Tempest took and sucked dick well, but she wasn’t my girlfriend.
“Does he know you’re his girlfriend, or is that you trying to . . . manifest it?”
“Oh, he’s very well aware,” Tempest said, attitude creeping into her tone.
I spoke directly into the phone. “Ay, answer the video chat request.”
I heard her suck her teeth, but a few seconds later, her pretty ass face appeared on the screen.
“What disillusioned broad do you have me going back and forth with, Jay? You know I don’t play that shit.”
Even frowned up, her face would always be my favorite view. I couldn’t help smiling at her. That pissed her off even more.
“See, this is that stuff I can’t stand. You got that . . . broad over there all smart in the mouth and too dumb to realize that when it comes to you, she’s cooked.”
“I’m not cooked!” Tempest insisted dumbly, because she was, in fact, cooked. “Look,” Tempest continued, “I don’t know who you are, but I don’t play about Jaxxon. I?—”
Skyy cut her off. “I don’t know whoyouare, but I know it’s not who you think you are. I don’t play about him, either. And unlike you, who doesn’t play about him because of what you’re hoping to get from him, I don’t play about him because of who he is to me. Now?—”
“Slow up.” I interrupted her. “You’re getting mad and frustrated for no reason.”
“Nothing is ever serious to you?—”
“Everything regarding you is serious to me, Home. I’m just not one to wild out. You know this. Chill, and let me make the formal introductions.” I turned to Tempest. “Tempest, this is my home, my heart. Home, this is Tempest, my friend and homegirl.”
Tempest’s eyes squinted, and her hands flew to her hips. “I know you fuckin’ lyin’.”
My mother chose that moment to walk into the room. “What’s going on?” She looked between both me and Tempest.
“Not a damn thing!” Tempest told her.
Next thing I knew, she flounced to the apartment door and turned back to me with hate in her eyes. Then she disappeared into the hallway, slamming the door behind her.
My mother took the phone out of my hand. “Skyy, please come get your man and put him out of his misery. He’s out here breaking hearts, all because he can’t have the person that he truly wants.”
I watchedJaxxon step out of the oversized SUV. His gleaming white sneakers hit the ground first. My eyes swept up from there—highly toned, warm hued legs, torso, and arms were visible, and finally, the piece de resistance . . . his beautiful face. He wore a Chicago Coyotes baseball cap and a bright smile.
“Get over here.” He beckoned to me from where I leaned against my own truck, awaiting his arrival.
My own smile was as bright as his, and I had to stop my feet from running to him. When we were close enough, I fell into his arms. He wrapped me up and held me tight. I melted into the cocoon of love. The bastion of safety. After hugging me for a few moments, he lifted my chin and kissed my lips.
“I ain’t know if you would be here when I got here.”
“You asked me to,” I reminded him, still languishing in his muscled arms.
“I know, but you’re so fucking hardheaded, Home. You don’t do what I tell you. You do what you wanna do.”
I chuckled lightly, because he was telling the truth. I hated the thought of people telling me what to do. I liked to control my own self.
“The house has furniture?” He nodded to the two-story home that stood behind us. The home I helped him pick out, that he bought sight unseen.
“The house is furnished.”
“You like the house?”
“I love the house,” I assured him.
“Let’s go inside.”
