Page 173 of Treason's Temptation
“I missed you all day. Then you come out here smelling good and looking better. Why are you teasing me like this?”
Her breath hitched, and my chest tightened. Then the office door shook after a sharp bang on the other side, my lips hovering over hers.
“Aye, where’s the rest of the Hennessy?” June yelled, beating on the door.
“Nigga get off the door!” I yelled, while she used the interruption to open the door.
“I have to go anyway!” She said, slithering around the door.
“Y’all were in here fuckin, huh?” June asked, turning his smile up a notch.
“Next time you need a favor. Don’t!”
June’s cock blocking ass dismissed my attitude, grabbing the glass bottle from the shelf, “Quit crying nigga. When she comes home drunk and horny, it’ll be worth it.”
“She can’t drink. She’s pregnant, and you might wanna slow up,” I fussed, following him back down the hallway to the living room. “You’re not staying here tonight.”
“Ward will take me home,” June volunteered.
“I’m not trynna hear Coco’s mouth bringing yo’ ass home drunk,” Ward replied, shaking his head.
“She just likes hearing herself talk. Nobody stuntin’ Coco.”
June constantly tested Coco like she hadn’t already slashed his tires, and his ass too. She might’ve taken his shit, but it never came easy. June finished the glass and then slid his hand in his pocket, ready to face a blunt.
“You’re not smoking that shit in here. Didn’t I just tell yo’ ass she’s pregnant?”
“It ain’t like I can just go outside and smoke,” June looked around wildly, like that excused him. “Weed is a plant anyway. It’s healthy.”
“I see why Coco stays on yo’ ass,” Ward shook his head. “Don’t light that shit in here, man. What’s wrong with you?”
June shrugged, pouring himself another drink while I tried to focus on the fight and let Blue have her girls’ night.
Chapter 27
Opening Fallon’s email, I was overwhelmed just looking at the lines on the screen. It was filled with dates and times for future events, bringing my slow morning to a close. Treason blocked my schedule, giving me time to rest and hang out with Rayven until now. Election night was around the corner, and we had a lot of damage to repair thanks to Winston Calloway. Now we were forced to film with Sloane while Treason’s ex-girlfriend was behind the camera.
“Hey, boo,” I answered Rylo’s call from the concierge desk.
“Yo’ mama down here. Treason told me not to let her up without an okay from you or him.”
“Send her up,” I sighed.
“You sure?” Rylo’s dramatic voice made me giggle. He hadn’t let up on Sloane since their initial run-in.
“Yeah, but she might be right back down if she starts trippin’.”
“Call me if you need back up!”
Hanging up, I peeled myself from the bed, still tired from partying last night. I wasn’t even sure how Rylo made it to work today, because Rayven was still half-dead. Tre had to stop by theoffice before we took her back to school. I peeked in, and sure enough, she was sprawled across the bed, her mouth wide open.
Walking down the hallway, Sloane set her purse on the couch.
“I came to say bye to Rayven.”
“She’s passed out and hungover.”
“Hmm,” Sloane tapped her foot, devising a plan before walking to the guest room and pushing the door open.
