Page 8 of Verse Two
Immediately, I sensed that the girl recognized my name.
“Friend?Mentioned? Girl, that nigga was all you talked about when I met you, and he damn shole wasn’t just a friend. Is that who you’re shacked up with right now? Fast ass!”
I was careful not to laugh because I already saw the red creeping back into Dy’s cheeks. Her girl had just put her on blast, but it was all good. She was all I could talk about after she left, too.
Mumbling, Dylan said, “I swear I can’t stand you.” She then turned the phone just enough so that both of us were in view. Wilder gasped then started screaming.
“Oh my God! It’s you in the flesh. What are the odds?”
I smirked and nodded. “Wassup, Wilder? I’m Brixton.”
“Oh, I know. Listen here. I know y’all got a past, so she trusts you and everything, but I’on know you. I don’t play about my best friend, Mister Brick, so you make sure you take good care of her, aight?”
I chuckled and nodded. “I got you.”
“And you, little miss fast tail. Call me first thing in the morning because I need the rundown on how all this happened.If the storm has calmed down by tomorrow, I’ma come over there and see you. Love you, bye.”
Dy rolled her eyes but smiled. “Love you, bye.”
They hung up, and Dy sighed loudly. “Oh my God, I’m sorry about her. She was exaggerating.”
“Is that right?” I doubted that, but if Dy wanted to act like she didn’t miss a nigga after she moved, I’d let her live in her delusion a little longer.
My eyes penetrated hers until her gaze fell. I noticed her chest rising and falling heavier than it had been, and she tugged on her bottom lip with her teeth.
“Yes. Well, . . .I mean,of course, I talked about you and stuff, but it wasn’t that serious. Eventually, I accepted that we were just kids, and my puppy love obsession with you was a childish phase. It wasn’t that serious.”
I chuckled and shook my head. I wasn’t feeling the way Dylan kept trying to downplay our connection. Because I didn’t think it was the right time to call her out on her bullshit, I remained silent. I put my eyes back on the television as I resumed eating, and after a few seconds of staring at me, she did the same. Neither of us spoke again while we finished our dinner. I wasn’t sure what was on her mind, but I was thinking about the fact that God had placed my wife back in my life this evening and how she was sitting here playing with our future.
After a while, she stood and left the room. I heard glass clinking in the other room and assumed she was rummaging through the mini bar. That was confirmed when she reentered the room with two medium-sized liquor bottles—one tequila and the other cognac—and two glasses.
My eyes followed her as she set everything she gathered on the coffee table in front of us and reclaimed her spot beside me.
“So, we’re here for two days. Wanna make bad decisions with me?” she asked, smiling. Damn she looked good as hell. Her beauty softened me instantly.
“What you mean?” I asked.
She shrugged. “We could play a game.”
“Spades? Do you still cheat?”
She kissed her teeth, but her smile remained intact.
“Inevercheated, but I wasn’t thinking cards.”
“I’m on whatever you’re on, Doll. I’m cool just lookin’ at your pretty face for the rest of the night.”
Just as her smile resurfaced, she covered her face. I removed her hands promptly.
“I done told you ’bout that, girl.”
“Right,” she said, her eyes lowering as her smile stretched a little more. “Sorry. I was thinking ‘Truth or Drink,’” she said softly.
I chuckled. “Bold of you to assume you want my truths, Doll.”
Her lips parted slightly before she licked her bottom lip.
“I think I can handle ’em.”
