“I-I—”
“You act as if you don’t know who I am… Or what I’m capable of.” We wouldn’t stand there and pretend like Katrelle was oblivious to what kind of circle I ran in. Even if she wasn’t privy to the underbelly of Dr. Bell & Associates, she knew damn well I wasn’t the nigga to fuck with.
“I’m sorry,” she uttered. “I just don’t want you going after her. What does that say about how you feel about me?”
Smiling, I responded, “That’s a good question.” I leaned in to whisper in her ear. “We’re done.” Leaving her there to pick her mouth and feelings up off the floor, I went after Bianca.
Without knocking, I burst into the bathroom to find Bianca inside the shower. Aggravated and concerned, I opened the glass door and grilled her.
“You took off and won’t answer ya phone. You cool?”
“Did you tell that bitch I can’t have kids?” she spat.
“The fuck you talkin’ about?”
“Answer me, Antonias Diamante Suarez.”
Shit.
Her delivery charged the atmosphere, causing the heavy clouds of heat to settle over me. All fucking night I’d stared her the fuck down. Just like I knew it would be, the wine-colored dress on her skin was immaculate. Hoping she’d return to Monico where she’d purchased the gown she wore on the night of her shooting, I went there to finesse the owner into showing Bianca the very dress she wore tonight. She had her hair up in an elegant top knot with not a single hair flying astray. Her makeup was perfect, her diamonds perfect, and the look on her face…perfect. Keeping eye contact was hard when she stood there naked as fuck. I’d seen her body so much, that I could track her fucking blood count.
“I like the way you say my name,” I said.
Bianca cut the water off and pushed me out of the way as she stepped out of the shower. Like she’d done a few times before, she stepped into the towel, and I wrapped her wet body up.
“Did you tell her?” she questioned. Frown lines rode along her forehead.
“No, and why the fuck would you think I did?”
“She’s your fiancée!” she shouted back.
I waved off her reply. “You yellin’ at me now?”
“Yes! Yo’ lil bitch decided to get in my face tonight. You pillow talkin’ to that ho about me?”
“Bee—”
“Of course, you are! She can give you everything you want, and I can’t give you shit!”
“Calm yo’ ass the fuck down!” I shouted back.
“No!” By now, she had tears in her eyes. “If that’s the type of bitch you want around you, then have her! Y’all can be miserable together!”
Deciding she needed a second to calm the fuck down, I turned to leave the bathroom. We both needed some air before we said some shit that we couldn’t take back.
“Are you running back to her?” she hissed.
“If I was, what’s it to you? Huh? I’m the last nigga you tryna lay wit’. Right?” I barked, startling her. Realizing I was getting out of control, I had to leave. My past was about to turn me into a nigga Bianca would surely hate for the rest of her life. With as much hate as I carried for people in my past, I never wanted Bianca to have that same hate for me.
“Exactly,” I mumbled, feeling the sting of rejection all over again. I knew this shit with Bianca was going to fuck my head up. A nigga deserved better. Chuckling to myself, I turned to leave.
“Wait,” she called after me.
My step slowed, and I turned back to Bianca, who followed me into her room. Her face was dewy from the shower and just as sexy as ever.
“You can’t be with her, Antonias,” she said.
“Who’s gon’ stop me?”
