Page 42 of When Love Becomes A Need
She threw her hands up. “I’m just saying, I think Fatima is seeing someone.” I frowned.
“What does that have to do with me?” I tried to play it off, but the thought of Fatima possibly seeing someone had me fuming.
“Don’t act like you two weren’t flirting at your shop. I saw the way y’all were looking at each other. Anyway, the last few times I’ve seen her, she’s been smiling all hard and happy. Her walk was even different. She denied it, but that’s thatI’m getting good dicklife. If you don’t stop being so standoffish, you might miss your chance.”
I stared at Autumn with my eyes narrowed. Her words played in my head. Obviously, Fatima hadn’t shared with her the night we spent together, or this conversation would have gone a whole different direction. Autumn would be picking out wedding colors right now.It did make me feel good inside though, knowing our night together had Fatima smiling and happy.
“Have fun on your date and don’t fall in love after one night,” I told her, then continued out the door.
“Whatever, take your lonely ass home to be by yourself.”
I chuckled. “I’ll see you this weekend,” I told her, stepping outside as she shut her door behind me.
As I headed to my car, I glanced over at Fatima’s house. Her car was outside, so I knew she was home.
Just like earlier, I was heading to her door before I could stop myself.
I knocked on her door and then shoved my hands in my pockets, waiting for her to answer.
After a few minutes, the door opened, but Fatima wasn’t the one that answered. “Can I help you?” the girl asked, looking me up and down.
“Yeah, Fatima here?”
The girl raised an eyebrow and looked me up and down again.
“Isabella, who is it?” Fatima’s voice sounded behind her.
“Some fine ass man looking for you. You holding out on me?” I chuckled and grabbed the back of my neck.
“Fine ass man?” I could hear the confusion in Fatima’s voice.
The door opened wider and there she was, in some cloth shorts and a sports bra. I licked my lips.
“Ahmad?” her eyes grew.
“Ahmad,huh?” her friend teased.
Fatima cut her eyes to her before stepping outside, closing the door behind her.
“What are you doing here?” Fatima asked me, crossing her arms and staring at me, confused.
Again, I grabbed the back of my neck. “Shit, to be honest, I don’t know. I stopped by my sister’s house and was about to head home, but I wanted to see you for real.” Fatima stared at me, shocked.
Her door opened and Isabella stepped outside. “I’m about to go meet Charles. I’ll call you later.”
“Don’t let him lie his way between your legs!” Fatima called after her.
“You just worry about that man getting between yours.” Isabella looked at me and I smiled at her.
She turned to Fatima and winked.
Fatima’s cheeks grew red and she shook her head. “You got anything planned for the rest of the day?” I asked her.
She shook her head. “I was going to go over some photos. Besides that, no.”
“Come hang out with me.” The words flew out my mouth before I was able to stop them.
“Ahmad, just because we had sex doesn’t mean you have to come over here and try to spend time with me. I’m not going to get offended if we don’t speak after.”
