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ChapterNine

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Music to my ears.

Literally.

I woke up to the sound of Tati blasting music I wanted to assume was about Kev, considering the way the artist was singing about some dude beingjust anotha nigga on the hit list.

I hadn’t been hit yet, so it wasn’t me.

Not that I wouldn’t have gladlybeenthat nigga last night, kinda shameful considering how easily she could’ve gotten me killed if Alicia’s sentiment toward me hadn’t been friendly.

I didn’t know if it was a testament to how fine Tati was or how weak I’d become.

Either way, I couldn’t deny it.

At least not in my head.

I peeled myself out of the nice ass sheets on Tati’s guest room bed, getting all my morning scratching out of the way as I headed for the toilet. I was mid-stream when a basket on the counter made me smirk.

Toothbrush and toothpaste.

Brand new.

It could’ve already been there for any unexpected guest, forgotten.

Or maybe she’d outright lied.

There was also the possibility that, with me still dealing with the aftermath of being injected with a sedative, that she’d snuck it in without me noticing last night.

That prospect was more than a little alarming.

I wasnotthe type of nigga people were usually able to sneak up on.

I also wasn’t the type of nigga that usually got drugged though either, so there was that.

Shaking my head, I turned on the shower and climbed in, groaning in relief over the steady blast of hot water. I could at least leave this room clean, but there was nothing I could do about my stale clothes.

Not that Tati cared.

Musically, she’d moved on to rap now, and although I couldn’t see or hear her, I could imagine she was beltingI don’t give a fuck about you or anything that you doright along with Big Sean at the top of her lungs.

Ol’ boy must have really made her mad.

What did it say about me that the visual of a mad Tati was…shit.

The last thing I needed to be thinking about with my dick out.

For all the teasing I’d done to get under her skin, I knew better than to cross that line. It would only blur a situation that was already more complicated than it needed to be.

I finished my shower and got myself dressed, brushing my teeth and all that before I did my best to put the room back like I’d found it. Finally, I ventured out of the guest room, following the path we’d taken late last night to get back to her kitchen.That’s where I found her, looking good as fuck, and just as…comfortableas she’d been last night.

Not the word I’d wanted to use, but the one that wouldn’t get me kicked out.

Fuckablewas more accurate.

Not to be crude, but if a man couldn’t be candid withhimself, who the hell could he be honest with? So much of my life had been devoted to embodying characters that I relished opportunities to give in to the thoughts that were truly, thoroughly mine.

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