Page 121 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Stop fucking in my house! Nigga getting more pussy in my crib than me!” Free barked nearby before his voice began to trail off as he receded.
I wanted to laugh, but with the way Low was assaulting my walls, I could only moan loudly.
“You fuck somebody else and I’m gon’ kill him.” Low grunted, hand bracing around my neck while fucking me roughly. “Swear to God I will.” He peered down into my eyes seriously, teeth holding his bottom lip captive just before he moaned himself.
I wondered where he was even getting the idea from because he was very firm at the moment, making sure I understood he wasn’t joking—almost like a warning.
Again, I could only snivel and cum in reply.
Sweat built up over my eyebrow as I went through the routine under Carolyn’s watchful eye. Low being here had helped, however, and like always when he was present, I had yet to falter on one move.
Carolyn attempted to get Low to leave, but he’d told her no and that he was simply here to watch. I wasn’t sure if his reasoning was convincing or if it was the dangerous look in his eyes that made Carolyn relent, but I was happy either way. I needed him here.
Calvin and I had done the pas de deux perfectly, and now I was showing her my solo. By the time I landed in the final pose, my chest was heaving rapidly as I did my best not to smile at my success.
Once Carolyn began clapping while saying, “Perfect, Banks. Perfect,” I relaxed my posture and smiled brightly first at Low then at Nikita, who was watching me with a disdain filled expression. “Nikita, Dante. Let’s go.”
Calvin and I stood off to the side as Dante performed as perfectly as he could, while Nikita stumbled over several moves. She was messing up more than usual for someone with her skill and expertise, making me wonder if she was drunk or something. That was until I realized her eyes kept flitting to Low then away, just before she would stumble or totter.
Carolyn finally made them stop, admonishing Nikita embarrassingly before making her and Dante start over and telling Calvin and me we could go.
Making my way over to Low after telling Calvin goodbye, I whispered, “She’s nervous because of you, so maybe us leaving will help her.” I shook my head.
Low had come to practices before, and it was no problem, so I wondered what the fuck was different now.
Opening the door for me after grabbing my dance duffel bag, Low replied, “Yeah, she somewhat tried to proposition me, and I shut it down. Maybe that’s why she on edge or some shit.” He shrugged.
“Glad you said that because I was starting to think y’all messed around from when she first pressed you.” I raised a brow as he shook his head, amused by my accusations as he opened his passenger side door for me. “Didn’t wanna have to kill her ass.”
“You gon’ wanna kill every woman I don’ fucked?” He hesitated on closing the car door, looking down at me.
“Maybe.” I wiggled my brows before he shut the door, rounding the car with his fine, tall ass while peeping his surroundings.
“Read the texts that nigga sent you out loud,” he demanded as soon as he got into the car.
“Huh?” I frowned, utterly confused.
“Trayvon texted you and probably still is. Open the shit up and read it to me, starting from the night I had dinner with ya parents.” I stared at him until he sternly said, “Right now, Banks.”
Nodding, I reached into my bag for my phone, so nervous that I couldn’t exactly remember which pocket it was in.
I suddenly remembered his words from the night we had sex in the sunroom, and it all made sense. Trayvon had been texting, but I had yet to respond, having nothing to say. I never told Low because Trayvon was harmless and Low . . . wasn’t.
He pulled out of the lot, glancing over at me and nodding woodenly at my phone, non-verbally telling me to start reading.
“He just?—”
“I don’t want no summary. I want the date, time, and word for word. And Peep, I hope to God you ain’t respond.”
I did as I was told, telling him the dates and times, plus the texts of Trayvon telling me he missed me, that he knew I didn’t wanna be with Low, that he pressed him outside of Prolific Pointe, and other stuff he hoped would cajole me into coming back to him. I showed Low at a red light that I had yet to reply.
“He just does that, Low. I’m not gonna fall for it. I didn’t fall for it when you weren’t in the picture.”
“You hungry?” he quizzed, letting me know the conversation was over.
“Don’t kill him, Low.”
“I won’t. Answer the question.”
