Page 13 of Cove City: Volume II
Harvey stood. “And a body like a God!”
We all burst into laughter. It felt good to laugh, to take my mind off of Zeus even for a second. I could see Zaria peeking over the canvas, “I mean my nigga is blessed, but shat!”
“Ok, ladies, let’s paint!” Indigo shouted.
Now it made sense why Bishop was pissed when he left. Hell, the nigga standing before us needed to be worried once he left here. Tania definitely had one too many drinks as she stood and began swinging her body from side to side. “Get it, girl!” Navi said to her.
“Shit, one more drink we’re going to have to pull her off that man.”
Zaria shook her head. “You talk to Zeus?” she asked.
“Not really, Zaria, I don’t know what’s going to happen,” I told her.
“I get it. I’m sure things will work out, Sasha.”
My phone rang when I saw it was Zeus, flutters went through me, but anger struck me more. I glanced at Z, pointing to my phone. I moved quickly, I got up, went outside, and got in my car. I knew I had to handle Zeus a certain way because if not, he wouldn’t take this situation seriously. I didn’t allow him to say a word when I picked up, “All I care about is Dio,” I snapped.
He didn’t respond. I could hear him breathing deeply. It was breaths of fear, and that scared me. I didn’t know if Dio was ok, hell, I didn’t know if he and I were ok. Zeus’s silence agitated me. “Hello!” I yelled.
“He’s,” he paused. “He’s ok for now.”
I let out a breath of relief. Dio meant a lot to Zeus, and I knew if Dio didn’t come out of whatever this was, Zeus would never be the same. No matter how mad I was at him, no matter how much I projected my anger to trigger him to respond to me the way I needed him to, I would never get that version of Zeus again.
The thing that bothered me was that he wasn’t calling me because he was beginning to feel bad for not allowing me to explain. He needed me, and I wanted to be there, but he chose to shut me out. He wanted things to run on his time and not ours. I had to push him away until he returned because his focus needed to be on Dio. I needed that situation to be okay so he and I could hash out whatever it was, so we could also be okay. If I didn’t do what I was about to, Zeus would call me every day and play a game of pity when we had bigger things to work out.
I closed my eyes before I spoke. “Well, he’s in my prayers, and I hope he comes back with you, but Zeus, I don’t know if there is a you and me anymore.”
Did I mean what I said, maybe? I wanted Zeus to fight for us, something he has never done, because every situation had been about him. I know he assumed the worst when he saw Pierre, but no matter how many times I tried explaining it wasn’t what he thought, he had already come up with his own version of what he saw. I waited for him to say he wanted to work it out. I wanted him to say I was being irrational, and I needed to calm the fuck down. “I don’t know either, Sasha, I don’t. Do I love you, fuck yeah. Do I honestly believe you were innocent, maybe. However, what I saw broke me. It’s a feeling you wouldn’t understand and with this Dio shit my head is all over the fucking place. I—”
Not what I wanted to hear. I sighed loudly with tears rolling down my face. I was angry again, “Zeus, I don’t care what you thought you saw. I know that I did nothing wrong, and you, being the nigga you always are, thought about yourself in that moment and not me. So, stand on that shit. If it’s not about Dio, don’t call me back. Bye, Zeus.” I said and hung up.
My shoulders bounced up and down as I cried my eyes out. I couldn’t believe I was about to lose my fucking man. I couldn’t believe this was Zeus and my story. When I glanced at the ring, I cried even harder. The tap on my window startled me. I tried quickly wiping my tears. I rolled the window down. “Are you okay?” Yana asked.
I blew out a sharp breath, “Yeah, I’m ok.”
“Oh, Sasha, girl, it will be ok, I’m sure. You know, if you’re not up to it, you don’t have to go back in, and we can talk. Shit, all she has in there to eat are light snacks. This baby is due any damn day, and a bitch needs a burger.”
I laughed. Yana’s belly was big, and she looked like she would scream at any moment; she needed to go to the hospital.However, I knew she was probably trying to hold on, silently praying the baby didn’t come until Diamond got back. Tears started up again as I thought about when I was pregnant. This was all too much. I didn’t know how much more pain I could take. I’ve reached a point where I have nothing left to give.
QUINTON
Smoke filled the air as I lay back on the purple velvet couch. Flex’s spot was straight. I had been here for two days, and the vibe was cool. Shorty ain’t give up no ass, but today that was about to change. I placed the blunt to my lips as I watched her practice on her in-home pole. She had the purple lights trailing around the living room, giving her crib a true vibe. She held on to the pole tightly as she held herself up and somehow looked like she was slowly walking in the air. She then turned sideways as she opened her legs wide, then closed them, clapping her stilettos together. The shit was crazy as fuck.
I sat up and scooted toward the edge of the couch as my eyes began devouring her as she did move after move. Flex was fly, seductive, and sexy as hell. “Come here,” I called out to her, but she ignored me.
I stood this time and walked over to her as I finished my blunt. She spun around the pole like a pro. Shorty was high as hell as her low eyes landed on me. “I’m not fucking you,” she said.
“Why not?”
“Because it’s my fucking body and I said so,” she smiled.
I shrugged. “I mean you let a nigga stay at the crib, I mean—”
“You mean what?” she said as she came off the pole and stood in front of me with her bra and boy shorts on. “You’re taking my kindness for weakness. I let you stay because I knew what you were feeling in that moment. I know what it’s like to have that very same feeling, and the only difference between you and me is that I didn’t have anyone to offer me a night’s rest. So, as I said before, I’m not fucking you.”
She went to walk off, I grabbed her arm, and she swung on me. “Nigga! I told you not to put your fucking hands on me. I’m the wrong bitch, and before I let you touch me that way, I will kill you,” she snapped.
“Ayo chill. I was trying to talk to you, and you were walking away and shit.”
