Page 18 of Cove City: Vol. I

He moved past Chevy and me as we were going out the door, and I was right on his ass. “Zeus!” I called out, but he kept walking.

“Zeus!”

He spun so fast I had to back up. “What! I’m trying to tell you wasn’t shit going on back there, and you want to put on a show for nothing. What you want a nigga to do?”

I could tell Zeus was stressed out. Something was bothering him, and if I had to put my finger on it, I’m sure it was the baby situation. Knowing another man had dived a little more in my soul than himself. It’s why I held off telling him, because the one thing about Zeus, somehow, he made it about him. This shit was about me and how I felt. I had to be the peacekeeper and deep down I knew there was no peace until either Pierre completely backed the fuck off or one of them were dead.

The current situation was an easy fix. With him I could take him home and fuck him real good and he would be fine, but that was the problem Zeus, and I always handled our situations after sex never before and to me the sex was nothing but a band aid. I walked up to him, “Zeus, baby, let’s go out.”

He glanced down at me, “Where do you want to go, Freckles?”

It was the one thing I did love about him. He was weak for me. If I asked for anything, Zeus would deliver every time. “I don’t know, but somewhere we can eat and talk. We need this, Zeus, please?”

I wanted to try something different with him. He looked at Chevy, who shrugged, then he smiled. “I got a place. Go get dressed, I will be there in an hour.”

He leaned down, planting a nasty, wet kiss on my lips just how I liked it. I went back to my bike, hopped on, and took off. In my mind, this was our chance to iron out the kinks to move forward. I loved that nigga. I was willing to do whatever to keephim, and if it meant I had to open up old scars so he could understand, then fine.

When Tuesday sent me her location, I knew exactly where she was. I was curious why she was in a hotel, though. I knew the Cove like the back of my hand, so there wasn’t anywhere she could go that I wouldn’t know about. It didn’t take me long to get to her. I pulled into the parking lot until I spotted her car. I pulled up right in front of it and hopped out. She was sitting in the car, staring at me like a goofy.

When I tapped on her window, she opened the door as her eyes landed on me.

“What’s wrong with yo shit?”

She shrugged. Tuesday looked defeated and it fucked me up because she looked good as fuck and it probably had been her car as to why she couldn’t get to me. I held my hand out for hers. She took it as she got out of the car. “It won’t start,” she mumbled.

“When was the last time you had maintenance done on this muhfucka?”

She dropped her head. “Pierre, I came—”

“Ayo P, you-you got that for a nigga?”

I almost tripped over my own two feet trying to get to the nigga who had called out for me. I knew she was about to be jotting shit down in her little ass note pad.Pierre approached by a crackhead.I could already see my name in the headlines. When I reached him, I hemmed his ass up against the wall. “Nigga you see I’m out here with a woman don’t fucking approach me. Fuck wrong with you?”

“Man, P, man, come on, man? I-I need a little—”

“Nigga fuck did I just—”

“Pierre, give the man the drugs,” I heard Tuesday say.

My head slowly turned in her direction, surprised by her words. “You heard the lady. Give me the drugs,” the crackhead smiled as he handed me his crunched-up bills.

I snatched the shit out his hand and went over to my car. I popped the trunk got what I needed and tossed it to his bitch ass. I turned back toward Tuesday. “My bad. I—”

She held her hand up. “Can we go now. I will figure out my car situation later.”

I didn’t say another word. I went to the passenger side and opened the door for her as she slid into the seat. Once we were on the road, I took small peeks at her. She rested her head on her fist as her elbow sat in the window. Something was bothering her. It’s crazy because Sasha used to have the same moments, and now that I think about it, it was something I would often ignore. However, with Tuesday, I couldn’t. “What’s wrong?”

She sighed loudly, “Why should I tell you so you can become comedian of the year? No!”

“No, I want to know. I mean, you did learn something about me, back there.”

She rolled her eyes. “I didn’t learn shit. I knew that already.”

My head flew back.Well damn.I didn’t know what to say, but it almost made sense. I knew she judged me based on how I looked, most did, and I was so used to it the shit didn’t even bother me. When I pulled up to Seven To Da Cove, I thought I saw her snarl at me.

“You brought me to a fucking club?”

Eyes on her.“You already judged me, so keep going. Get your pen and pad. We’re doing an interview, right?”

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