Mixed Signals

Chapter Sixteen

Dre's P.o.v

It took me a second to comprehend what she had just said.

"Yea, you're welcomed to."

"Ok, you sure?"

"Yes. I'm positive."

"Would it be a problem?"

"Nah, ma. You good." I thought about my guest room that's slowly turning into my sister's room.

"Ok. Thank you."

"No problem."

"You ready to go?"

"Yes"

She grabbed her keys and purse and lead the way out of waffle house and I tipped our waiter 12 dollars. I didn't watch her ass because I was taking note of her demeanor. She seemed relaxed but stressed at the same time. I was still loving the way she looked; hair braided, leggings, oversized shirt, and no makeup. Natural beauty. We went our separate ways and I jumped in my car and headed towards my crib. She followed closely behind. I peeped in my rearview mirror and saw her singing along to a song. I shook my head at the thought of her at my house . In one of my guest beds.. I reminded myself because I keep picturing her in my bed, shower, and on my  kitchen counter. I wanted to light a blunt but that wouldn't do anything but make me horny as fuck. We passed through a couple red lights and dodged stop signs. When I finally got home I reversed my car and parked with my trunk facing the house. Mya parked in front of me and got out talking on the phone. I looked at her and she rolled her eyes clearly annoyed. 

"Yes I'm fine. I'm safe. Yes I'm sure. I'll see you in the morning. Or evening."

I opened the front door, listening to her conversation. I flicked on the light and headed towards my room. Still listening to Mya.

"Look I really don't feel like arguing with you. I was home. You wasn't. I left... Now you wanna care. Goodbye.."

She hung up and I saw that as my key to come back in. I saw her sitting on the couch rubbing her temples. I sat beside her and put my arm around her, she rested her head on my chest and moments later I heard a soft whimper letting me know she was crying. That hit me hard. I would never break her heart.. But for her to be heart broken by another nigga makes me angry. I lifted her face so that she was staring into my eyes.

"Don't cry shawty. You're here with me. Don't worry about him. I got you. You understand me?"

She nodded yes. My eyes dropped down to her lips and I couldn't resist. I kissed her and she willingly joined in. We kissed for about three minutes then she broke the kiss. 

"Do you have covers ?"

"Actually, instead of you sleeping on my couch you can take the guestroom."

"Ok , that's great."

I grabbed her hand and lead her upstairs to the room. I wished I was leading her up to my bed. To make her feel better; not even for sex. I just wanna hold her... As of she was mine. I shook my head because the only reason she's here is because the one who she belong to ain't acting right. Some bullshit.

"Well here it is"

I turned on the lights and waited for her to speak. 

"You have a really nice place"

"Thank you. And make yourself at home. Everything is open to you. The fridge is full and the water is warm so get comfy."

"Ok thanks."

"My room is straight across if you need me"

"Ok"

"You tired?"

"Yes." She looked exhausted.

"Awww, can I have a good night hug?"

She held her arms out and I stepped into her embrace. We hugged and I knew this was were she needed to be. But I had to give her the time to realize that herself.