Page 57 of Devanté
“What the fuck, Blake?”
“You can keep the sheets and shit. I prefer not to have purple fur all over my pillow.” I turned on my heel but Devin was up in a heartbeat, gripping my elbow, digging his bony fingers in.
“Wait, babe, let me explain.”
“Fuck your explanations, Devin, and stop calling me babe. We’re over.” I snatched away from him and stormed upstairs. He was hot on my tail. Shouting and begging for me to listen to whatever bullshit he had to say. He was out of bullshit rope with me. He had enough to hang himself and now it was time for him to shut the fuck up.
“Kenzie came over and…”
Slam.
Click.
I shut the bedroom door in his face and picked up my phone. I wanted to call Noa but it was her day off and she usually woke up so early to make sure everything was taken care of for me before I set foot in the office. I wanted her to rest. Instead of calling her, I sent a text. I knew her phone was on Do Not Disturb so she’d see it when she woke up.
Me: I should have listened to you about Devin. Everything is a shit storm. Call me when you wake up and have had lots of coffee.
I set the phone down on the bare mattress for a moment then I picked it up again and hovered my thumb over Devanté’s name. He used to be my go-to when I felt the world falling around my ears. When I had breakups in high school, I called him and he came over to listen to me cry and tell me that my ex was an asshole and I’d do better with someone who deserved me. Now, I wondered if he was talking about himself.
I tapped his name in my contact list and pressed the phone to my ear, ignoring Devin’s pitiful knocks on the other side of the door. I listened to the line trill a few times and wondered if he was too knocked out to answer.
“Blake, what’s up?” His voice was groggy.
“Um…hey. Did I wake you?”
“It’s cool. What’s up? You okay? Did you make it home safe?”
“Yeah, I did but…” A frustrated breath streamed from between my pursed lips.
“I’m on my way.”
“You don’t even know where I live, Devanté,” I chuckled, shaking my head.
“I’ll find out. I’ll be there in a little bit. You need me to bring you anything?”
More of that fantastic dick and tongue.
“No, but you don’t have to…”
“Bye, Blake.” He ended the call and a smile broke out on my face, spreading a little more with each passing second.
“Baby, open the door. Let’s talk this out. I want to change and apologize. I’m just…stressed and going through some things.”
“Devin, go back to the couch. That’s where you live now since you won’t get out of my house.” I said through the locked door. I folded my arms and leaned against it, waiting for his rebuttal.
“Let’s work this out.”
“No thanks. Go cry on Kenzie’s shoulder.”
“She doesn’t mean anything.” I laughed at that one because…seriously? I thought that line was strictly for TV drama. I guess I was wrong.
I walked away from the door and turned on the song that had been running through my head since the bullshit started with Devin.Stranger in My House. While I listened to Tamia’s beautifully clear voice, I put new sheets on my bed and pillowcases on my pillows.
I smoothed my hand over the fresh Egyptian cotton and tried to figure out where the hell I went wrong with Devin. Was I desperate for love and attention? Were a few laughs and compliments adequate requirements for moving into my heart and head? I had to do better.
By the time Tamia was done singing and my soul was done vibrating from her vocals, I heard the doorbell ring. My stomach took a pirouette to my knees, spinning wildly, turning my joints to mush.
Devanté was here already?
