Every Kind Of Way.

do the crime.

Zachary

"Zac you okay?" Fatima asked me as we sat at the table eating dinner. After receiving the text, I didn't know how to go about it. All I was thinking about was keeping my people safe. This person clearly knows too much.

"Y-yea i'm good baby." I respond looking up at her with a smile. I knew I didn't convince her when she dropped her fork and crossed her arms.

"You're lying. You've been quiet since earlier, what is it?"

I shook my head, "I'm trying to process it."

"I'll give you time to process and I want you to talk to me because if it bothers you, it bothers both of us. I just don't want to push you."

"Thank you." I zoned out of the conversation that Ti and Leon were having a long time ago. It's not like they include me anyways which I have no problem with. I love watching their relationship flourish especially since Leon looked to Ti as a big sister.

But this text though. I read it..shit I don't know how many times. I was trying to figure out who knows me and the people around me to that extent but I keep finding a dead end. I don't go out in public often nor am I in public with my girl, period. It has to be someone in our circle, that's the only explanation for this but nobody would play like that.

I'll figure it out.

We finished eating, Leon and I cleaned the kitchen and by the time it was time for him to go to bed Lena was home from work. A while after he went home he texted me saying she grilled him, as expected. While Ti was taking a bath, I was staring at the text message. This shit is really bothering me. While doing so, another message came through.

Unknown

You have until 2 am.

Whoever this is that's playing on my phone is about to be in for a rude awakening. "Babe come here please." I hear from my bathroom. I closed my phone, put it in my pocket, and got up joining my baby in the bathroom.

I sat on the edge of the tub and took in the sight before me. Her hair in a bun. Her natural and beautiful face. Those pretty brown eyes I can't get enough of. Shit, the fuckin bubbles are covering my second favorite part of her.

God, I thank you.

"You okay?" She asked me. "I'm better now that I got this amazing view." I won't lie, she makes everything better.

"Thank you. Seriously, you good?"

"Yes i'm okay. I'm just in my head."

"Still not ready to talk about it?"

"No, i'll let you know when I know more."

"Okay. You work tomorrow?"

"Yes, at six."

"We'll get in bed, i'll be in there after my shower."

"I can't join you?"

"No, you literally just took a shower."

"So?"

"No baby, I like to touch you and you know where that leads us. You have to get up early and I want you to rest."

"We sleep in the same bed with minimal clothing, what's the difference. You get handsy in the shower, in the bed, in the closet, in the kitchen, on the couch, in the car-"

"I get it, I got it baby. Now get out."

"You don't have to be so mean, you called me in here."

"I know, give me a kiss and close the door behind you. Thank you."