Page 31 of Forbidden Love

I forced a breath and plastered a fake smile on my face.

“That’s my dad’s youngest brother. He’s barely older than me, he must’ve been worried. Let me see what he wants,” I forced out.

Larae nodded slowly, still looking nervous as hell. I could see the suspicion in his eyes, but he didn’t press me. I got out the bed and padded toward the front door on bare feet. My anxiety took over me, I could already imagine the crooked ass look on Sol’s face when I opened the door.

Soon as the door opened, his charming smirk was plastered on his face. His low fade looked fresh, the gold around his neck glinted under the porch light. His smirk turned into a smug ass smile. I swallowed hard as my fingers tightened around the door frame.

“You didn’t have to fuckin’ come here.” I gritted out with my lips curled tight.

“You read them messages I sent?” Sol asked, looking directly into my eyes dangerously.

“No, the fuck I want to do that for when I’m here?” I tried to talk as low as possible.

“If you read my mu’fuckin messages then you would know why the fuck I came here.” He stepped closer to me.

“I told you weeks ago not to be on some lil girl shit once Casper came back home. Told you I would text and call you when I felt like that pussy and your mental cooled off. I sent you lots of text messages, Yeremy. Called your ass a couple of times. You want to play games by sharing your location with your contacts but not respond to a nigga when I hit you.” Sol’s jaw clenched tight.

I wanted the floor to swallow me whole right now. I could feel Larae’s presence behind me in the hallway. I couldn’t even find the words to speak so I let the crickets out in the bushes do all the talking. I looked into Sol’s face and his dark brown eyes burned a hole at Larae’s T-shirt that clung to my body. His jaw twitched as his tongue rolled against the inside of his cheek.

“I see you got real comfortable in this nigga’s house,” he murmured.

“Alright Yeremy…” Sol’s eyes narrowed.

The smile on his lips wasn’t pleasant, it said that he was getting ready to crash the fuck out.

“Go get your shit so we can go. Fuck with me and I make a muthafuckin’ scene.” He pushed the door hard out of my grip, causing it to hit up against the wall.

My stomach twisted; heat burned up my chest. I couldn’t begin to explain the shame that made me want to have magic in the moment so I could disappear. I didn’t say shit, I barely could breathe. I turned around and stomped back down the hallway like a scolded child. I felt Larae’s eyes on me and refused to look at him.

I got to his room in seconds, looking around for my things. Soon as I spotted my sandals, I quickly slipped off Larae’s shirt and tossed it on the bed. On his dresser, he had my clothes neatly folded with my bra sitting on top. I didn’t give a damn that I was naked, I marched over to my clothes and quickly got dressed then slipped my feet into my sandals.

“Yeremy?” Larae said above a whisper behind me. “Why’d you lie to me?”

I opened my mouth then searched my brain for the proper words to say. Sol answered for me, making things worse.

“That’s what good dick do to broads.” Sol called out from behind me.

I quickly turned on the balls of my feet and looked at Sol stepping into Larae’s room like he belonged in here.

“Got her dumb ass telling lies, wearing other nigga’s shirts…but dreaming about me.” Sol chuckled.

“You can keep entertaining her after tonight, tomorrow, or weeks from now. But when I call…or knock…that means it’s time for her to come to where the fuck she belongs.”

“Shut the fuck up! I’m getting my shit, can you just give me privacy with Larae please? I have to work with him. I don’t want things awkward.” I begged Sol with my eyes. He gave me an unbothered look and leaned up against the frame of Larae’s door.

That was his answer, he wasn’t moving until we walked out of this house together. I felt the need to make amends and be a woman that owned up to bullshit. Larae was cool, and I liked him as a friend. I hated the way Sol popped up. It was out of line, tacky, and disrespectful. When we left here, I planned on checking the fuck out of him. Right now, I owed Larae a heartfelt apology and the truth.

“Larae, I’m sorry, okay. I shouldn’t have lied but I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, so I went along with it. Sol and I are just friends that ended up having a one-night stand. You are a nice man, and I appreciate all the effort you put into courting me and talking to me. If you can forgive me, I would like to still be your friend…if that’s not asking for too much.” I pleaded with my eyes and voice.

Larae didn’t respond, he just nodded his head. His face shifted like he was disappointed in me but was too scared to say it.

“I’m sorry,” I said, disappointed in my own self.

I grabbed my purse and swallowed down the sting in my throat. I walked out of Larae’s room with Sol following right behind me like a fucking bodyguard. Soon as we got outside, Sol made me hand over my car keys. I slammed them in his hand and stood in the driveway, watching him toss my keys over to Fatz. I wanted to protest but didn’t want to bring more drama to Larae’s house.

Fatz hopped in my Maybach and turned my music all the way up, instantly pissing me off. I got inside of Larae’s drop top and remained quiet, seething. He must have felt my anger because he remained silent as he backed the car out of Larae’s driveway. He sped off, making sure to make the tires skirt then turned his music up.

Chapter 18

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