Page 65 of Juice

“Don’t tell me the nigga weak.”

“Julius, you threatened to end that man’s career.”

“I did huh.” I chuckled. “Tell him I was playing.”

“I’m good. I got too much on my plate as is. A relationship won’t do shit but slow me down.”

“That’s ‘bout the smartest shit yo ass done ever said.”

“Fuck you.” She sassed.

Now that I’d waved the white flag I prayed Nariah, and I could at least get back on speaking terms. “We good?” I questioned and held my hand out.

“We’re good Julius.”

“Good.” Wrapping my arm around her I pulled her into a hug. “I love you, Nariah.”

“I love you too, Julius.” She whispered.

After letting her go I stood from the floor and reached my hand out to help her up. “Are we still doing Jude’s birthday together?”

“He would be mad if we didn’t.”

“Aight. Let me know what you need from me, and we can go from there.”

“I’ll send you an email later.”

“Bet. You still want me to get him?”

“He’s downstairs with yo mama now.”

“Oh, shit let me go holla at my lil hitta.”

“I’mma use the bathroom first. I’ll meet you downstairs.” She let me know before pivoting into the ensuite bathroom.

“You did good, Juice.” Tito praised when I stepped out of my bedroom.

“Nigga. How long yo ass been standing there?”

“Oh, I walked up here with Nariah.” He laughed. “You ate them licks.”

“Fuck you dog. I’m in there getting my ass beat and you out here listening. You ain’t shit for real.”

“Y’all needed to get that shit out.”

“Yeah aight.” I snorted.

“You serious ‘bout letting her go?”

Glancing behind me at the bathroom door I nodded my head. “Yeah.” I breathed. “Ain’t no since in dragging her through the mud when I know we only in this position ‘cause I fucked up. When I get my head right, I’m coming for what’s mine.”

“There it is.”

“There it is.” I repeated and jogged down the stairs. My focus now was being the best father I could to Juju and my music.I was confident that before it was over Nariah, and I would be back together. I had to get me right first.

nariah

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