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“Can I help you?” I asked.
I was already annoyed so I hoped this wasn’t some girl Ahmad was dealing with because I wasn’t in the mood for this.
The girl looked me up and down.
“If you’re not Ahmad, then no.” I frowned.
The girl stared at me with a snide smirk on her face. The more she stared at me, the more pissed off I got. If Ahmad was messing with the both of us, I was going to flip out. My heart was about to beat out of my chest thinking of Ahmad dealing with someone else when we had just agreed to be together.
The girl was pretty, though; I’ll give him that. Her hair was black, parted down the middle running down her back. I was sure it wasn’t hers. Her eyes were chinky, lips plumped. The girl’s skin was the color of coffee with light cream, and even though she was sitting down, I could tell she was stacked just by how big her chest was.
Headlights appeared and I watched Ahmad pull into his driveway. He jumped out of the car with an unhappy look on his face.
“What the hell are you doing here?” He asked the girl with nothing but venom dripping from his voice.
I was taken aback by his tone because I had never heard him sound so upset.
The girl stood up and wiped her hands over her jeans. Just as I thought, she was stacked. Her hips were wide and her waist was slim, but you could see a small pudge in her stomach.
“I wanted to talk.” Her voice was shaky.
Ahmad stood next to me as I glared up at him. His face was tight and his eyes were cut into slits.
“We don’t have shit to talk about.”
I looked back and forth between the two, now completely lost. “Ahmad, who is this?”
“I’m Kylie, his fiancée.”
CHAPTER 18
Ahmad
What I didn’t expect was to pull up to my house and see Kylie’s triflin’ ass on my porch waiting for me. I hadn’t seen her in months and I was hoping it would stay like that.
A sea of different emotions hit me as soon as my eyes landed on her. Mostly negative ones. Nothing would ever come of me and her again, so I wasn’t sure why she had shown up at my house.
“Ex fiancée,” I corrected her. I glanced down at Fatima and she looked lost.
“This is her? The girl that hurt you?” Fatima asked lowly.
I pulled on my bottom lip with my teeth and nodded. Slowly running my tongue over my top teeth, I frowned at Kylie. She looked the same, still pretty as hell, but I knew behind that pretty face was a grimy ass female.
I stepped closer to Fatima and wrapped my arm around her shoulders, pulling her to my side. Her body was tense, and I knew this situation probably wasn’t sitting well with her.
“Nah, me and my girl got plans.”
Kylie looked down at Fatima with her nose turned up. “After all we been through you can’t have a conversation with me?”
“All conversing ended with us after I walked in on you with another nigga.” Kylie’s cheeks instantly turned red.
“It was a mistake. You were so busy with your shop that I got lonely and found comfort in someone else.”
“So, the fact that you were lonely made you step out and fuck another nigga in our bed? In my damn house? Kylie, go tell that shit to someone else. I wasn’t perfect, but I was a good ass nigga to you.”
“I know that now. I should have been more open with you and told you how I was feeling. I was wrong and I regret stepping out on you. I still love you though, Ahmad. I want us to try to fix this.”
I quietly took Kylie in as she stared at me with sad eyes. Those same light brown eyes that would normally have me eating out the palm of her hands. I could see the regret on Kylie’s face. She looked defeated.
