Page 22 of Walk Thru The Fire

“You acting like your baby daddy and I’on like it,” Mel added, sipping on her mimosa.

“You sound like a hater. It could be because you know my man, so you know how he acts.” I laughed because she was not about to let her sister live that down.

“Don’t laugh too fast, Miss Ma’am.” Mel pointed her finger at me. “That young nigga got you ’round her looking like you listen to SZA while you eat ice cream watching Lifetime original movies. Do not come for me and my man, okay. I love you, though.” She winked. I couldn’t even be mad. She was right.

“I’m too old for this shit. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with that young ass nigga, but he delivered grown man dick and a bitch been stuck since the first stroke.” Just the thought of Jackson between my thighs made my stomach clench.

“You know what you need to do?” Nic started, but was interrupted by someone at the front door. “You expecting somebody?” she asked.

“No.” I shook my head. “Alexa, show me the front door.” I watched as the Alexa mounted on the wall showed a pretty brown-skinned girl standing at the front door. She was thick,just a size or two smaller than I was, with wild curly hair. From what I could see, she was covered in tattoos on both arms. I didn’t see a car but noticed a bright red motorcycle behind her.

“Who the hell is that?” Mel asked.

“Her name is Rein,” Nic answered. “I saw her at the bike yard a few weeks ago. Her and Stacks were talking, and she raced.” I nodded at Nic’s information before getting up to see why she was popping up. Mel was in tow, along with Nic. When I opened the door, shock flashed through her eyes before it was replaced with jealousy.

“Is Stacks here?” she asked with an attitude.

“He’s not…and you are?”

“Looking for him,” she snapped.

“And ’bout to get beat the fuck up,” Mel chimed in.

“Look, Jackson isn’t here. I’ll tell him you stopped by,” I offered, even though I didn’t want to.

“Yeah, you do that.” She rolled her eyes and got on her bike and left.

“He ain’t thinking about that girl,” Nic voiced.

“He was doing something for her to pop up here like she’s right. He brought me here knowing he had a bitch in here. I’m not about to stay in here like that. Fuck Jackson.” I was fuming, but I really didn’t have a reason to. He thought I left, so he moved on, but he damn sure didn’t waste any time.

Sitting back at the table, I downed the mimosa that was in front of me before making another one. I wanted to make all this shit disappear and since I couldn’t physically do that, I was gone drink my problems away.

“Don’t let that shit get to you, Kash. Stacks isn’t serious about that girl,” Nic mentioned.

“Mhm,” was all I could give her because I was trying to sort through my feelings so I wouldn’t flip out on Jackson when I saw him again.

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When Jackson came home last night, the girls had already left, and I was in the bed. I cried myself to sleep because I just knew he was out with whoever this Rein chick was. Jace went home with Keenan, so I was left here by myself. I sat on the edge of the bed for a few minutes before going into the bathroom and handling my hygiene. Once that was done, I dressed in a short lounge set and headed downstairs to fix something to eat. When I got down there, Jackson was standing in front of the refrigerator. When he heard me, his eyes briefly met mine before he grabbed the orange juice container and a glass from the cabinet.

“Good morning,” I greeted as I walked closer into the kitchen. He didn’t speak immediately because he was too busy letting his eyes roam over my thick frame. I’d be lying if I said the way he was looking at me didn’t have an effect me on.

“Morning,” he finally spoke back.

When he opened his mouth, that’s when I remembered about his lil’ visitor from yesterday.

“You had a visitor while you were with Buck yesterday. A girl on a motorcycle.” I looked him dead in the face and tried to read his expression. I saw a hint of surprise flash across his face before he quickly recovered.

“Aight,” he responded, rinsing his glass out.

“Aight? That’s all you have to say, Jackson?” I could feel myself getting angry at his nonchalant attitude.

“The fuck you want me to say? I’on have to run shit by you. I thought that’s what we were on now. Keeping shit to ourselves, so keep that same fuckin’ energy when it comes to my business.” He stormed out of the kitchen and headed upstairs. I knew he was in his feelings, but I refuse to let him treat me like I committed some damn ultimate sin. I was going to callmy mama and have her come get me. I’ll just stay over there. Him and that hoe can have this shit because Jackson DeLuca officially had me fucked up.

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Chapter Thirteen

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