(Desirae's POV)
"I want you all to myself, I swear. You don't need nobody elseeeeeee."
I was jamming to my song, Selfish by PNB Rock, as I cleaned my house.
"Hey baby girl."
My nigga had snuck up on me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I rolled my eyes and continued to sweep.
"Hey. Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
"I wanted to spend the day with you."
He gave me puppy dog eyes and poked his bottom lip out. I use to be in love with him, but now everything he does erks my last nerve.
"Go to work Darrell please."
His eyes turned dark and he backed off of me.
"You don't want to spend time with me?"
His voice started to get louder and I got loud with him.
"You support this household huh?! You don't want me to work long nights no more huh?! Then take yo fucking ass to work!"
His head nodded like he knew I was right and turned around to walk to our bedroom.
For all I care he could go spend the day with some ho. I didn't want to be around him. I couldn't wait till tonight. Question is am I going to work or go by Devin.
Mmm, just thinking of her got my kitty throbbing.
Darrell had walked back out of our room in his work clothes. He pulled me into him and gave me a deep kiss. I tried to kiss him back passionately, but I just wasn't feeling it. I was missing Devin's lips so bad.
"Bye baby girl."
"See you later."
He walked out the door and a couple minutes later I could hear his truck pull out his parking spot.
"Siri call Devy"
"Calling Devy"
Butterflies invaded my stomach as the phone rang. Soon they started to fade cause she didn't answer the phone. I know she not at work, so what the fuck else could she be doing? As I racked my brain about her whereabouts the news caught my attention.
"Breaking news.....A young lady has been airlifted to West Orleans University Hospital after having a fatal car accident. Reports are saying it was a single vehicle accident, but police still don't know what caused it. As of right now the woman has been admitted to ICU and next of kin has been contacted."
My heart dropped. Devin wasn't answering my calls or text. I know this can't be her. Why won't they release a name? I took a deep breath. I'm overthinking this right now.
(Devin's POV)
I was in the living room playing 2k18 when Angel came downstairs looking frantic and ran out the door.
"Ang-!!"
Before I could even finish her name she was out the door and pulling off in her car. I wondered what had happened and decided to call her.
I let it ring until it went to voicemail.
"Say Angel, call me. You aiight?"
Fuck it. I guess she'll call when she feel like it.
Soon as I unpaused my game, my phone started ringing again.
It was Desirae and I ain't wanna answer the phone. Not after my night and morning with Angel. I'd start feeling guilty and shit and end up telling her, but fuck she can't even be mad cause "technically" I'm single. Imma call her later, after I talk to Angel so I can figure out what is actually going on.
