Just like that, the soft and broken version of Jio disappeared and theBig Mad Made Manhad returned. The same nigga who had just cried into her stomach like he was terrified of himself, turned right around and questioned her like she was the one that belonged under interrogation. “Female,” she said dryly.
“What’s her name?”
“Danyelle.”
“You know her?”
“I just said I met her today.”
He nodded but his face remained unreadable. “Why you always got an attitude?”
She leaned against the counter. “You don’t have to inspect every person I come in contact with.”
“I do when you moving like you forgot people use you to get close to me.”
“Everybody is not thinking about you, Jio.” She rolled her eyes.
His eyes darkened. “You’d be surprised.”
Nina was already exhausted with the conversation.
He came into the kitchen.
“I’m serious,” he said. “You gotta be careful.”
“I was at an art gallery,” Nina said every word slowly, in hopes that it clicked in his head that he was being paranoid for no reason.
“To remind you, it wasn’t even a month ago that you were at a hospital visiting another nigga.”
Nina’s head snapped up. She should’ve known the truth would slip out eventually. The man was jealous and he just couldn’t help himself.
“So that’s what this is about?”
Jio’s jaw tightened. “I wasn’t going to bring it up.”
“But you did.”
“Because you keep acting like I’m crazy.”
“You are acting crazy!” she retorted.
His eyes flashed but Nina kept going because she was tired of swallowing everything just because his pain had finally walked into the room.
“I took him flowers, Jio. He got injured. It was a kind thing to do.”
“A kind thing,” he repeated flatly.
“Yes.”
“For a nigga who wants you.”
“That’s not my problem.”
“It became your problem when you entertained it,” he informed her.
“I didn’t entertain anything.” She was quick on her feet with the clap backs and it annoyed him.
Jio stepped closer. “Your ass shouldn’t have went in the first place.”
