I. Tamara

Chapter 14

I pushed down onto Quan's head with my hands as he made a trail of kisses down my stomach to my area. He was in the middle of removing my panties when Zoey barged in. I could've sworn I locked that door. I threw a pillow at him.

"Nigga, have you even heard of knocking," I groaned in annoyance.

Quan sat beside me and looked at Zoey while he smirked at us both.

"Was I interrupting something," He asked sarcastically.

I glared at him. "Actually, no because we can finish when you leave," I said with a smile.

"Michael was right. You are the true definition of a h-,"

"You better not even finish that sentence," Quan said sternly while sliding off the bed and pushing him out of the door. "Now if you'd excuse us, we would like to finish our session," He said with a smirk and a wink as he closed the door.

He came back to the bed as I reached for his face and pulled it toward me then pecked his lips. "Thank you, baby," I smiled.

"I wasn't about to let that nigga disrespect you in my presence," He sat on the bed beside me.

"Quan, you know last week when I came over and you tried to blow me off at first? Well, I was thinking, are you cheating on me because-,"

"No. I wouldn't dare cheat on you. In all honesty, a girl was there, but nothing happened,"

"If I didn't call then something probably would've,"

He shook his head. "Nahh. She came over for some help with her work,"

See, Quan, he's smart. He took algebra in eighth grade while the rest of the crew took eighth grade math. He's always been an honors student, but he sure in hell don't look like that type.

I giggled as he ran his fingertips over my thighs. "Then why were you acting so suspect,"

He laughed. "Ion know,"

"No. Be honest with me because if I find out from someone or something else, your ass is grass," I said sternly.

He side eyed me then put his hands on my shoulders and looked me directly into my eyes.

"Baby, I, Dequantes Spencer, am not cheating on you," He kept looking at me and I could tell he was being honest.

I sighed. "Okay. Sorry I-,"

He chuckled. "It's fine. I understand. You have your doubts,"

I nodded. "Okay. I guess,"

"Why that nigga living here in the first place," Quan asked while laying into my lap.

I began playing with his hair then I sighed. "I don't know. I'll be glad when he leaves. What parents will leave their child in another state with strangers," I rolled my eyes while leaning onto one arm and repeatedly running my fingers through Quan's hair.

He shrugged. "Maybe he's not a stranger to your dad. Maybe they have been talking, but just didn't want to tell you because they know your ass is crazy,"

I yanked at his hair as he shrieked. I laughed. "I'm not crazy, but whatever. I think my dad and his dad were friends when they were younger," I sighed.

He nodded. "So he's technically not a stranger to him,"

"I don't want to talk about this, but have you talked to your dad,"

Quan rolled his eyes and stayed silent.

Him and his dad have major problems. His dad used to be the biggest drug lord in the town and that had a major affect on his family. His dad began giving drugs to his mom which caused her to become strung out on them. She began selling her body just to get a fix and that didn't please his dad. He began to beat on her in front of Quan. One night, when Quan was 14 and his dad was beating his mom, he stopped it and his dad hit him. That caused them to get into an altercation. His dad left after that, but he stops by and keeps in touch with them. I've never met him and I probably wouldn't want to.

"Um, well, have you been throwing rocks at my window at night," I asked him.

"No. Why,"

"Somebody has been-," I was cut off by the doorbell going off.

I pushed Quan's head out of my lap then pulled on some sweatpants and threw his shirt at him. I hurried down the stairs as Zoey sat on the couch eating my chips. I lowly groaned then walked toward the door with Quan trailing behind me. I opened the door and a man who had a chocolate skin complexion with slightly plump lips and black hair with shades over his eyes.

"Um, can-,"

"What the fuck are you doing here," Quan growled.

I became confused then pushed Quan back slightly and whispered into his ear. I returned to the door.

"Okay. Who are you," I asked him while rubbing my temples.

"Is Jacob home," He asked me.

"No, but I'm his daugher and I n-,"

"I know who you are," He said blandly.

"Well, I dont know you," I said rudely.

"I'm Marqus. An old friend of your dads and Dequantes's father,"

"Um, I think you should leave," I closed the door, but he put his foot in the crack.

"I'm not done," He spoke.

Quan moved me out of the way then snatched the door open. They stared at each other for awhile then Quan cleared his throat.

"Get out of here. I let you disrespect my mom long enough, but I sure in hell won't let you do that shit to my lady," He slammed the door shut then stormed up to my room.

I sighed then slowly began walking to my room.

"Can yall keep it down and leave that drama outside," Zoey said to me.

"This is my house and I can make as much noise as I want to. I can have drama in here if I want to, so enjoy all the noise me and Quan are about to make, you sarcastic asshole," I growled then began to stomp up the stairs.

"Psh. Please, he probably ain't even as good as me,"

I laughed then stopped and turned toward him. "He's much better and much larger," I said with a smirk then continued to climb the stairs. Why does he try to compare himself to Quan so much? Even when he knows that Quan really is better than him.

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