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thirty two

troy; continued

"Nuh-uh, bye, Troy—" His shoe caught the door before it could shut in his face. Her brown, straight tresses shifted with her head angling to stare at the young man as a sigh released from her mouth. She admired his six-two handsomeness but knew what he had been up to these past few weeks. He looked and smelled good, but it didn't take away the fact he was back to his old ways.

      "Why you being like that Cara?" he asked, leaning his weight on one leg. He overhead voices inside her home. "You got guest over or something?"

      "Actually," Cara shut the door closer to her being, "I do. What you doing in Lynwood?"

      "Came to see you. What else?"

      "Wasn't you just running around wit' that pansy bitch or that singer?"

      Troy smirked, leaning over on the wall. "Thought you ain't care bout who I deal wit'?"

      "I don't.." Cara let a chuckle slip from her throat. "Amaury told me some of your people been looking for you? Shouldn't you be going home first?"

      "Who you talking to?"

      Saved by the bell, he thought; his gaze staring past Cara's head to the match the voice to the face. The door opened wider, revealing Cara's sister Ceiona.

      "Mmmmhm," Ceiona hums, lifting a brow and smirked; she held a glass of wine in her hand. "Ain't you my nephew big cousin? What you doing over here without him here?"

      "Ceiona, mind your business before you get sent home." Cara warned, and her little sister hummed again with an eye roll. "What's up Troy?"

      "Sound like y'all having a good li'l time." he stated, leaning off the wall. "I won't bother you no longer."

      Cara watched him walk off, and he reached the end of her home's walkway. She called after him, and he turned. She push the door open wider and gestured for him to walk back with her head.

      "Scuse me," he said respectfully, walking between Cara and her sister; Ceiona eyeing her sister knowing and questionable. She gave her the eye that they would talk later on.

      Troy was led to the living room that sat two more women: Cara's other sister Camoira and Cara's friend.

      "Ooh! Who is this handsome fella?"

      Troy's eyes met the friends browns, taking in her sun-kissed peanut butter complexion and wavy hair. "Troy."

      "He done the mural of Wyno." Cara informed, gesturing to the painting as she stood beside Troy and offered him a glass of wine; he accepted.

      "Oh.. you're that Troy..."

      His brows went into a deep furrow immediately, silencing his phone from Hailey calling. "I disgust you?" he ask boldly.

      "No.." she said, standing up in preparation to leave. "Disappointed? Yes."

      "We know each other?"

      "Tiffany Murphy," Her eyes met his again. "I'm Walter Murphy's wife and from what my husband tells me, we are kin." she shook her head, scoffing. "Let me call it a night. I have a early flight."

      Troy watched his distance relative round the sectional and embrace Cara. "Disappointed you?"

      "Troy, leave it." Cara said.