Worthy of Sin

Twenty-Three

*excuse any errors*

Sincere 'Sin' Jones || November 1998

I couldn't even process what I was feelin' right now... Here I was with another girl, but I was livid watchin' my ex have the time of her life wit' another nigga.

What was intended to be an enjoyable night quickly turned into a miserable one. I had Karmen all up on me, in my ear tryna go dance but I wasn't havin' it.
I didn't need to be in any closer proximity to Zo than I already was. Plus, after what happened the last time Zo and Karmen saw each other, I needed to keep the two of them the far away from one another.

I didn't have time for the drama from either one of them. Instead, we stayed in our section and she danced on me while she got drunk.

I couldn't help but feel envious as I watched her interact with him.

She was smilin' the same way she smiled wit' me. You would've thought she knew that nigga forever the way she was all up on him and cheesin' in his face. It made me curious as to how long she really claimed to know this nigga. Hell, for all I know she would've been fuckin' him to get back at me way before I even found out.

That wasn't even in Zo's character, though. Bein' honest, I was disgusted wit' how happy she was wit' him because that should've been me.

When I first cut her off, I thought I was okay with us bein' apart and her seein' another nigga. Honestly, I thought she would've folded and came runnin' back to me by now. Since she didn't, I was bothered.

Did she really get over me that quick? What did the nigga have that I didn't? From the looks of it, the nigga was a fuckin' dirtbag. He ain't have no jewels, so I know he ain't have dough like that. Judging from that, that meant he couldn't even take care of her the way I did.

It was an obvious downgrade, so what the fuck did she really see in him?

It took everything in me not to leave my section and go fuck wit' her. The only thing that was stoppin' me was Karmen, and the drama that came wit' her being here wit' me.

So, I took a different approach.

I stared at her, acknowledged her with small gestures and I even sent her a drink— she didn't accept it. I wasn't expectin' her to, but the fact it didn't even phase her had me fucked up.

What really blew me, though, was how she was practically actin' like she ain't know me, and that wasn't sittin' right wit' me. She was actin' like she was fuckin' wit' me barely even a month ago, now she ain't know a nigga.

It was almost comical.

What really had me hot is when she left wit' this nigga. Shit, my night was practically over after that so after allowing Karmen to tire herself out with a few more lap dances, we rolled out.

While I drove, the liquor was in control of Karmen in this moment. She was always wild, but with her being under the influence, she was buggin' right now. She kept tryna reach for my dick and leaning in to kiss me and shit. Beckoning for me to pull over.

I really wasn't in the mood for all this shit, and after pushing her off of me twice, her mood switched. "What's wrong with you, Sincere? You been actin' like this all night. You was cool when you picked me up, then it's like a switch flipped,"

She stared at me intensely, but I kept my gaze ahead. I really wasn't in the mood to do all this talkin' and shit, but I knew she would keep pressin' the issue.

"It's cause of that bitch, ain't it?" I could hear the bitterness laced in her tone. Her eyes seemed to be burning a hole in the side of my face, but I wouldn't look at her.