Bedroom Boom

Chapter 31

 "I need to speak with you." Telay said aggressively snatching Pepsi into the bathroom. "What the fuck is he doing here?" Telay asked pissed that Teflon was sitting in their hotel room when she woke up.

"Lay, chill he's cool trust me. Do you think I would do anything to hurt us? Tef is cool, if anything he can help us." Pepsi explained. Telay looked at her disappointed.

"Pep, I thought you were smarter than this. This nigga is gone get you killed. I'm getting the fuck out of here." Telay slammed the bathroom door shut on her way out. Teflon was sitting on the bed playing with his phone. His hair was pulled back into a big ponytail. He looked like every woman's dream. He was fine as fuck, but for Telay he was a fine ass nightmare. She started to walk out the door and stopped. She thought to herself about all the things her and Pepsi had come through. If she walked out of that room without Pepsi it could very well be her last time seeing Pepsi. The thought of losing her friend made her reconsider leaving right away. She pulled out her gun and pointed it at Teflon.

"Put that phone down." She demanded with her gun aimed at him. He looked at her with eyes challenging her to pull the trigger.

"What you just say bitch?" He asked fearlessly.

"Bitch?" Telay said, surprised that he refered to her as a bitch. "Nigga, I'll lay your pretty ass out in here. Don't fucking play with me. You heard what the fuck I said. Put that phone down. . .Bitch!" She screamed walking up to him.

"What are you doing?" Pepsi cried, running out of the bathroom. Telay looked at Pepsi as if she was crazy. Teflon jumped to his feet as soon as Telay looked at Pepsi and snatched her gun. Now she was staring down the barrel of her own gun.

"Pepsi, you tried to set me up?" he asked, never taking his eyes off Telay. He knew that if he could make Pepsi feel guilty for what was happening now she would not think straight enough to see what would happen later.

"No babe, she's just nervous. She doesn't trust you." Pepsi tried to explain.

"Look, I don't give a fuck what went down between you and your nigga. That punk ass money ain't shit to me. Pepsi, you know I got dough. You think I give a fuck about ya'll taking the next man's money?" He asked. Telay looked him straight in his face without blinking.

"I'm sure you could never have too much money. Taste could've paid you any amount of money to find us." She responded. He lowered the gun and threw it on the floor, admiring Telay's aura. He wouldn't have been able to shoot her if he wanted too because she reminded him too much of the two women he loved the most. . .his mother and his sister. It was evident that she possessed more street-smarts than what he and Taste had thought and just looking into her blue eyes made him want to renege on his deal with Taste.

Taste had definitely underestimated her. Teflon saw no attraction to him from her whatsoever. He saw a smart, beautiful woman who was fed up with men. Not one who was open or desperate.

"I don't got shit to do with that shit. I don' t give a fuck about that money. If I really fuck with someone, nobody can pay me to turn against them. I ain't cut that way." He told her.