Page 31 of Session 33

As the song ended, I plopped down onto the couch. That’s when I noticed Silas, seated across from us, with the blonde straddling his lap. His hands were all over her, but his eyes were locked on me. I cut my eyes at him before looking away. It felt strange, him watching me so intently while he was touching her.

I swear I could feel his eyes still on me until I excused myself to the restroom. “I’ll be right back,” I said, tapping Cassius on the thigh.

The hallway that led to the bathroom was oddly quiet, and I used the wall to steady myself. In the bathroom, I peed a flood, then I took my time, splashing cold water on my face and taking deep breaths. I needed to stop drinking.

My face was puffy, and my eyes were red. I pushed away from the sink.

As I stepped out of the restroom, Silas was waiting, leaning casually against the wall right outside the door. He straightened up as soon as he saw me, a slick smile playing on his lips. His gaze traveled slowly from my eyes to my lips, lingering there before meeting my eyes again.

“You smell good,” he drawled to my back.

When I returned, Cassius was waiting with a warm smile, pulling me back into his arms. “You gonna let me suck your pussy tonight?” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. Suddenly, it was like the prior minute didn’t happen. All I could think about was his lips on me.

I nodded, and then I was being pulled out of his embrace. “Baby Daddy” by Kennedy Ryan had started. Naomi snatched me up next to her, and we put on a show.

Later, as Cassius and I were undressing for a shower, I decided to tell him about the encounter with Silas.

“Silas waited for me outside the restroom,” I said, my voice uneasy. “He got really close in my space. It was... weird.”

Cassius shrugged, dismissing my concern. “Silas is just over-friendly. He doesn’t mean any harm.”

I stared at him. “It didn’t feel harmless, Cassius.”

He pulled me into his arms, kissing my forehead. “Babe, he’s just like that. Don’t let it bother you.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but then decided to leave it alone.

The next day, I called Naomi and told her what happened.

Naomi sighed. “He does be wanting everything Cassius got, and you fine as hell, got your own. Men like Silas be preying on women they think ain’t hip to their games. Next time, knee his ass in the balls. He’ll stop playing with you.” She advised.

Chapter twenty four

Naomi's grip on the steering wheel had her damn near white-knuckled as she pulled up about two yards behind Jonas's car. He hadn’t gotten out of it yet.

Naomi was staring at the back of his head like she could shoot lasers out of her eyes. "I swear to God, if he's cheating again, I'm fucking done," Naomi muttered, her voice seething. "And just like before, I bet Silas got something to do with it. That man is poison."

I tried to stay neutral. "Naomi, you don't know that for sure," I said, hoping to calm her down. "Maybe it's just a misunderstanding."

She shot me a look that could kill. "A misunderstanding? So, he creeps out the house early in the morning and don’t answer his phone, and it’s a misunderstanding?" She sucked her teeth long and hard.

Jonas's car door slammed, and we both looked up. He walked up the driveway to the house, a ranch with a wraparound porch. He knocked on the door, and seconds later a woman opened it. She was older, fine, light-skinned, with big hair and an even bigger ass. She was basically Naomi in twenty years.

Shoot, it wasn’t looking too good for Jonas. My heart suddenly started beating fast as hell.

The sight of them hugging made Naomi's jaw tighten.

"Look, maybe he's just visiting a friend," I suggested, though even I didn’t believe it. "Let's not jump to conclusions."

Naomi was beyond reason. "I'm done with his lies," she spat, getting out of the car and marching to the trunk.

I watched in horror as she pulled out a tire iron. "Naomi, no!" I shouted, but she was already storming toward Jonas's brand-new truck—the one she’d bought him, on her credit. Frozen in shock, I couldn’t move until I heard the sound of shattering glass. Naomi had knocked out the back window.

I jumped out of the car and ran to her, grabbing the tire iron from her hands just as she drew back to swing again. "Naomi, get back in the car!" I hissed, trying to move her without actually carrying her. This shit was ridiculous.

But it was too late. Jonas came out of the house, confusion etched on his face, holding two garbage bags. "What’s going on?" he asked, his eyes wide with shock when he saw his car and the tire iron in my hand.

Naomi pointed a finger at him. "You lying bastard!" she screamed. "Who’s that woman?"

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