Page 26 of Her Pisces Allure
“Fuck! I didn’t know all that,” Roman mumbles.
“That’s because you were too busy fucking another one of Fayth’s friends to be concerned about how broken that nigga made her.”
What I won’t share is that after the first incident, I placed myself in a position to be Fayth’s sounding board and safety net. Taking care of Fayth’s heart has always been on my agenda. Roman didn’t know that every week, Fayth would call me so I could talk her out of the depression she was suffering from insilence. I’ll never forget the first time Fayth’s tears caused my chest to ache, and I made a pledge that in my presence, Fayth would only experience peace and joy.
“Why doesn’t he see that I just need him to love me?” Fayth cries.
My chest aches, and my jaw clenches as the urge to find Scott and kick his ass invades my mind.
“Where’s Roman?”
“I don’t know.”
“Hm. Alright. How about I come to get you and take you somewhere to get your mind off things?”
“Ooh. How about the record store? That way, I can add another jazz album to my collection.”
“Say less. I’m on my way.”
“Thank you, Quintyn. I appreciate you.”
“No worries, Lay. Bringing a smile to your face is my greatest reward.”
“Look, bro. I might have overreacted, but I’m willing to let you and Fayth do your thing, but please hold off on kissing and shit in my presence. The agreement doesn’t negate the time I’ll need to adjust,” Roman says, cutting into my thoughts.
“Say less.”
Now that this conversation is over, it’s time for me to get my woman back. I miss the fuck out of her beautiful ass.
Mr. Lays Pipe:
I hope you enjoy my attempt at waving the white flag.
Quintyn’srandom text has my brows pinching together and my pulse racing because I have no clue what he’s talking about. Loneliness has been suffocating for a woman who thrives on being alone.
Me:
*side eye emoji* ??
Seeing Quintyn’s read receipt has me on the verge of crashing out when my doorbell goes off, causing me to freeze. I flinch when the doorbell sounds again, forcing me to move toward the front door. Unconsciously, I look at my attire before looking over my shoulder and continuing to the front entrance. Upon arriving, I whisper a silent prayer because the possibility of Quintyn being on my doorstep after weeks of no contact has me jittery. Sweat beads form on my forehead, and my body temperature elevates, making me feel moist under my arms. When the doorbell sounds a third time, I slowly unlock the locks and open the door. Only Quintyn isn’t the person standing on my porch.
“Rome?”
“I’ve missed you, Sunshine.”
Falling into Roman’s open arms, I sob escapes my mouth when he wraps me in a tight embrace, rocking me from side to side. I have been in a perpetual state of torture, not being able to talk to my big brother.
“Let’s take this inside before your neighbors think I’m hurting your crybaby ass.”
Disconnecting my arms from Rome, I reenter my house with him following me. My chest feels like it’s gonna explode, my mind is reeling, and water from my eyes is blurring my vision, making me grateful for knowing my way to the living room. Feeling Rome’s presence behind me, a rejuvenation of adrenaline surges through my body. Entering the living room, I move toward my couch and take a seat, smiling wide when Rome sits beside me.
“After talking to your man—Damn, that shit is weird to say out loud.” Rome shakes his head as I fight not to react to his acknowledgment of my relationship with Quintyn. “Anyway. We talked, which allowed me to see that I had no right to control you. I’ve been fucked up thinking about acting even the slightestbit like Scott. My request wasn’t just unfair to my friends; given this situation, it was unfair to you. Nothing before this has caused a hiccup in our relationship, and uh—I?—”
“You aren’t the only one to blame. I should have told you. The truth is I have been in love with Quintyn for years. I just hid it so you didn’t find out, but I only regret how you found out about us. Quintyn is it for me, Rome. I’m sorry if that’s not what you want to hear.”
“This shit is wild. My best friend and little sister… I didn’t see this coming.” A low yet strained chuckle leaves Rome’s mouth as he rubs his eyes.
God, I hope he isn’t having a visual of me and Quintyn having sex because I can promise him it’s not the disgusting act he believes it to be. My mind momentarily gets distracted with images of Quintyn’s head between my legs and my juices saturating his chin and beard.
