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She pushed away and I let her go. “If you ended things, why you need me to get him up out of here?”
Instead of answering my question, she marched her fine ass over to the bed, roughly yanked the zipper on the duffle, and lifted it. She walked over to me, dropped it to my feet, and was about to walk away but I caught her arm and brought her to me. Then I lifted my other hand to her neck which I squeezed gently before I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her roughly. Just like I expected, she kissed me back then I pulled away and placed my forehead to hers.
“You can be mad all you want. I kept my word and stayed away. The minute you made that call you knew what it was.”
I lifted my head and my eyes locked on hers in a stare down until I stepped back, lifted her duffle, then the suitcase. “I’ll be in the car. Get whatever else you need and meet me out there.”
I didn’t wait for her to respond, just turned and left with her shit. Yahzi was coming home, like it or not. I’d given her time. I no longer had the patience to be without her and she gave me the right to fix what I broke when she made that call.
Chapter 3
Yahzi
This man had me infuriated but also my panties soaked at the same time. It was taking every ounce of restraint I owned not to turn and look at his fine ass. Chestnut brown skin covered his lengthy, solid frame. His dark eyes looked like opals above a wide nose, full lips he occasionally moved his tongue across, followed up with a mindless tug of his beard.
My fingers tensed to the point where I had to curl them into my palms because I wanted to drag my nails through the wooly spirals that covered his head. The wild curls I was used to no longer existed and his tapered low cut waves now offered a maturity that gave him a grown man vibe that wasn’t there three years prior.
Sexy…
So fucking sexy…
Being this close to him after all these years was a struggle. I missed him, but more than anything I missed us, so I was currently struggling. This Jeep smelled like him and that scent felt like home. I was reminded of all the nights I lay up under Suleem feeling like nothing could touch me because I was loved and protected by this man.
That wasn’t the case. Because Suleem loved and protected me, his life touched me. One night stole the future I foolishly believed I had a right to. I said foolishly because men like Suleem weren’t promised futures.
He lived for the streets and functioned by a code that had him bound to a life that came before anything and anyone. Even me and our child. I was naïve to believe our story would be the one that didn’t end tragically but reality slapped me hard and woke me up from the fairytale I was living in.
I lost my baby and the man I loved more than I even understood back then because of who he was and what he refused to sacrifice for us. It hurt like hell but I had to walk away. Here I was, three years later, just as in love with this man as I had been when I left him.
“How many women have you been with since I left?” I turned and burned a hole through the side of his face. He was calm as ever when he cut his eyes my way. The stoic expression he wore only further pissed me off.
“How many?”
“You think you have the right to ask me that?” he said smoothly right before an arrogant smirk crept onto his face. The one that had my stomach in knots and my pussy screaming to be acknowledged. When my silence prompted his expanded smile, exposing an open face grill that outlined his bottom row of naturally aligned white teeth, I looked away briefly to find some damn sense to remain on topic.
“You just beat the shit out of a man because you think I had sex with him. Yes, I have the right.”
“I don’tthinkshit. I know you fucked him.”
“Fine, I did. How many women have you been with?”
“Enough.”
The reality twisted in my gut but I couldn’t be upset. I left. He had the right to move on with his life.
“Your world doesn’t include me anymore, so I don’t even know why we’re doing this.”
He laughed arrogantly but didn’t say anything ,which only further pissed me off.
“That’s funny to you?”
I had no idea why I was pushing him. Suleem didn’t argue. He was a hot head but never with me. When he cut his eyes at me but didn’t respond, I sucked my teeth, threw myself back into the seat, and locked my arms over my chest.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw that cocky grin of his surface. He tugged on his beard and moved his tongue over his bottom lip and oh fuck…
I turned my head toward the window and ignored him for the rest of the drive. It was after two in the morning. I was exhausted and didn’t have the mental fortitude to deal with this situation or the man at the center of it.
When we made it to DP and he found a spot in the lot behind the building, I rolled my eyes knowing it wasn’t a coincidence that the one next to a black G Wagon was open. I would bet everything I owned that truck belonged to Kassir which meant people knew better than to park their shit in the one that belonged to Suleem.
