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“Shae, you sleep?” my grandmother asked and walked into the bedroom that I was sleeping in.
I’d just dozed off maybe two minutes ago. Looking at the clock on the wall, I saw that it was a little bit af
ter eight at night. I was sleeping over my grandmother’s house because after leaving the support group, I was pretty much a complete mess. She didn’t trust me to go home by myself, so she pretty much insisted that I come home with her. Ever since Mahogany had come to my rescue a few months ago after I’d taken the pills and fell asleep in the tub, I swear everybody had been treating me like I needed to be in a straight jacket.
Yes, I was hurt; at times, my body felt like I’d been run over by a truck because the pain that I felt seemed to take up every inch of my body, but I had no plans to harm myself. Right now, I was in Vonte’s old bedroom that he slept in when he was here. The lamp was on, so when she walked into the bedroom, and I turned around to look at her, I could see her perfectly. She had a sneaky look on her face, which let me know that she was up to no good.
My grandma was in her night clothes, which just consisted of some long pajama pants with the matching long sleeved shirt. Ever since I could remember, my grandmother had taught me the importance of maintaining my hair, especially at night, so it was no surprise that she was walking around with a bonnet on her head as well.
“I was falling asleep, ma. What happened?” I asked, not even sitting fully up in the bed.
I hoped that she was getting ready to leave, but something told me she was about to say something that was going to annoy the hell out of me.
“Miami is out front. Tell him to come back?” she asked.
Although it was a question, the way she said it was more like a statement. As if she was just warning me that she was getting ready to tell Miami that he could go ahead and come inside the room.
“What? Ma, no! Tell him I'm sleeping. Damn, why would you do that? I look crazy!” I fussed and sat all the way up in the bed.
“Girl, hush! I’d given him my phone number a while back, and he said that he’d been calling you earlier, but you weren’t answering, so he called me. I told him you were here and that it was okay if he came over. Talking about you look crazy! Why you care about your appearance if you don’t like him, remember?” she shot back with that same smirk on her face.
I was so annoyed. My knees were pulled up to my chest, and damn, if she weren’t my grandma, I would have let out a few words on her ass. I knew Miami was calling me earlier, but I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone, so I’d silenced my phone until I’d eventually just went ahead and powered it off.
“Tell him to come back. I’m not sleeping over here no more. You play too much,” I let her know.
“And you don’t play enough! You better get his fine ass before my old ass does,” she said, and honestly, I didn’t know if she was serious or not. It got me to laugh, though.
I felt like my grandmother had a little crush on Miami. Talking about she gave him her number a little while back! This lady was crazy. She quickly left the room, and I lay back down on the bed on my side, putting the covers back over my body. I could hear Miami making his way to the back. I just knew that he looked good without even seeing him.
He finally walked inside, smelling up the whole bedroom with his Chanel cologne. Why was this man so fine? I had no idea. He was dressed up, so I could only imagine where the hell he was coming from. He wore a black, gold, and white Versace button-down shirt, and maybe three or four buttons where undone, showing his beautiful chest and the tattoos that he had on it. The one on his neck was my favorite. He paired the shirt with a pair of black jeans, which fit him perfectly. The jeans had a little sag to them, and Versace loafers were on his feet.
Miami wasn’t the flashy type when it came to jewelry, but he did rock an iced out Cuban link chain around his neck with the matching men’s bracelet. I swear it felt like the waves in his hair had gotten deeper and his beard had gotten fuller since the last time I saw him, which was just a week ago when he came to me with the news about Taylor. I’d been avoiding his ass like the damn plague because, truthfully, my ass was embarrassed.
Miami hit me with the news about Taylor’s child not being my grandchild literally right after I’d showed him the nursery along with all of those damn clothes that I’d bought. I mean, I knew that Miami wasn’t the type of guy who would laugh and pick at me because of that, but still, I was embarrassed.
“You running from me now?” was the first thing he asked when he walked into the bedroom.
After closing the door behind him and making sure to lock it right after, he walked over to the bed and sat next to me, looking down at me while I lay down. I was on my side, with my hand propped up on my head. All I could do was shake my head.
“Come take a ride with me, Choc,” his deep voice boomed.
“Where we going? This is the only thing that I have on. Just stay in here with me,” I said, patting the spot on the bed next to me.
“No. That’s your problem now. Always wanna be cooped up in dark ass places. I didn’t say we were going somewhere, I just said come take a ride with me. You trust me, ain’t it?” he asked, and I nodded.
“Come on then,” he said and pulled the covers off my body.
I lay there for a few seconds before I finally got up. I had on a pair of long, plaid, pajama bottoms with a black tank top. When I showered about an hour ago, I had washed my hair, even blow dried it. Once I finished with that, I put my long hair in two French braids. I knew I probably looked crazy, but from the way Miami’s eyes pierced me as I went over to the door where my sandals were, he probably didn’t think I looked too bad.
Vonte’s desk, where he used to do his homework was inside the room, and my wallet was on it. I looked from my wallet to Miami.
“Should I bring it?” I asked, pointing to my wallet.
“For what? It’s not like I’m going to make you pay for shit. All I need is your presence, shorty. Stop trying to stall. You ain’t slick, yo,” he said and stood up from the bed.
I laughed while I opened the bedroom door and walked out first. After I let my grandma know that we were leaving for a few minutes, we left the house together, and I used my key to lock the door. Miami had so many damn cars that I never knew which one he would be riding in for the day. Tonight, he was in an all-black Corvette. I’d never seen him push this one. The tints on the windows were so damn dark that I just knew that the police had to have always been pulling him over.
Like the gentlemen that he was, he opened the door for me, and my body sank into the red, leather seats. His car smell was a mixture of weed and air freshener. I looked around the car while he walked around to get in, and it was spotless. There was literally nothing out of place or any garbage lying around.
