𝓑𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓑𝓮 •𝓙𝓪 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓽 (paused)

13.

"M-marry you?"

Ja doesn't respond, pushing me back into the passenger's seat. He remains silent and begins driving to an unknown destination.

"Ja, you can't just ignore me," I finally speak up, grabbing his hand that gripped the steering wheel tightly. He allows me to hold it, but doesn't even glance my way or let a word fall. "I guess you deaf."

"Man," is all he says before letting my hand go and pulling into an unfamiliar drive way. There's a limo out front, and two big bodyguards at the entrance. The house though, is huge. "Fuck them bitches do here bro."

"Who," I finally speak up and he ignores me.

"Stay inside," he tells me, parking and opening the door.

"The hell you mean stay inside," I yell, opening my door.

"Get in the car Y/n," he shouts and I ignore him, stepping out.

"Nah," I say, pulling my phone out and pulling up the Uber app. "You got bitches here, Youn need me."

"Fuck are you talking about," he replies in frustration, approaching me. He snatches my phone out my hand.

"I know you didn't just-"

"Stop acting like a bitch bro-" I smack him across his face before he can finish his sentence, grabbing my phone and walking away. Drunk words are sober thoughts. I look back and he's standing there, touching his face. I grunt, purchasing my Uber and standing patiently at the mailbox.

"Y/n," I hear his voice utter, close to me.

"I'm a bitch remember? Leave me alone!"

"You know damn well Ian mean that shit in that way man," he responds and I shake my head.

"Yet you said it. Fuck you and this bullshit. You got bitches to tend to, Jamel."

"First of fucking all," he grabs me by my collar and pulls me up. I still smell the marijuana on his breath. "I'll beat your ass right here, Y/n. Watch your tone, watch your mouth and sit the fuck down and be patient instead of jumping to conclusions. I may be high but I'm sober enough to knock you out. Play you lay."

I remain still, staring up at him as his chest rises and falls quickly. I gulp, not responding.

"Get your ass in that car," he commands, and I don't fight it because I'm not sure what he's capable of. I don't wanna poke the bear any further. I get into the car, and remains at the passenger door. I stare at him and he stares back at me. His eyes are lightly painted red and accompanied by bags deeper than Birkin.

He reaches over to my face and I flinch, not knowing what to expect but instead of harming me, he caresses my cheek and pulls my face towards his. His breath still tainted with weed, our foreheads touch and he lets out a groan.

"Ian mean to act like that but you bring out a side me that I'm scared of," he rants. He lifts my face up with his index finger, searching my face for an emotion other than fear. There isn't one. "You don't understand none of how I feel for you. I only known you for a lil minute but you changed me. You like a fucking drug all by yourself. I cried to my mom about you, scared you was gon leave me if we couldn't find away out of this shit. Coach putting me in therapy cuz I can't even think straight on the court. When I'm not around you I'm someone I don't wanna be, and I refuse to let you leave me. Don't leave me, ma. Please don't leave me."

I stare up at him, and his tear falls onto my face. He eagerly awaits my answer but I don't know how to respond. It's a lot for him but it's a lot for me too. But I don't ever want to lose him, but given the circumstances I might not even have a choice.

"I won't go Ja," I respond, and his heart starts to beat again. He finally breathes, like he's been holding his breath since he finished talking. "I'm scared Ja. What we're doing can ruin both our lives. I can lose so much, you can too. Ask yourself right now, am I worth losing everything you've worked so hard for?"

He takes a deep breath and grabs my hand.

"Y/n, you're right," he starts, causing me to hold my breath this time. "It's scary. Our careers may be over if we get out, we can lose so much. But don't you get it? My life can never be ruined because you are my life. You're worth losing my job, my friends. Hell, if my family cut me off I wouldn't let you go. You're worth dying for. I'll take my chances with the court, just say the word. All it takes is for you to say the word."

My own tears swell and fall. My heart has never felt this way before. I've never been so confused, so scared, so anxious, so stressed. I've never been so in love. The way he looks at me tells me all I need to know.

"I love you-"

"Temetrius," a woman's voice coos and we both look back to see another girl. She was, as every woman in Ja's life seems to be, beautiful. None of the girls ever seem to look like me, and I can't help but wonder why he even entertains my existence.

"The fuck are you doing at my house," he answers back, moving away from the car. I grab his arm and he pulls away from me, reaching back to interlock our hands.

"The fuck you cussing at me for? This this bitch you went ghost for?"

"Watch that bitch word," Ja barks, and I pull him closer to me because this man is not scared to hit a woman apparently. We don't need any more problems with the law.

"Ha," she laughs sarcastically and rolls her eyes. "This shit again? Yo ass get so wrapped up in a female and then when they wanna commit yo ass back down and come back to me. How many times I gotta tell you you ain't no family man. You belong in the streets with me!"

"Don't nobody want your humpty dumbty built ass. Get the fuck off my property before I make security throw you off," he responds and I let go of his hand. My mind begins to wander and I question if anything she says was true.

"You was just with me last week my nigga," she laughs. "Butt imma dip I guess. Text me, baby. You know you always do."

"Fuck off."

I grab my phone and stare down at it, beginning to go over every scenario in my head of what could have happened last week. I don't wanna believe her but something tells me I should. I'm guessing she leaves along with her friends, who I glanced at as they left.

Jamel turns to me and I ignore him, hurting.

"Look, she-"

"Just take me home. I'm not really in the mood to talk about it."

"Ion give a fuck bout you and a mood. That bitch-"

"I don't care Ja. Just take me home."

"Y/n-"

He's interrupted once again by my phone going off. Someone sent me a video.

A video of me and Jamel making out in his car.

You wouldn't want the world seeing you sleep with your clients husbands would you?👀🤔

Maybe