Page 37 of Not A Homie, Lover Or Friend
My head fell back against the wall. “Ah! Yes,” I moaned.
Up, then down.
“Say it,” he grumbled.
Up, then down.
The emotions he was sending through my body, I couldn’t describe. Yes, this was sex, but it felt like more. It felt like we were creating a bond.
He sucked on my neck hard, “Say it, baby,” he muttered in my neck.
Up, then down.
“I’m yours, Fua. I’m yours!” I shouted.
Up, then down.
Monfua rocked my pussy so good. He rocked it so well that by the time we were done, I felt sore. I was happy that I had chosen to stay. Although I wasn’t sure Kirk would stay away, it was worth the risk. I wanted Fua to know I was choosing him.
It had been a whole week since Myles and I said anything to each other. Every time he tried to utter a word, I found a way to ignore him or found a way around talking to him. Now here I was sitting on the bed trying to decide if I was going to show up to a surprise party that I had planned for him.
It was his birthday, and I knew the last thing he wanted was for his day to be ruined. Lakia told me that his mother ruined every birthday party he’d had in the past, and I didn’t want to cause a fucked-up birthday this year. I stood from the bed to get myself ready when he came into the room. When he saw me, he paused, but I mustered up a smile. “Happy Birthday.”
His lips curled into a grin, “Thank you. Look, I know you’re not fucking with me right now, and I’ve been trying to give you the space you need, but we need to talk.”
I nodded. “I know, but we can do that tomorrow. You enjoy your night,” I told him. “Where are the guys taking you? Chevy told me he had something planned.”
He shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know. I’d rather be laid up with you. It’s my fucking birthday; don’t I get to choose what I want to do?”
The word choose.I hated it. “I think you should go have fun.”
He stared at me, almost pleading in silence for me to accept his invitation. Did I want to give in? Yes, but I also put a lot of work into putting a party together for him. He finally pulled his eyes away and nodded. He grabbed his gold off the dresser, putting it on as he eyed me in the mirror. I surveyed him.Fresh retwist, dark denim distress jeans, designer belt, designer shoes, a black crewneck, gold chain, gold watch, and earrings.I couldn’t lie; he looked good. He sprayed himself before heading for the door. “I love Harvey, I do,” he said as he left.
“I love you too,” I mumbled, but I knew he couldn’t hear me.
Chevy texted me and said they were twenty minutes away. Zaria, Yana, Sasha, Navi, and I had just finished decorating the club as people started to arrive. Bishop, Pierre, Bleek, Tuesday, Synai, and another guy who looked like Bishop all came through. After another ten minutes, Diamond, Preach, Zu, Mali, Peanut, Streets, and Beans came in together. I didn’t see Monfua, but I knew it was because of the beef he and Myles had, and I didn’t blame him. Although we wouldn’t have minded, I understood all too well what it's like to be in a place where you feel uncomfortable.
The DJ had the music booming while everyone mingled. I glanced around at everyone who had come to celebrate with Myles for his birthday. There were dancers on the stage while drinks were being poured. My eyes landed on the door when I spotted someone whom I hadn’t invited to the party. Sasha pushed me out of the way as she ran into his arms, giving him a tight hug. Glock had shown up. For a second, I thought it was Myles, but it wasn’t.
Sasha pulled at his hand, smiling from ear to ear as she walked my way, “Harvey, is it ok if—”
I smiled. “Of course. Thank you for coming. How did you know we were having a party for him?”
He looked around, “Denna.”
I looked at Sasha, and she shrugged. “I mean, I would have done it, but I wanted no parts. However, I’m happy you’re here,” she said to him.
Glock reached for my hand. “No smoke, I promise.”
I pulled out my phone to text Chevy; he hadn't yet responded to let me know how close they were. Maybe Myles convinced him to take him home. I glanced back at the door again when Dio and Samara walked in, and behind them were Flex, Lakia, and Denna.“Shit!”
Now I knew this party was about to be a complete fucking disaster. I hoped like hell that Lakia and Denna were on their best behavior, otherwise Myles was going to nut the fuck up.
FOE
“Nah, nigga take me back home. I’d rather be with Harvey than go to some corny ass dinner with you niggas.”
Chev continued to drive, ignoring me. “Earth to grandpa. I said, turn this bitch around and take me back home.”
