“Where y’all going?”
“Touch your nose, Gillian,” he said lightly.
She said something to him, but I couldn’t hear because I was too busy looking at him. He’d slipped into something simple—a t-shirt, distressed jeans, and designer sneakers—but he looked gorgeous. I stared so long that he finally cleared his throat, and I felt the heat steal across my face. Instead of saying anything, I reached for my purse and walked to the door.
“Excuse me,” I murmured at Gillian who took her time moving out of the way.
I wondered how mad Mekhi would be if I knocked his mother the fuck out. I kept trying to balance showing her respect with standing up for myself, but that respect shit was about to go out the window. I was quiet as we walked down the stairs. Mekhi was looking at his phone again. He cursed suddenly as he typed back.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Wait right here,” he said, pointing toward a couch as he walked toward the door.
Ah, hell, nah!I was tired of him trying to keep me out of everything. I hung back for a minute, then tiptoed behind him, expecting to see Trell as Mekhi pulled open the door. I needed to give that nigga a piece of my mind and I wanted to see how Mekhi handled him. But instead of Trell’s tall form, the girl from the ballpark stood there, a frown on her pretty face.Great.
“Samaria, the fuck are you doing here?” he snapped.
“The question is not what I’m doing here. What isshedoing here?”
She pointed over his shoulder at me as I grilled her. Mekhi didn’t turn around.
“Farrah, I thought I told you to wait.”
I shrugged, even though he wasn’t looking. “I decided not to.”
“Answer my question, Mekhi!” Samaria demanded.
Yeah, Mekhi, answer her question, I thought. Because if I didn’t like his answer, I was liable to punch him in the back of his head.
“Mm-mm-mm. You need to get these hoes in line, son,” Gillian said.
I turned around and spotted her on the stairs, smirking at us.
“Who you calling a ho?” Samaria and I asked simultaneously.
“Well, if the shoe—” she stopped and looked at me. “Or the muumuu fits…”
Samaria giggled. Okay, that was it. I had taken steps toward her before I even realized it. Only Mekhi’s arms circling me and pulling me back stopped me.
“Gillian, get the hell out of here,” his voice boomed.
She looked shocked, but she scurried back up the stairs without a word. He leaned down and pressed his lips against my ear.
“And you. Take your hard-headed ass back in the living room?—”
“No.”
“No?”
I shook my head. “Hell, no.”
We might not have titles or whatever, but he wasn’t going to fuck me in his house then entertain this bitch downstairs a little while later. A girl had to draw the line somewhere.
“Why don’t you let her go so we can talk, Mekhi?” Samaria piped up.
He turned around to face her, still holding on to me. She’d stepped in and closed the door.
“I’on think we got shit to talk about, shorty,” he told her as he finally released me.
