“We should go… I have to go,” I told him, slipping from his grasp and hurrying out of the room.
I’m a dead bitch.
I fucked up.
I shouldn't have put my lips on her because now I didn’t want tonotput my lips on her. I don’t know what came over me, but I had been wanting to taste her lips since I saw her this morning. Seeing her earlier with sadness all over her face pulled at my heartstrings. I just wanted to hold her and comfort her—give her peace where there was chaos.
When she came down the stairs in those stone-washed jeans and a white blouse with her hair in curls, I was stunned to silence. The way she moved around the room, checking and double-checking to make sure Scottie had everything she needed, sent a surge through my chest. Seeing her in mommy mode was a beautiful thing to witness. But my dickhead brotherwas fumbling her. While he was out fucking with trash and getting hoes pregnant, he had this beautiful being in his grasp, but couldn’t see past his dick to appreciate her.
I couldn’t interfere with that, though.
As we cruised back to their home, the car ride was silent. I knew she had to feel awkward about what happened, but I didn’t regret it at all. But, because I loved my brother, I wasn't going to pursue his girl. The kiss was a mistake, but I didn’t feel bad about it because I’d do it again.
Once I dropped her off, I was leaving. I had to, or things between us were going to progress, and I didn’t want to put her in a position to have to choose.
“Were you going back to get baby girl?”
She shook her head. “Your mom asked to keep her for a few nights, but I’ll probably go back to get her tomorrow.”
I nodded. “A’ight.”
Ten minutes later, I pulled into their driveway, noticing my brother had finally returned. I couldn’t help but overhear Jela’s conversation earlier, and knowing that this nigga had his side-chick answering his phone, pissed me off. He was moving real stupid, and I hated that she had to go through this shit with him. I wish I could whisk her away, but I needed to move away from that narrative. It was clear that baby girl was afraid of the consequences behind fucking with me over him, and I didn’t blame her. However, if she were to choose me, she wouldn’t have to worry because I’d always keep her safe and protected.
When I shut off the engine, Dame came walking out of the house and over to my truck. He opened Jela’s door and pulled her out aggressively without saying a word.
“Why the fuck wasn't you answering your phone?” he screamed at her.
Jela snatched her arm out of his hold and pushed him as tears came out of her eyes. “Fuck you, Damien! Go be with that hard body, Morticia looking-ass bitch!”
“Who the fuck you talking to, Jela?” he asked, stepping dangerously close to her face.
By this time, I was out of the truck and moving toward them. I didn’t speak, observing to make sure he didn’t get out of pocket.
“Just leave me alone, Damien. I’m tired.”
“I don’t give a fuck! Get the fuck in the house!” he yelled, pushing her forward.
She stumbled and fell into the snow that had hardened as the temperature dropped due to the sun’s absence.
I pushed him back. “Cool the fuck out, Dame. You going too fucking far.” I helped Jela to her feet as she bent over to put her things back in her purse.
“Mind your business, Tru! She’s been out all fucking day and acts like she couldn’t answer my fucking phone calls! I guess it didn’t take you long to change your mind, did it? Was it good, nigga?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you, bro? If I took you up on that offer, you’d never see her again.”
“What are you talking about?” Jela asked.
I cringed. I shouldn't have even replied to his dumb ass, knowing she was standing there.
“It’s not what—” I started, but his erratic ass cut me off.
“I told him he could fuck you.”
“What?” She looked hurt.
I couldn’t say shit because he did tell me I could, but I wouldn't fuck her just because my brother gave me permission.
“Is that true?” she asked me.
