Page 22 of Always Been You
He disconnected before I could tell him not to worry about calling back.
I walked down my hall thinking I was going to get snug in my bed. I didn’t make it down the hall before there was a knock on the door. I knew exactly who it was. I’d put Jay’s ass on the block list. He couldn’t call my phone, so I guess he thought he was going to pop up like always. I was perfectly content with ignoring his ass. That was until I heard him outside the door, leaning on his horn like he’d lost his damn mind. He honkedrepeatedly, like it wasn’t the middle of the night, and it wasn’t completely tasteless to honk at a woman in the first place.
He knew how I felt about drama around my place. This muthafucka was such a narcissist. I don’t understand why I hadn’t seen it earlier. I swung the door open and stomped to his car. He sported a wide grin, but I didn’t find shit funny.
“You need to get the hell out of here before I call the police.”
His response was a chuckle while he exited his vehicle. He started walking toward my door. I stepped in front of him and pushed him in the chest, which had little to no effect.
“What the hell are you doing, Jay? What part of it's over don’t you understand?”
“Stop fucking playing, Dyami. I know you miss me. I ain’t worried about that blocking shit. You thought I wasn’t gone pull up on my pussy?” He cupped my ass, and I swatted his hand away. He had the nerve to look offended.
“You said something last time, and I decided you were right. It was my decision to end the relationship. Now it’s my decision to end whatever sexual fling we had.” There, I said it. I put my foot down.
That familiar scent hit my nostrils as he stepped in close. He forced a kiss against my lips, and when I pushed him in the chest, he wouldn’t budge. For the first time since I’d been around him, I became afraid. I shouldn’t have opened the door, but this was Jay. Yes, we had broken up, but we were together for years. Would he force himself on me? My mind was turning a million miles a minute.
My phone rang and we broke apart.
“Who the fuck is calling you this late?” He mugged. He tried to reach for me, and I slipped out of his grasp and closed the door.
I rested against the door in disbelief. I couldn’t believe Jay would take it there with me after all these years. I’d held him to a standard higher than his moral character, and it was disgusting to realize I’d spent so much time with a man like that. I felt a bang against my door like he had kicked it. He then began to rant loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
“You got some other nigga fucking you now! So that’s what it is? I ain’t fucking letting you go, baby. You think this shit over, you just don’t know how petty I can fucking get! Open this fucking door, Dyami!” Another bang against the door caused it to rattle, as if he was about to knock it off its hinges.
Then nothing. I took a few measured breaths and pushed up from the door, hearing a FaceTime call again. That was enough for me for the night until Marcos sent a text through.
I know it’s late, but I don’t think you fell asleep that fast. Everything good?
I would tell him goodnight and get off the phone. That was crazy, and a sleepless night lay ahead. I’m sure I wouldn’t have a great conversation after that.
I propped my phone up, hit the call button to return the call, and I saw lights reflecting from my window from outside. My heart dropped. I ran to my window and looked out the blinds.
“I thought yo pretty ass was trying to play possum on me,” Marcos said.
Realizing the call connected, I turned back quickly, trying to play it cool.
“I’m sorry. I just had you watching me.”
“Don’t worry. I love to watch.” His voice dropped to that sexy octave, and he licked his full lips. A tingle crept up my spine and extinguished the nerves I just felt.
“No, I was just in the shower when you called,” I replied and cringed inwardly, realizing he hadn’t even asked me a damn question. Yep, I needed to lie my ass down and call it a night.
“You sure you good?” He asked seriously.
“I’m fine.” I pressed a fake smile.
“You can lie to me when I’m not in yo face. Just know it ain’t shit I won’t move to make sure you good. Whatever, whoever, however.”
“Marcos, the problem solver.” I attempted to tease. I smiled, and he kept his expression neutral. He knew something was bothering me.
“When I say I got you, that’s what I mean. Carry yo pretty ass to sleep and we’ll talk when you wake up.”
“Oh, how was MJ?” I added quickly.
“He was good. I had to run his treatment, but he went back down easily after that.”
“Good. I’ll call you tomorrow.” I smiled.
