Page 124 of Real's Love

“You woke?”

I smiled as I recognized the voice.

“I am. What’s up, Danny?”

Real frowned at me. “Hang up before I do,” he demanded.

I held up a hand as Danny spoke again.

“Get dressed. I got something to show you. Be there in an hour,” he said.

“Okay, I?—”

I stopped as Real snatched the phone and disconnected the call. Anger flooded me at his audacity.

“Montréal Hamilton, don’t you ever do that shit—” I started.

He leaned down, the seriousness on his face momentarily robbing me of words.

“Keep playing with me, Love. You not gon’ like the prize you win from this stupid game,” he said calmly, his eyes boring into mine.

For a few seconds, I remained speechless, thrown off by his warning. Then, my bravado returned. I stared back at him, holding my hand out for my phone.

“Why can’t you accept that the arrangement we had is over? You’re fine as hell, Real, and I’m still willing to fuck you occasionally. But that’s all that you can have?—”

I stopped as he practically growled at me before pulling me out of the bed and yoking me up.

“That’s not all I want from you, Love. I’m getting tired of trying to show you that! It’s not like that with you?—”

His words ran me hot. I pushed against his rock-hard chest.

“I don’t wanna hear that!” I hissed. “Those are the same words you said to that LaChelle woman when you?—”

Oh, my God. I’m actually yelling. Doing way too much. I shook my head abruptly and tried to break free from his hold. Real frowned as he reluctantly released me. I took a few steps back and glared at him before sucking in a deep breath. By the time I exhaled, my nonchalant mask was back in place.

“Love… that thing with Chelle… I didn’t m?—”

Eyes rolling, I waved whatever he’d been about to explain away. I’d heard it all before.

“It doesn’t matter. See, that’s the point, Real. You don’t owe me explanations. And you don’t get to hang up on the people I love,” I snapped, before heading toward my dresser.

Or at least, I thought I was heading toward my dresser. I let out a shriek as I was suddenly pulled backward against Real’s impossibly hard body. I tried to move away, but one hand looped around me, pinning my back to his front. The other circled my throat, squeezing just a little.

“You way past fucking around and headed toward finding out, Love,” he warned against my ear.

“Let me go!” I demanded, my voice shaky.

I didn’t know if it was fear or lust altering my tone. Surprisingly, he released me. When I turned to face him, his expression was unreadable.

“Get out, Montréal.”

He looked down at me with cold eyes for a moment before finally speaking.“Say less, shorty.”

Without another word, he walked out. I flopped back on the bed and breathed deeply for a couple of minutes before getting ready to ride out with Danny. By the time I was ready to leave, I felt mostly like myself. Grabbing the things that I wanted to take with me, I exited the room. I was a few steps away from the living room when I heard Theory’s heated, loud whisper.

“Give me my phone, Targen. You’ve had it since last night. I do get calls and texts and emails!” she complained.

“You picked the hard way,milaya. First, I don’t have your phone. Markel took it somewhere for me hours ago. Second, all your stuff is rerouted to my phone for now. Drink your coffee,” Targen directed.

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