Page 97 of Buy Back My Love

My phone buzzed in my hand.

You can stop cutting up. I see you.

I bit back a smile. This nigga.

I typed back.

I see you too with your little girlfriend.

His reply came quick.

She's not my girlfriend.

I stared at the message, trying to figure out what the hell she was then, and had just started typing when the front door opened. I looked up, and my whole mood died.

JB.

JB

Hannah had cooked salmon and asparagus, but neither one of us finished eating. JJ had been asleep for a couple hours, the house was finally quiet, and me and Hannah ended up in the bedroom.

She had that sweet vanilla stuff on she always wore, had the whole room smelling like her. Now she was down on her knees between my legs with her hair tied up in that messy bun she always wore when she was getting ready to put in work.

Hannah knew what she was doing when it came to giving head, probably how she got me that night at the casino in the first place. She put that Gobble Monster 3000 on me and had me nutting in about two minutes. I could still remember her laughing afterward.

“Oh, you think that’s funny?” I had asked, smacking her ass.

“I’m sure you just pent up, baby. I mean, with your girl gone and all.”

“Your ass the one finna be pent up. Turn around.”

She did, and one look at that ass had me ready all over again. We had been drinking that night. I wasn’t thinking about condoms, consequences, or none of that. I was thinking about what was right in front of me.

Me and Hannah had never crossed that line before Lee went away. I’d had other women on the side, but Hannah wasn’t one of them. Then we had that night at the casino, she ended up pregnant, and three years later, here we were.

“Damn, baby.”

Hannah came up for air and looked at me before slowing down some. She already knew if she kept going like that, I wasn’t lasting long.

My phone dinged on the nightstand. I had been checking the damn thing more than I wanted to admit since the pumpkin patch, waiting on Lee to call, text, anything. I hadn’t been back by our place since I went to her mama’s that night. I was trying to give her some space and let her cool off instead of making shit worse. Figured after a few days, she’d be ready to talk to me.

I ignored the notification and tried to put my attention back where it was supposed to be. Then it dinged again. I sucked my teeth, grabbed it, and looked at the screen.

Anika is live now.

Normally I would’ve cleared the notification and kept doing what I was doing, but after everything that happened, I opened it.

Music blasted through my phone, and Anika was somewhere in the background yelling, “Ayeee!” like a damn fool. The red neon sign behind them read The Daiquiri Trap.

Then the camera moved to Lee. She had a drink in her hand, dancing and laughing while Anika recorded her, looking like she ain’t have a care in the world.

I sat up a little straighter, watching her carry on like everything was good. Like she ain’t just found out about Hannah, JJ, and the baby, or been crying her eyes out at her mama house a few nights ago.

“JB?”

Hannah pulled back and looked up at me. “What’s wrong?”

I didn’t answer. I backed out of the Live and went straight to Lee’s page. The first thing I saw was a picture she had just posted.