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Kairo's eyes narrowed, and it felt like the room was darker just from the weight of the eye contact between us. That hatred in his eyes was not quiet, and I could feel the heat like I was standing next to a campfire. He hates me now, just as much as I hate him, but his ass is too possessive and too dependent on me to let me go.
That's why he's kept me cornered all these years, but I refuse to be blinded to the fake love anymore. I have my eyes set on my future, and he will soon understand that a vision of him is nowhere in sight.
Chapter 2
Hov
I turned over on the couch, grabbing the sore spot on my back from sleeping in a position I hadn't slept in since I was a teenager staying at Crew's house. I wanted to stay with Ciara last night, but her pretty ass was way too drunk for me to be around. Her and I are too fresh for me to be in her presence when she's out of her mind like that. I know how women think, and if anything, she would've probably been embarrassed had I stayed around watching her throw up her fuckin guts.
In a couple of years, in that same situation, I would put her in a shower, scrub her body clean, and tuck her in our bed with a trash can and a cup of water next to her. Of course I would be on the other side.
When around Ciara, I got that fresh feeling that I would compare to the way you feel being on the beach. I felt at peace, calm, and free. All the aspects a person feels on vacation.
Shit, I will never have to leave New York as long as she is around. Unless she wanted too and then we can go around the world.
When I heard the bathroom door shut down the hall and the sound of slippers dragging on the floor, that peace I felt while thinking about Ciara went away. Cashmier came around thecorner and instantly crossed her arms, staring at me from across the room.
"Good morning, Jehovah."
"Morning." I cleared my throat while no longer looking her way.
"Why did you sleep on the couch last night?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
"I don't know, I thought it was best I sleep here because I got in so late. Didn't want to disturb you. I know you need your rest for the baby."
"That's true."
She sighed.
"Do you want breakfast? I can make us something to eat so we don't have to call Bam over here."
I couldn't help but bust out laughing in her face because that shit didn't even sound right coming from her lips.
"You say do what now?"
"What's so funny, Hov?"
"Just the thought of you in the kitchen trying to cook something."
"Well, do you want to eat or not?"
She obviously took offense to the laughter still escaping my mouth.
"Nah, that's alright, I'll probably eat a little later. I'm not hungry right now."
I stood up from the couch, stretching and adjusting my boxers so my dick could hang as it needed too. Cashmier just stood there with her arms folded with a pissed off expression onher face. I saw this look a lot. Anytime some shit didn't go her way she was pouting like a kid.
"Whatever, Hov. I tried."
"And I appreciate it, but I'm about to go and take a shower. Then after that, I'm running over to my grandma's house to handle some shit."
"What am I supposed to do today? The same thing I've been doing for the past few days. Why do I feel like I'm in prison because I was kidnapped? Shit, prison is even fun from what I hear."
"Just make yourself busy, Cashmier, that's all you have to do."
"What am I supposed to do in this small ass condo with no amenities in the building?"
