Alexia answered damn near instantly.
“What?” she snapped.
I frowned. “Damn, bitch. Who the fuck pissed you off?”
“That weak-ass nigga Marvin,” she hissed. “I’m in a hotel right now because he wanna keep bringing up Sianni.”
“What the fuck he bringing her up for?” I asked, my brows pulling together.
That whole shit threw me off because… what?
Was this nigga fucking her too?
“He said I been acting different toward her.” Alexia sighed on the other end. “But it’s whatever. Now I ain’t got nowhere to stay, and I’m stuck in a hotel.”
I leaned back against the couch, my fingers tapping against my leg while I tried to piece this shit together.
“So, all this behind Sianni?” I asked. “Your ex-best friend?”
That shit sounded wild as hell to me.
“It’s more to it than that,” she muttered, her voice cracking slightly. “I just… I don’t wanna talk about it right now.”
I could tell she was trying not to cry.
“Bet,” I replied after a second. “You wanna come out here and stay with me?”
“Nawl,” she said quickly. “I don’t wanna interrupt whatever you and your man got going on.”
That pulled a laugh outta me.
“Bitch,” I scoffed. “Ain’t shit going on with me and that nigga.”
My jaw tightened instantly at the thought of him.
“I just found some shit in his clothes, and I’m done with his ass,” I muttered, shaking my head. “Matter fact, I been done… but this time? Yeah, this shit official.”
I sat up straighter, dragging my tongue across my teeth before smirking to myself.
“It’s time for me to get my man and stop playing.”
“Aight,” Alexia replied softly. “Then, yeah… I’ll come out there.”
“Bet. I’m finna book your flight now, then I’ll text you the details.”
“Okay.”
Soon as we got off the phone, I grabbed my laptop and started looking up flights. It didn’t take long before I found one leaving tomorrow afternoon. I booked it, then sent her all the information.
A couple of seconds later, my phone buzzed.
ALEXIA: Alright.
I texted back quickly, letting her know I’d be there to pick her up the second she touched down.
I set my phone on the marble counter and stared around the quiet-ass house. Samuel still hadn’t answered me. Three calls. Two texts. Nothing.
That nigga was probably laid up with another bitch right now, not giving a damn about me.
