ARE YOU DOWN
Chapter 5 : The Morning After
Riqo Point Of View
The next morning, the sun was barely up when I felt Egypt shift next to me. I kept my eyes closed, listening as she tried to move slow, like she ain't wanna wake me. She must've thought I was sleep.
I wasn't.
I felt the bed dip as she got up, and I cracked one eye open, watchin' her pull on some shorts and a tank top. She grabbed her phone off the nightstand, slid her feet into them little slides she always wore, and started tiptoein' to the door.
She thought she was slick.
"Aye, where you goin'?" My voice was low, scratchy from sleep, but firm enough to make her stop in her tracks.
She turned around, arms crossed, tryin' to look like she wasn't just sneakin' out. "To work."
I sat up, resting against the headboard. "Nah, the fuck you not."
She sighed, her head tilting back like she was askin' God for patience. "Riqo—"
"Nah, Ion wanna hear it," I cut her off. "Didn't we just talk about this last night?"
"We talked," she said, brows raised. "I ain't say I was quittin'."
I swung my legs over the bed and leaned forward, elbows on my knees. "What part of 'I got you' ain't register, Juice?"
She let out a bitter laugh, shakin' her head. "See? This the shit I be talkin' about! You just decide somethin', and I'm s'posed to fall in line, huh? You don't get to run me, Riqo."
I stood up, walkin' towards her slow. "I ain't tryna run you," I said, voice calm but laced with heat. "I'm tryna take care of you."
She sucked her teeth, turnin' for the door. "I don't need takin' care of."
Before she could touch the handle, I grabbed her waist and spun her back around. She gasped, her hands pressed against my chest, but I held her there, real close, so she had no choice but to look up at me.
"You do," I murmured, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip. "You just don't wanna admit it."
Her breathing was shallow now, her eyes locked on mine. That attitude of hers was still there, but I could feel her soften, just a little.
"Egypt," I said, low and slow, lettin' her name roll off my tongue. "Tell me you wanna go back to that club, lettin' them niggas touch on you, throwin' money at you like you ain't worth more than that."
She clenched her jaw, tryna look away, but I wasn't lettin' that happen. I lifted her chin with my fingers, makin' her meet my gaze.
"Tell me that's what you really want," I challenged.
She stayed quiet, her lips partin' like she had somethin' to say but couldn't get it out.
"Yeah," I nodded, my grip on her waist tightenin' just a bit. "That's what I thought."
She let out a slow breath, her hands ballin' into my shirt. "You make shit so complicated," she muttered.
I smirked, leanin' down so our lips were inches apart. "Nah, ma. I make shit simple."
And then I kissed her. Slow, deep, lettin' her feel every word I wasn't sayin'. She fought it for all of two seconds before meltin' into me, her hands slidin' up to my neck, pullin' me closer.
My fingers dug into her hips, remindin' her exactly who she belonged to.
When we finally pulled apart, she rested her forehead against mine, breathin' heavy.
"You stayin' home today," I told her, my voice final.
She didn't argue this time. Just let out a little huff before mumblin', "I hate you."
I chuckled, grabbin' her chin. "Nah, you love me. You just ain't ready to say it yet."
