“I hate to tell you, cuz, but it looks like you got a crazy nigga on your hands. If you ain’t gon’ be with him, he gon’ make it hard for you to be with anybody else.”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Quincy was right. Seven wasnotgoing to let me live my life. I felt like even if I gave him an explanation of why we couldn’t be together and a full breakdown of what I needed from a partner, he would still give me a hard time. That nigga was gon’ make me file charges on his ass.
“I’m going to have to stop working for the family business. I have a damn contract with them.”
“You only provide graphics though, right?”
“Yeah, and I manage their website.”
“Okay. Don’t miss your bag. You ain’t gotta see them in person for none of that shit.”
“You right. Well, I’m gonna go take a shower, then call it a night. I’m tired.”
“A’ight. I’m gonna do the same. Good night.”
“Good night.”
Before I could get down the hallway, there was a banging on my door.Fucking Seven Storm Henderson Junior.There was no one else who would be banging on my door like they were the fucking police. I spun around and stomped to the door.
“I guess you gon’ have to let him know,” Quincy said, then chuckled. “You need me to stay in here?”
“No. This fool is harmless . . . when it comes to women, anyway.”
He chuckled again and went to the guest bathroom. I checked the peephole and saw his fine ass standing there with his tatts on full display. He had on a black, graphic T-shirt with the sleeves cut off, a baseball cap that readHenderson Ranch and Farmson it, black jeans, and white Forces. I slowly shook my head and unlocked the door. He wore a deep frown. When he looked into my eyes, it eased some.
“What are you doing here, Seven?”
“I need to talk to you. Who is that nigga that was in the car? It just ain’t in your personality to have another nigga that you seeing at my family’s shit.”
My heart quickened slightly. He knew I wasn’t about foolishness like that. Now that he’d had time to cool off and think about it, he knew that couldn’t be right. I huffed and said, “Quincy. He’s my cousin, Seven. I picked him up from the airport and stopped by on my way to Beaumont.”
He slid his hand down his face then stared at me. After licking his lips, he nodded. “Can we talk?”
“Not tonight. I’m tired.”
“But I’m already here.”
“Uninvited.”
He grabbed me by the neck and kissed the hell out of me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, but I was able to pull away from him. I took a deep breath and wiped my mouth. His thick lips were something to behold. He got those soup coolers from his father.
“Iesha, come on. Please?”
I closed my eyes for a moment. This was how he always talked me into letting him back into my life before he fucked up again. I was so fucking indecisive with him. I was like that damn 702 song. I didn’t want him to go, but I didn’t want hisass to stay. We really needed to get it together before something unfortunate happened. I could see myself snapping on his ass eventually. He didn’t know how to control what fell out of his mouth.
“Not tonight, Seven. I have to go to the office Monday. Are you available to talk then?”
“Where are we gonna talk that’s private though? You know the Hendersons nosy as fuck. I’m one of ’em.”
I huffed and stepped aside. He walked through the door as I slowly shook my head. “We aren’t alone here either. My cousin is staying here with me for the week.”
“Where’s he from?”
“New York.”
“That’s cool. You know I miss you. I apologize for losing my cool with your brother. I just be wanting you to myself.”
I glanced at him. “Seven, you just want what’s in my panties.”
