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★★The Present: BROOKLYN, NY★★
Omniscient POV
Xolani slammed the door in Devante's face, letting out a loud expletive as she stormed back up the stairs. She didn't need this bullshit right now, not after the day she'd had. She could hear Devante's muffled voice through the door, still trying to talk his way in.
"Open the door, Xolani. I just wanna talk to you, baby. Please."
She shook her head, annoyed. She had no interest in talking to him, let alone seeing him. Not after what he'd done.
She heard footsteps on the stairs and turned to see Az, her boyfriend, coming up to join her. He looked pissed.
"What the fuck is he doing here?" he demanded, glaring at the door.
Xolani sighed. "I have no idea. I didn't invite him."
"Well, he's not getting in," Az said firmly. "I won't let him."
