Page 22 of Obsessive Love
“How?”
“Javien Jr. needed to be able to survive, and he doesn’t read the fine print of contracts. He collected Javien Sr.'s debt but also signed up for his own. Remember I said all his endorsement deal payments were coming to me, right?”
“Yes,” I nodded.
“How do you think he was able to live his life? He needed money.” A slow smile spread across Pyrite’s handsome face. “Who do you think he came to?”
“You?”
“Exactly,” he laughed.
“So, how did I get involved in this business deal?”
“Javen Jr. said that you could pay me for his debt.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Even if I could, I wouldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because neither of the Javiens has ever done anything for me,” I answered with a shrug. “The only person who’s had my back is Yamari.”
“You think?” Pyrite questioned, and I nodded. “That’s crazy.”
“Change the subject,” I said, shaking my head. I wasn’t ready to go down the path of how lonely I really was. Yamari was my only person.
“Alright, what do you want to talk about?”
“How do I get out of here and move on with my life?” I questioned, and Pyrite laughed. It was big and full of life, and it made me slightly confused.
It took him a minute to get himself together, and once he did, he looked at me dead in the eyes and shook his head. “You don’t,” he answered.
PYRITE
“So you are goingto kill me?” Fable yelled and jumped from her chair. “What the fuck is the point of sitting down if you already have plans to kill me?” She slammed her hand on the table, and the dishes rattled. “I am not responsible for either of the Javiens’ debts! Kill them niggas!”
“Sit down,” I calmly said and pointed to her chair. Seeing Fable fired up turned me the fuck on. My dick was so hard it was pushing against my pants, and I loved that shit.
“No!”
“Sit the fuck down,” I said again.
“Sit down?” Fable reared back, and her face twisted in annoyance. It took everything in me not to laugh at her ass. She pushed her chair back and started pacing; she looked at me like I wasn’t shit, then rolled her pretty ass eyes. Every so often, she’d look over at me and grill the fuck out of me. “Nigga told me I wasn’t leaving here with my life and then in the next breath tells me to sit down. What the fuck do I look like? A gotdamn fool is what! I have a fucking life, one that doesn’t include either of the Javiens.” She stopped pacing and faced me. “I have a quiet life, Pyrite. I live a normal life. I have friends; I am dating.”
“Who?” I sat forward, ready to end the life of the lucky or unlucky nigga, in my opinion.
“Who what?”
“Is your boyfriend?” I racked my brain, trying to remember if I saw the name of a boyfriend, and came up blank.
“I don’t have a boyfriend; I’m dating, as in going on dates and shit,” she clarified, and I waved her off.
“You saved that nigga’s life then,” I absently said, and she let out a laugh.
“His life is spared, but mine isn’t?” She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Unfuckingbelieveable! Have that same energy for me! Spare my fucking life.”
“No,” I denied, shaking my head. “The life you knew is over.”
“But I like my life!” she replied. Her eyes filled with tears, and I hated that shit. “I’m happy. Don’t take that away from me because of Javien! I don’t deserve that!”
