“How do you know you want something serious with me already?”
He took a hit of the blunt and passed it back to me.
“To be honest, I feel like you held a clown ass nigga down. I want to show you what it’s like for a real nigga to hold you up.”
That nigga had me speechless for a second.
“Show me,” I responded quick.
And he nodded. “I got you.”
Chapter 22
Love Don’t Play
Islah was starting to let a nigga in more and more, and I was taking advantage of it. I love seeing her smile, loved feeling her skin against mine.
She was the one for me, and I was gonna show her that tenfold.
I paid her to play hooky from work, and she came to the jewelry store with me. I was going over some inventory before they opened.
I watched her out of the side of my eye, her finger traced the counter, and she stopped at the necklaces, the rings, the anklets.
“How many of these have you designed?”
“About 85 percent through the whole store.”
She nodded. I stood up from my desk and walked over to her. “Do you see something that you like?”
She nodded, but didn’t respond.
“Point it out, girl,” I said, smiling at how shy she was trying to be.
Islah walked over to the bracelets and picked a gold diamond bracelet.
I pulled it out, reached for her wrist, and placed it there.
“Love…” she said.
I stopped her.
“My girl gets what she wants.”
“You’re claiming me already?” she asked as she leaned over the counter.
“Can I do that?”
Before Islah could respond, the door opened. I thought it was Keith, but it was somebody I damn sure didn’t want to see.
Jada.
She walked in slow with a smirk on her face, staring at Islah and me holding hands.
“Who the fuck is this?” she asked.
“Don’t worry about that. What the fuck do you want?” I asked her.
She stared Islah down.
