Page 51 of Bound By Lust

“Nah, I have been texting you since I woke up in the hotel…”

Damn, when he got knocked out by Frank at the hotel?

“What? Nah, that can’t be.” I shake my head, but he grits his teeth.

“Check it! I have been texting!” he nearly shouts and I stop in my tracks, cocking my head to the side and linking my hand through my bag.Who the fuck does he think he’s talking to?

“Whoa there, home skillet, I need you to dial down that tone just a nudge and watch how you handle me.” I throw at him, and his neck goes red, but he doesn’t say anything. Hell, he doesn’t need to. Honestly, it’s best that he remains quiet or he’ll end up pissing me off.

I pull out my phone and scroll through my messages, and sure enough, I don’t see anything from him.

“Look…” I hold my phone up to his face. “See? There ain’t shit there!” I defend myself, and he narrows his eyes, gritting his teeth, pulling out his own phone.

“Then where the hell are all of my messages going?” He holds his phone up to my face and my eyes go wide and my lips part as he scrolls and scrolls and fucking scrolls.Damn how many fucking messages did this nigga send me?

“Hell, I don’t know!” I shake my head, staring at him, and his lip curls.

“Did you block me?” he accuses, and I reel back, offended.What the fuck is he on right now?

“Tek, what the hell is wrong with you? Why would I block you? Hell I haven’t even blocked Duval ass and I can’tstandthat mother fucker… so why would I block my homeboy?” I roll my eyes, but he seems to be on one today.

“Then explain this shit, Jess!” He steps up closer to me and I back up, placing my hand up between him and I, growing more pissed by the second.This nigga really done lost his everlasting mind!

“Tek, I’on know what you on, but even if you my homeboy, I’m not going to let you talk to me like that, nor am I going to let you roll up on me like this. If you want to finish this conversation, you’re going to need to come correct or I’m going to leave your ass right where you stand,” I curl my lip, disgusted at his behavior.Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with him?

“I…” He scratches the back of his neck. “Shit, my bad. It’s just… I’ve been so worried about you since the club… I hadn’t heard from you and it…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, but shit, just hearing him say he was worried about me softens me up…only a lil bit though.

“I understand that, Tek, but watch how you handle me,” I smile softly and pull out my phone again, scrolling and frowning when I see a one at the very top where my blocked messages are.Wait a damn minute? Did I accidentally block him?

I hide my phone so he can’t see, but I click on it and my eyes go wide when I see fifty unread messages from Tek!

Damnnnnn not fifty messages! What the hell?!

“Damn, you were so worried you sent me fifty whole ass massage?!” I gape at him, and his face goes red.

“I… I told you I was worried! And you see them now so you DID block me…” he looks away, sadly.

“You know it’s not like that, Tek. It must have been when I was drunk,” I try to explain.

“You blocked me when you were drunk? You really expect me to believe that?” he laughs bitterly.

“W-well m-maybe… I mean, it was a weird night,” I stammer.

“Are you talking about before or after that asshole who made you cry showed up and fucked up our date?”Skkkkiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrtttttttt!

“Daaaaaaate?!” I step back, sounding like Soulja boy.

“W-well not a date per se, b-but we just you know… we were out together,” he sheepishly states and usually I can get down with some funny shit, but this is wild.

“We were out with the football team. The fuck?” I side eye the hell out of him, and he shuffles on his feet.

“I… I know I’m just saying.”

“Just saying what exactly?”

“Nothing, I’m just saying… we were together and then you just let ol’ dude show up like that even though he made you cry!”

“TEK!” I raise my voice pissed. “You’re crossing the line,” I sneer…I know he’s my homeboy and all, but I don’t let mother fuckers in my business with my man, period.

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