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She shot me the finger. “What the fuck was that on the dance floor? If you want her, act like it instead of acting like a possessive ass fuckboy!”
“Man, whatever. You don’t even know what the fuck you defending.”
“Tell me then.”
“That ain’t even my style. Be safe going back home in case I don’t make it back by the house before y’all leave.”
Her eyebrows lifted as I hugged her. Before I could pull away, she grabbed my hand and put her other one to my face. “What’s going on, Vegas? You sure you good?”
“I’m straight.”
“No, you aren’t. She got you, and you don’t know how to handle that shit. I ain’t never seen you this bothered over a woman.”
“Sometimes I hate that you and Jungle know me so well. This is one of those moments. See you, baby girl.”
I got in my ride as she stood there with her eyes wide and her lips parted, watching me leave. My best bet was to just forget about Keondra. I couldn’t deal with fighting my own feelings. I was beating myself up this morning for the shit I pulled last night. I was glad she left so I didn’t have to face her naked ass sober.
Since I still had my gym bag in the car, I headed to the gym to work this shit off me. My phone chimed, and I looked at it to see a message from Fawn. I opened it to see a picture of Keondra. She looked as fucked up as I did. Her feelings were on her sleeve. I could see it in her sad eyes and her slumped shoulders. I supposed we were more alike than either of us wanted to accept. Oh well. I was done with that shit.
When I got to the gym, I slid my Glock in my bag. Old habits died hard. I didn’t go anywhere without my shit… except Puerto Rico. Since I didn’t have a record, my shit was registered. After getting out, my phone chimed again. “Fuck!” I whispered loudly.
Every-fucking-body was in my damn business, and I wasn’t feeling that shit at all. When I saw the message from Keondra, I opened it. When you have time, can we talk?
I rolled my eyes and ignored her message, for now. If I answered her now, I would probably curse her ass out. Since I had read receipts on, she would know I saw it. Serve her ass right. Opening the door, I walked inside and saw Gutta’s son. Gutta was Ice’s righthand when he got killed. He’d suffered the same fate a couple of months later. His oldest son was bitch ass Roulette who outed the entire operation, getting Jungle locked up and Ice and Mega killed.
Justin wanted no parts of the streets. When he saw me, he gave me a head nod. He was a kid when Gutta got popped, only about thirteen or so. I was watching his young ass though. I knew shit rubbed off on him. I’d be damned if anybody would catch me slipping in these streets.
After sitting at the weight machine, my mind wouldn’t rest. Keondra kept popping up, and that shit was unnerving. I grabbed my phone from my pocket to respond to her text. I could see the three dots appear like she was about to send another text. I waited for what she would say. After a minute or two, it came through.
Never mind. I’m tripping. I don’t know what’s up between us, but whatever it is will have to fucking chill. You don’t want a relationship, and I surely don’t want to feel like I’m pressuring you for one. This shit is weird. So, I’m sorry for feeling a way about you not speaking to me. It is what it is. Wish you the best.
After reading that shit, I had to call her. She was right. She was tripping. I stood from the machine and walked outside to place the call. After a couple of rings, she answered. “Hello?”
“You know had you responded to my text this morning, all that shit wouldn’t have happened.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“When I texted you this morning, you didn’t respond. About leaving while I was asleep.”
“Joel, what was there to respond to? You didn’t ask a question. It wasn’t the type of text that needed a response.”
“Whatever, but we good. I wish you the best too.”
“O-okay. Bye.”
I closed my eyes as I listened to her breathe. She said bye, but she didn’t hang up, and neither did I. I didn’t respond to her either. This shit was insane. Finally, I said, “See you around.”
“Probably not, Joel.”
I supposed she wasn’t going to find herself in places where she thought she would run into me at. Before I could ask for clarity, she ended the call. I could only accept her words at face value. Going back inside, I went back to the machine I was at only to find someone else working out on it. My mind was telling me to just go home, but I went to the stair master and put in work there until the weight machine I wanted was available again.
I didn’t know what the point was in calling her. I supposed she was right about my text not needing a response. I just thought that she would acknowledge what I said, maybe tell me that I was wrong or admit that she was a player, something. As I worked out, a lady got on the machine next to me and gave me a head nod and a smile.
I gave her a head nod back and graced her curves. She wasn’t as fine as Keondra, but she would do. She glanced over at me, so I decided to introduce myself. “I’m Vegas. What’s up?”
I wasn’t smooth about shit. I got straight to the point. I wasn’t trying to coax nobody out of their panties. I wanted to be with a woman that would just take that shit off because they wanted to. She smiled. “Nice to meet you, Vegas. I’m Farrah.”
I nodded and bit my bottom lip as I scanned her curves again while she watched me. Her face reddened some, so she turned away. Mm hmm. Hook, line, and sinker. She’d be bouncing on my shit later… hopefully tonight. I needed to forget about Keondra because she liked to play games and shit. I was just happy she didn’t want to talk about that emotional ass shit that happened last night. She saw too much of me, and there was no way I could be with her again after that.
