Playtime Rules

Rule #21 Friends First

She was in so much pain, and not just from getting a few licks from her former best friend, but from the pain of betrayal.

The one person she trusted most in the world. She had no one else that was there for her through all the bad times. She used to tell Tamyra everything. She was her ride-or-die, or so she thought. All the time scheming and plotting behind her back. Tamyra was her escape when she wanted to get away from her parents. Her go-to when she was an orphan child. Her confidant when her longtime boyfriend ghosted her.

Tamyra never was her friend.

It still hurt her to the core.

"Yancy, tell me what happened?"

She did not want to talk about it. All this came out because JeVonte told her what happened. He did not have to. He could have kept it inside, brushed it off as nothing. Now he was in the middle of it and did not deserve that.

"Baby," he kissed her forehead. "Come on in the house."

She walked inside the house with him, but she still did not know how to explain what was going on. Not that she was jealous her friend and her ex-best friend had been fucking behind her back for years. She had no feelings whatsoever for that creep. Hopefully, she would never see those two again.

"Are you okay? Sit, let me clean up those scratches."

He left her on the sofa and walked away. She needed to lie down. That's when the tears started again.

She was so alone. She did not even want to call Janelle or Cassietta. What if they were backstabbers as well? She always thought men were the worst dogs, that lie and hurt you the most. Females did it as well. And the one she called her friend.

Maybe she was the problem. Hurt people hurt people, and she was hurt. Too much pain in her life, another reason her guards were always up when entering a new relationship.

JeVonte came back with a first aid kit. He wiped her tears first, then put something on her cuts that stung a bit and she swatted him away.

"Babe, sorry, but I have to."

"Leave me, I deserve it, I'm a bad person."

"No, you're not." He continued to clean her scratches, then put an ointment on them. "Is this about your friend Tamyra? Did you go confront her? Baby, you didn't have to do that. I have no interest in that girl and I told her that."

"This wasn't about you," she cried out to him. "She shouldn't have done it, I had to call her out on that. But it's more than that."

"Then what? Tell me she did this to you and I will-"

"Do what?" she grimaced at him. "Don't worry, I gave it to her worse."

"Hold still while I put these bandages on you. I don't want this pretty face scarred."

She sat there while he patiently put bandages on her scratches. Now he was her doctor. Her boyfriend, her friend, her everything. She could not believe she was going to let him go because of how much money he made. He was the type of guy she needed in her life right now.

"Can you just hold me tonight?"

"Sure."

She undressed and changed into one of his shirts to sleep in then slipped into his bed. Never mind that it was still early and she had not even eaten dinner. She could not think of anything except forgetting about everything that happened in the day.

"You're stressed babe," JeVonte said and rubbed her cheek. "That's not good for you. Can I give you a massage?"

"Are you trying to get some sexy time...because I am not in the mood." Something she had never said in her life.