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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The upstairs bathroom had that faintly dim glow from the old lightbulb, buzzing faintly like it was tired of doing its job. Dime stood in front of the mirror, yanking her curls into a high ponytail with practiced ease. She tied the hair tie tight, pulling it one more final time until she was pleased.
Her reflection stared back at her, eyes a little tired, she had been up all night thinking about that kiss.
Trevon had ignored her presence all day, it was irritating her to say the least.
Downstairs, the silence was thick. No TV, no music, just the sound of Trevon's deliberate movements—like he didn't have a care in the world. She had given him more than enough time to say something, but all he did was sit there, quiet and smug.
"I hate this nigga", She muttered to herself as she headed out of the bathroom.
Her sweatpants swished as she moved, and her tank top clung snug to her as she made her way down the creaky stairs, the tension building with each step.
In the living room, Trevon was stretched out on the couch, leaning forward as he counted stacks of cash on the coffee table. His hands moved steadily, flipping through the bills like they'd personally offended him. A small digital scale sat next to him, along with a few small baggies he hadn't touched yet.
Dime crossed her arms and leaned against the doorway, her glare locked on him. "So you just kiss bitches and ignore them, huh?"
Trevon paused mid-count, his fingers brushing a twenty-dollar bill. Without looking up, he smirked faintly, like she'd just said something funny.
"Pretty much," he said dryly, his tone as smooth as it was dismissive. "Whatchu want me to say, Toya?"
Her jaw tightened instantly. "First of all, stop calling me Toya. I told you I go by Dime now."
"Oh yeah?" He glanced up lazily, his smirk widening. "Guess I missed the memo."
"What else you miss?" she shot back, stepping further into the room. "How about an explanation? Or, I don't know, acknowledging me? You been purposely ignoring me all day..."
