Page 21 of Gotta Jones For Ya
We clinked glasses, and the room filled with laughter again, but inside… I was still tight.
Still feeling dumb for how fast I let him into me. Still missing his voice, his hands, his chaos, and his comfort. Still wishing that FaceTime had gone differently. But fuck it. I was good. Wine, my girls, and my boundaries would keep me solid.
Right?
???
I had just topped off our wine with a splash of tequila and started swaying my hips to the beat of some old-school Destiny’s Child when a hard knock rattled the front door. Two pairs of eyes whipped to me as I froze mid-sway.
“You expecting somebody?” Sia asked, eyes narrowing.
Mikki grabbed the bag of spicy Doritos off the coffee table, smirking. “We all know who that is. Go ahead, sis. Get the door.”
I gave her the side eye, heart thumping. I swallowed and tried to ignore the rush of heat crawling up my neck. I tried to ignore the way my nipples got hard like they knew it was him on the other side of the door.
I padded toward the door in my fuzzy socks, cute little satin shorts hugging my hips, matching top showing just enough. I shouldn’t have answered. Should’ve pretended I didn’t hear it. But that knock? That energy behind it? Only one man knocked like he owned the building. I opened the door and my stomach damn near dropped to my knees.
Knock leaned against the door frame looking too… damn… good. Fresh black tee tight on his chest, gray sweats hanging just right, gold chain peeking, and that fucking scent—Gucci. His eyes were dark. Jaw tight. Nostrils flared. He was pissed and I knew it.
I folded my arms, instantly pissed at myself for the way my body responded to him. “Why are you here, Keon?”
“You know damn well why a nigga here. You done lost your mind blockin’ me.”
My breath caught. “Excuse me?”
“Nah. Fuck that. You heard me.” His voice was low but sharp as hell. “You gon’ send that dumb ass text like you was done wit’ me?” He laughed once. Just one disrespectful, cocky ass chuckle. “You got me fucked up, Nyomi.”
The girls were in the living room, frozen with wide eyes and full attention. I stepped out into the hallway and shut the doorbehind me before shit escalated. “You don’t get to pull up to my house and talk to me like I’m the crazy one. That’syou.”
“I’m talkin’ to you like somebody that got me fucked up, as I said,” he growled. “You really think I’m some regular ass nigga you can toss and delete like I ain’t been the one blowin’ your back out and showin’ you what it feel like to be chosen?”
I crossed my arms. “So you get to fuck other bitches, have them playing on your phone, and then pop up here likeyouain’t wrong?”
“That was myfuckin’niece. She’s sixteen!”
“How do I know that?” I folded my arms, trying not to show how much I was melting under all that damn pressure he was applying.
He stepped forward, and I stepped back. “You think shit’s a fuckin’ game? I ain’t here to play wit’ you or your feelings,” he said, eyes narrow, chest rising.
“I—”
“I will fuckin’ air this whole city out behind you, Nyomi. You hear me?” My mouth parted. “You think you just gon’ ghost me? Cut me off like I’m some weak nigga you was fuckin’ on vacation? I’ll go to war behind you, girl. Don’t ever play in my face again like that.”
I swallowed hard. “You still don’t get to pull up like—”
“I do what the fuck I want.” He stepped closer. “And if you ain’t know that, you know it now.” He shook his head, pulled his phone out, and hit FaceTime without saying another word. It rang once. Twice. Then a woman who looked just like him answered. “Put Monae on the phone.”
“Well, hi to you too, nigga,” the woman said, smacking her lips. “Hold on.”
I shifted my weight to the other side and lifted a brow. A few seconds later, the same chick who answered his phone appeared. Slicked up baby hair, big lashes, and a box of Fruit Roll-Ups answered, munching like her life depended on it. “Uncle Knuck! Wassup?
“Ayo, Nae.”
She blinked. “What?”
“Who phone you answered the other day when you wasn’t ‘posed to?”
She looked confused at first, then her eyes popped wide. “Oh! Yours. I said I was sorry!” My mouth parted, and Knuck stared at me pointedly. “I didn’t mean to answer it like that,” Monae went on, loud and dramatic. “I was tryna text on Snapchat with my lil’ boo and it started ringin’ and I ain’t know it was some romantic situation or whatever.”
