Five years after a betrayal that tore their world apart, Dime and Trevon's paths cross in unexpected ways. As attraction blooms in the shadows of their complicated past, they must face secrets that could change everything. In a world where trust is...
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TREVON'S APARTMENT DETROIT, MI | 4:30 PM
Dime sat at the small kitchen table, her arms crossed as she watched Trevon move around the stove. The apartment was thick with the smell of sizzling bacon and eggs, but her appetite was nowhere to be found. He had managed to grab a few things from her house—clothes, a couple of personal items—but the place was still a crime scene, and she wasn't allowed to stay there. So, here she was, stuck with Trevon in his cramped apartment, unable to shake the feeling of being trapped.
Trevon glanced over his shoulder at her, spatula in hand. "You gonna eat?" he asked, his voice light but with a hint of impatience.
Dime didn't bother to look up. "Not hungry," she said flatly. She could feel his eyes on her, but she didn't care. Every time she looked at him, her irritation only grew. He followed her everywhere, even to her hair salon, sitting in the corner like a silent shadow while she worked. She'd fought him on it, but her money was running low, and the only way she could keep up her hair business was to let him be there. It was as if she couldn't get a moment to herself, couldn't breathe without him hovering over her.
Trevon's movements were quick and precise as he dumped the eggs onto a plate, adding the crispy bacon beside them. He set the plate in front of her with a dull clink and sat down opposite, staring her down like he was daring her to take a bite.
Dime didn't even look at the food. "I told you, I'm not hungry," she said, her voice flat.
Trevon's jaw tightened. "You need to eat something."
She shoved the plate away with a sudden burst of anger. "I said I'm not fucking hungry!" Her voice was sharp, cutting through the silence between them.
His eyes darkened, "Watch yo fucking mouth before I put a bullet in it"
Dime felt a chill run down her spine. She knew he was serious, but she didn't care. She was angry, scared, and frustrated, and she needed someone to blame.
"If that's the only way I can get away from you, do it."
"Yo ass so ungrateful and dramatic. You aint got nowhere else to go and you complain every fucking day, I don't have to be looking out for you, I coulda left yo ass in the streets that night so them niggas coulda blew ya face off"
"You act like you're protecting me and I'm trying to understand that but then you go and follow me everywhere I go, I had to beg you to finally get my phone back and you go through my messages like I'm a child, and quite frankly, you talk to me like shit"
Trevon rolled his eyes, "Stop playing victim, yo ass started talking crazy first"
Dime sighed, not having anymore energy to go back and forth, her voice low, "Okay, can I be alone?"
He studied her for a moment, his eyes flicking over her face, lingering on her lips. Without a word, he stood and left the room. Dime exhaled slowly, the tension easing from her shoulders. Alone at last, she thought to herself, a bit of relief washing over her.
