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Imani's POV
"Brandon?" I shouted seeing him.
"Yo, what the fuck?"he asked.
"How did you get in here?" I asked him.
"You got a nigga in between your thighs and you questioning me?"
"Who is this Imani?" G asked calmly.
"I-I don't know." I said pulling at my hair a little.
"You don't know who he is?" They both asked.
"She know who the fuck I am, I'm her nigga."
Chef G laughed. "Oh really?"
"No,you're not my 'N' word. I don't have an 'N' word." I rolled my eyes.
"So what is this?" He asked, I could tell he was fuming.
I sat quietly, not really knowing how to approach this situation that I am way too drunk to handle.
"So who leaving Imani? Him or me?" G asked adding fuel to the fire.
"Motherfucker you." Brandon said.
"Young blood." Grant shook his head.
"Nigga what?"
"You might want to slow up."
"Who you talking to?"
"You. You excited over a woman who ain't even yours and if she was, and you were doing your job I wouldn't have to be on my knees doing what I do." He said pulling down his shirt.
"That's that shit now you might want to slow up." Brandon said pulling out his gun.
"Put that away in my house." I said thinking about all of the money that would get shot through if he decided to shoot in my house.
Brandon clenched his jaw and put it away.
Grant shook his head. "Listen baby girl, when you ready to deal with a man. A real man who ain't about all the bullshit, call me." Grant said and got up, walking around to leave me and Brandon looking at each other.
"Oh." Grant said. "Keep this, tonight's event was on the house, and what you gave me after was a great tip." He said and kissed me right in front of Brandon after placing the check I wrote him on the side table. "Good Night." He said dragging his teeth across my lip until hearing Brandon set his gun.
He left out finally, and I sat looking everywhere except at Brandon.
"So this what the fuck we do?" He asked me.
"Brandon-"
"Don't say shit to me! For real?" He asked yelling. "I'm sitting here racking my motherfucking brain trying to make shit right with you and you do this shit? Let some nigga kiss up and feel up on you? Huh?" He yelled.
"Stop yelling at me in my god damn house one, and two we aren't together. You aren't my boyfriend, my fiancé or my husband. Hell we aren't even dating! Your problem is you're so used to a woman doing whatever whenever you find it fit. News flash I am not that bitch and he is not a Nigga! He's a man." I said extremely pissed off at this point.
He moved a few steps closer to me, making sure no personal space was left in between us.
"You're mine okay?" He asked.
