𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃||𝐃. 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 (DISCONTINUED)

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

Naomi found herself struggling to get her suitcase up the stairs to where Roxie instructed her of which her room was located at in the house.

"Come on, you piece of shit!" Naomi groans as she then kicks it as she was fed up with it being that everybody else was scattered outside the beach house as she was the only one inside or so she thought.

"You need some help with that?" Feeling a hand touch her bare skin, Naomi freezes up as she then turns around in at full force and draws her fist back until her hand got caught.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! I was just trying to see if you needed help, psycho!" Naomi rolled her eyes as she looks up and noticed it was DeVante as she scoffs.

"No, what the hell is wrong with you?! You know damn well that I don't like when somebody come up on me from behind like that!" Naomi hysterically rambles as DeVante kisses his teeth at her.

"Whatever... you want me to help you with your luggage or what cause' it is utterly embarrassing to see you struggle like that" DeVante offers his help to Naomi as she signs and nodded her head up and down in confirmation.

DeVante grabs the luggage from her with ease as he walks ahead of her as Naomi tells him exactly where her room is located at which was conveniently DeVante's room.

Being that Roxie didn't know that Naomi and DeVante were broken up, she set them up in a room together as she did the same thing for Lola and Jojo and the same goes for her and Dalvin.

"You sleeping in here with me?" DeVante utters under his breath.

"What the fuck? Oh hell nah, I need to get my own room by myself" Naomi shakes her head from side to side.

"I guess she set up like this because she thinks we are still an item?" DeVante shrugs his shoulders.

"You didn't tell her that we didn't go out anymore? She told me that she talked to you and that she asked you where I was at and everything" Naomi interrogates DeVante.

"Yeah, she asked me where you were at but is it that big of a problem that you set up in a room with me? You acting like this shit just ignited World War 3 or something" DeVante chortled but Naomi found nothing funny at all in fact she was irritated.

"Not a big deal? Nigga, it's a huge damn problem... we ain't together anymore... no exes should be relapsing with each other especially if we ended on bad terms. Besides you made it pretty obvious that you hate my damn guts and hit me with those damn roses!" Naomi screamed at him.

"I wouldn't had to do that shit if you wouldn't have been kissing fucking Dominic like that in front of me!" DeVante growls.

"For the last fucking time... I didn't fucking kiss that nigga! But you too much of a little pussy and analyze shit wrong to even realize that!" Naomi grimaces.

"Don't fucking call me a pussy! You better wat-"

"And what?! What the fuck you going to do, DeVante? Tell me, exactly what you are going to do to me?" Naomi felt her veins protruded out the side her neck as she step up to DeVante as she pushes his chest.

"Watch your hand, Naomi" Naomi felt her hand getting snatched up as DeVante held it with a tenacious grip as Naomi stared into his fiery hazel eyes.

"Nah, you watch how you talk to me nigga. I am not one of your little bitches you have been sticking your little dirty dick in and I am definitely not that trick of a girlfriend you got" Naomi warned DeVante as his nostrils flared up as she furrows her brows together as she had a fierce stare down with him.

"I ain't saying you were like the others but one thing for damn sure is that you ain't finna curse at me like you crazy or some shit. I don't know if you started feeling bold when you started talking to that Eskimo nigga or something-"

"His name is Emilio. Get it right or don't say his name at all and another thing... I've been had a reckless mouth and been talking crazy ever since you met me, baby. This ain't no new shit for you anyway" Naomi yanks her hand out of DeVante's grip as she pushes him out the way from around her as she saunters over towards the entrance of the door.

"Oh, nah stay your ass right there and take your shit with you!" DeVante suddenly picks up Naomi's luggage as he walks past her and walks out the room as Naomi follows him.

"You better not throw my shit down there, DeVante! I am not muthafucking playing with your stupid ass! You bett-" Naomi soon stops talking as she soon saw her luggage fly all the way from the top of stairs all the way to the bottom as DeVante threw it with great altitude.

"You get on my fucking nerves!" Naomi screeches at him as she pushes him harshly as DeVante looked at her unfazed by her anger as he wore a blank expression.

"You get on mine too" DeVante soon goes back to his room as he shuts the door behind him as Naomi makes her way down the stairs to retrieve her luggage that DeVante threw from their heated argument.

But what Naomi and DeVante didn't realize that somebody unfortunately saw their entire ordeal that will change the way they view Naomi for either the better or worse.

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