“I don’t want to talk about this, okay! It is what it is at this point! You know what you feel for me, Rose. You know that shit. Either you want this, or you don’t.”
“Since when did we start having conversations about what we are to each other, Minx?” He asked, brows knitting together above his troubled eyes.
“Since you kissed me like no other nigga ever has in my entire life and then walked away like it was nothing. You don’t do that type of shit! And now you’re back and playing in my face with this bitch, Nadia!”
“You got a whole nigga out here.” Rose took a step back and shook his head.
“You right, I do. I had to find somebody to fill those nights. Someone who wanted to be with me and didn’t care whatanybody thought. Someone to fuck me until the sun comes up,” she revealed, pushing all Rose’s buttons.
She caught the flicker of anger there now when he glared at her.
“I don’t need to hear about you fucking this nigga, Minx. For real.”
“I said all that shit, Rose, and that’s all the fuck you heard! So is that all I am to you? A fuck!” She continued to spaz.
All the shit she’d been holding in for the past year caved. She either had to get it out, or it was going to suffocate her. Now that Rose was back, it all bubbled back to the surface. He shot daggers through her, haunting her with an empty stare. Rose restrained everything in him to keep from snapping back at her. He couldn’t believe she would even ask that shit, and that offended him.
“I’ma pretend like I didn’t even hear you say that shit.” He flicked the tip of his nose and inhaled.
“Why?” Minx got in his space, and she knew how he felt about that shit. “Is it because it’s the truth?”
Rose gave that shit right back, drawing closer, and glowering at her. Chest heaving, she knew she had him turned up and now her heart raced. Grabbing her throat, not rough, but with enough force to let her know he was serious, Rose pulled her to him. His hard torso pressed into hers, and she held her breath while his eyes bounced around hers, searching.
“You can question whatever the fuck you want about me, Minx. But don’t you ever act like I don’t give a fuck about you. I would give my own fucking life if it meant you were straight, and you know my word is bond,” he growled, melting her in his embrace.
Grabbing his shirt, she threw herself toward him. Her lips found his instantly, and Rose didn’t fight it. A deep frown etched into his face when he gave in and kissed her back. When theirtongues swept over each other in passion, Minx m owned into his mouth. Rose’s hands palmed her ass, jerking her into him with hunger. His dick didn’t waste any time stiffening between her thighs. The longer he kissed her, the nastier it got. Rose lifted Minx off the ground and onto the counter in the kitchen, knocking over a bowl and making it clatter to the floor. Doing his best to pull away, Rose grabbed both of Minx’s hands from his face and inched away from her. A skeptical frown flitted over her face as she caught her breath.
“We can’t do this shit, Minx.” He was doing his best to talk himself out of the best thing that ever happened to him.
Shit was too good to be true, so he had to get away from her. Good shit didn’t happen to him. If it did, he had to question it or it was yanked from him.
“This why I left to begin with. Shit getting too heavy, ma. You! You know what the fuck you do to a nigga!” He grabbed her and jerked her close, alarming Minx. “I can’t do this shit with you. You a nigga’s weakness. It don’t matter the weather, ma. You live in me somehow, someway.” His stare weakened on her as she shrank in his arms. “No matter where I am or what I do, it’s always you, Minx. I know a nigga gotta make it back to you. Max sent me to Miami because he knew that I could get the job done. He trusted me, and I was effective. It was a good distraction. Bitches were everywhere, but all I could think about was what you were doing. Who you were with. If you were laughing or fucking happy. When you happy, Minx, that shit pours out of you onto everybody around you. You contagious, shorty.”
“How can you be with me like this and walk away, Rose? Have you ever felt like this?” Minx dared him.
“Nah, and I probably never will again.”
The microwave beeped. She hopped off the counter. She didn’t know what else to even say after that. She grabbed theTwix and other junk food she set out for her and Brenyn and left Rose alone. Her mind, heart, and body were all on a collision course right now. The impact was sure to be treacherous if she succumbed to her injuries from it. Minx was taught to be strong, always, and it was all that she knew how to be. She’d be damned if she let a motherfucker see her sweat. Rose didn’t go after her, and that took all the strength that he had to do so.
Minx and Brenyn vibed out in the guest bedroom together. For the first time, B acted like a teenage girl. She had that innocent, naivety back, and Minx couldn’t help but smile while watching her laugh at Hakeem onMoesha. The throwbacks brought Minx back to a familiar, nostalgic time too. Soon, Brenyn passed out, and Minx decided to go grab a blunt so she could smoke before retiring to bed herself. She ran into her mother in the hallway coming from Mille’s bedroom.
“Is he asleep?” Minx asked.
“Yep. Rose just left,” Mila stated, watching her daughter tense up at the mention.
She knew Minx in and out, even as a grown woman, so she knew that something was wrong.
“What about Brenyn? She sleeping?”
“Yeah. She finally passed out. I was just going to smoke, try to clear my head,” Minx responded.
“Come on. I got some of that good-good.” Mila threw her arm over both of Minx’s shoulders and led her to her and Max’s bedroom. “Talk to me, Minx. What’s wrong?” Mila asked once they were inside.
Pulling out her bedside table drawer, she removed her container where she kept her stash and all her “weed tools” as she called them. It was mostly different pipes she collected over the years and those new tips she could attach a blunt or joint to so she didn’t burn her nails. Minx plopped down into the bed and tossed herself across it.
“Ma, I came for a smoke session, not a therapy session.” She propped her head into one hand and played with the lining to the comforter on the king-sized mattress.
“Girl, they one in the same.” Mila lit a pre-rolled joint and took a deep pull.
