back toward the house, and she was back on the porch. Smiling, she lowered her hands in front of her pelvic area and positioned them like she was grabbing someone’s waist from behind.
“What the hell is she doing?” I whispered.
“I bet he’s giving it to her in the ass right now,” she said before thrusting back and forth. She let out a loud moan, then followed it with several screams while calling out Shade’s name.
Wow, this bitch is really fucking crazy.
Over it, I sped out of the driveway and onto the street.
The ridiculous sounds didn’t leave my mind. The thought of Nyx screaming another nigga’s name had me ready to break all kinds of shit. But I had to stay composed. The last thing I needed was to end up in an accident.
I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel. “Think, Eli, think.”
I needed to talk to Nyx before I made it to her crib. I didn’t want to show up throwing out accusations when there could be a perfectly good explanation.
