“That was a horrible one, but I’m sure I don’t need to tell you. How do you want to do this?”
“I can pack the rest of my things in here, but can you go to the kitchen and get my cookware?”
“How will I know it’s yours?”
“If it looks like it’s worth anything, it’s mine.”
It sounded easy enough.
“If either of them comes in here talking shit, let me know,” I told her before heading to the kitchen with two boxes.
I moved quickly, gathering the high-end cookware into boxes and placing them by the door. When I went back to Malyah’s old bedroom, she’d gotten the rest of her clothing and miscellaneous items into boxes.
Her bed would take more time because it had to be taken apart before we could move it. We made a few trips to take the boxes to the moving truck. Next up were her dresser, chest, TV, and mattress.
“I’ll see what tools she has that we can use to take the bed apart,” Malyah said.
I waited in the bedroom, and seconds after she disappeared from my sight, I heard yelling.
“I don’t have to say excuse me, bitch. You in my shit.”
“Janie, cut the tough girl act because you know I will drag you up and down this hallway. All this attitude toward me is unnecessary anyway. You fucked my man, remember?”
“If he was your man, it wouldn’t have been so easy to give him the pussy.”
“Malyah, fuck this other shit. I’ll replace it all. Let’s go.”
“Yeah. Take your broke ass on. You?—”
Malyah’s fist hit Janie dead in the mouth. Janie’s head flew back as blood spilled from her face. She looked stunned when she put her hand up to her mouth.
“Bitch, you knocked my tooth out.” She cried before running to the bathroom.
“Baby, let’s go. You got everything you wanted.”
I took Malyah’s hand and guided her to the door. Cole was in the same spot we’d left him, and with my eyes, I dared him to get up. Thankfully, he got the message.
“I’m exhausted,” Malyah said as she fell back on the bed.
We were in her hotel room after hours of loading and unloading boxes. The process took longer than I’d expected because we stopped to pick up her car before heading back to Orland Park. She had some things in there she needed to unload and sort through before leaving the storage unit.
“Me too, and my stomach is growling. You mind if I order room service?”
She struggled to sit up, then looked at me sitting a few feet away on the sofa chair.
“You’re paying for all this. Why would I mind?”
“It’s been a long day. You may be ready for me to leave your presence.”
“Stay as long as you like. I’m hungry too.”
I grabbed the room service menu and took a few minutes to decide what I wanted before giving it to her. Once she decided, she told me her order, and I went to the menu on the TV and ordered everything.
“Do you mind if I shower while we wait?” she asked as she stood and stretched.
She’d already taken off the puffy vest, allowing me to get a better view of her body in the leggings and fitted T-shirt. When she lifted the shirt over her head and exposed her sports bra, my eyes zoomed in on her cleavage and then down to her flat stomach.
The skin on her torso looked just as soft and smooth as the skin on her face. I imagined myself burying my face in between her breasts and kissing my way down her stomach until my mouth met the apex of her thighs.
