𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄

𝟏𝟕.

📍𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐎, 𝐈𝐋
𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷 𝟷𝟹𝚃𝙷, 𝟷𝟸:𝟸𝟶 𝙰𝙼
ʟᴀᴋᴀᴇʟᴀ’ꜱ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ

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It was too damn late.

I stayed up until this time cause I was waiting on Tremani. He was flying out to here for me and should have arrived by now.

I sipped on my glass of wine as I paced around my apartment, trying not to be worried.

I saw my phone ring and I answered, seeing as it was my granny.

“Sweetie, you better come down here right now,” she started.

“It’s pretty late to come over, don’t you think?” I whined and she smacked her lips.

“Not to my house honey, your salon.”

My heart sank and I tensed.

“What bout my salon?”

“I don’t think I should tell you this over the phone, you should see for yourself.”

“O-kay, I’m on my way.” I hung up.

I rushed to my bedroom and put on my sneakers and hoodie. But I paused, hearing a knock.

I went to open the door and was met with Tremani. I gasped and jumped into his arms.

He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing him hungrily.

“I was worried about you baby.” I frowned and caressed his cheek.

“Nothing to worry about, you know I’m a G.”

“Look at you tryna seem tough, but I been seen your soft spot, G.” I rolled my eyes, chuckling.

“Yea whatever. I missed you ma,” he cheesed, pinching my cheek.

I smiled widely but scrunched my face as I smelled something- a weird scent on him.

I paused, then looked sideways and spotted a hickey on his neck too.

My heart dropped- he must’ve been with that hoodrat Steph. Why he keep doing this to me?

With the bitch that put a fucking hit out on me!

I mugged him and got down from his arms.

I tried to walk past him remembering my gran’s call, but he rushed to block the doorway.

“Aye, you good mama?” he asked and I nodded.

“I don’t think so.” He furrowed his eyebrows. “What’s going on?”

I shrugged and looked down, holding back tears as I fiddled with my necklace.

I didn’t wanna confront him cause he was finna deny it, then we’d get into a fight, and he’d leave.

“Don’t be mad when I do this then,” he spoke, standing behind me.

I turned to face him, but he quickly picked me off my feet and threw me on his shoulder.

“What you doing?” I giggled.

“Tryna make you feel better.”

I pouted and rolled my eyes as I let him take me to my bedroom.

He laid me down on my bed and hovered over me. I could just see him doing this with Steph while he stared into my eyes.

I gagged!

He leaned down to my lips, closing his eyes, but I pushed him off me and looked at him crazy.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” I huffed. “How you think fucking is gon make me feel better?”

“I don’t know, I was just improvising.”

“Do that to other bitches, not me,” I told him and turned to lay on my other side.

“I love you, and I’ma marry you, you know that?”

“Mmcht, fuck outta here with that bullshit.”

He let out a deep sigh, grabbed a fleece blanket, and put it on top of me.

He then laid behind me and wrapped his arm around me while I silently cried into my pillow.

I got a notification on my phone when he’d dozed off and I checked it out.

“Noo!” I shouted, seeing the message.

I couldn’t believe the picture I was seeing.

How could Steph do this to me?

Setting my salon on fire! Now, she took it too far, and for what? A nigga that already got a girl?

My heart started pounding against my chest, and my whole body shook as tears fell on the screen of my phone.

That salon was special to me- it wasn’t just a business, it was a connection to my late mom.