Page 80 of Feeling Blue

“Sure, you don’t.”

“I swear, she tripping. I haven’t talked to her since that day at the salon with you. I don’t even have social media.”

“Mhm,” he heard her mumble while walking into the closet.

He followed to see her pulling clothes from her suitcase. He watched quietly for as long as he could before trying to plead his case once again.

“I swear, baby. She’s off some old shit.”

“Is it old? Because it sure does look pretty current to me.”

“I swear it is. She’s just doing that to get my attention. She knows I’m not fucking with her like that no more. This her only way. She can’t contact me no other way.”

“How’d you get the picture?”

Another rumbling in his gut traveled to his throat making it tight.

“My sister sent it.”

Forever stopped moving and gave him a look of pure disgust before shaking her head. “Figures.”

“She just asked me had I seen it and if I wanted her to beat Journey’s ass.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” She stood with her clothes in her hand and walked past him.

Or at least tried to, Blue stopped her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Determined to be difficult, she kept her gaze diverted out of the door so that she was looking past him.

“Baby, please don’t be mad at me about that silly ass shit. Journey dumb. Been fucking dumb.” He leaned down enough for him to be face to face with her. “Rabbit?”

Her silence remained as he held her tightly in his grasp, refusing to let her go. Looking down at her, all he saw was beauty. Nothing else came to mind when looking at her, outside of how fucking pretty she was. Her skin color was his favorite, but that nose and smile didn’t let up. Her long black hair that she kept straight made him want to ball it in his fist and pull it until her scalp grew sore.

“Let me eat your pussy,” his words came out muffled due to his mouth being on her shoulder. “Or at least smell it. You know I love the way it be smelling when you ready for some dick.”

“Zurich stop,” she whined. “You can’t just shove yourself into me every time I’m mad like that’s going to fix everything.”

“Ain’t nothing to fix baby, we happy. Fuck that girl. You my wife.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.” He squeezed her hair in his hand, leaning her head backward. “Let me prove it to you.”

When the whites of Forever’s eyes finally glowed in his direction, Blue squatted just enough to pick her up and carry her back into the bedroom. Versus going to the bed, he sat on the floor in front of the bed, with his back pressed to the mattress.

“How are you going to prove it?”

“The way I treat you.” His wet mouth circled her nipple as soon as he raised her shirt. “The way I love you and show you off.” Her back arched from the moisture of his tongue on her stomach. “The way I make life easier for you.”

“You probably do that for everybody.”

“Lie again,” he challenged with his eyes set on hers.

Not wavering in the least, he stared at her as she stared at him. Flashbacks of being on the yard crossed his mind and made him grip her neck a little tighter. So many nights after meeting her, his thoughts had run wild with how he would treat her. Expose her to his life and make her the gem that outshined the hood. His boujee princess. With the desire to spend money and spoil her at the forefront of his mind, Blue brought her face closer to his so that their noses were touching. Her eyes stuck on his.

“If you gon’ be with me, which you are because you ain’t got no other choice,” he smiled when she giggled. “You can’t let silly shit get to you. Especially no bitch. I’m not gon’ ever cheat on you. You hear me? Haitian men don’t cheat.”

He flashed a big smile that attracted an eye roll in return.

“I don’t like girls like her. The ones that feel like they can make a man come back to them no matter what.”

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