So Good

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Quan

After work I ate Popeyes on the way home. Once I got home I took a shower, and fell asleep in bed with my towel around my waist.  I know I need to find somewhere else to sleep until I handle this shit with these crazy bitches and Jamaicans. My sleep was interrupted by my door being banged on. Yawning I stand from the bed and re-wrap my towel around my waist as I walk to the door. I look out of the peak hole and see Jordan. I open the door and she walk in with a few bags. "Hey baby, I've been calling you all day." She lean up and kiss my lips. I close the door and lock it.

"I was sleep mama." I walk to the kitchen with her.

"I bought you some groceries for dinner tonight. Have you eaten yet?" She question me. I nod my head yes and sit at the island. "What did you eat, Popeyes?" She put her hands on her hips and look at me.

"Yes, I grabbed some on the way back from work." I answer simply.

"What's wrong with you?" She frown and walk over to me. I sigh and look into her eyes.

"You know I have deep feelings for you right? It's been almost 3 or 4 months." I look into her eyes and her frown deepens.

"What's the issue Quan?" She whine.

"Don't fucking act like you don't know!" I jump out of my seat and look into her eyes. She screech at the sudden tone of my voice and her eyes turn teary.

"What are you talking about?!" She screams at me.

"You've been setting me up to the fucking Jamaicans! I know you have. I should've never trust you in my apartment, around my fucking valuables!" I scream at her and tears fall from my eyes. "I wanted you in my life forever! You heard me?" I squint at her. So much pain is in me at the moment and I knew that she fucked me over for the last time because ain't no second chances.

"Baby I swear to God! I didn't do that to you! I would never do that to you baby. You know that!" She try to grab my face but I shove her back. "Yo, Quan, chill don't put your hands on me." She warns me.

"Jordan, get the fuck out. Take your groceries too." I grab the bags from the counter and throw them to the front door.

"Fuck You Quan!" She slap the shit out of me to the point my damn ear rang. "I would never fucking do that to you! You hear me? I don't even know any fucking Jamaicans nigga I'm Haitian!" She yell. I couldn't hear what she was talking about, this shit was clouding my brain I just really needed her to get the fuck out. "Quan baby, please stop. Someone is framing me!" She cry and put her hands over her face.

"Get out." I say finally.

"No!" She punch me in the chest and then slap me again. "I'm not going no fucking where. Tell me why do you think I would do this to you? Explain so I can give you facts." She say.

"Quit fucking hitting me!" I grab her arms. She squirm in my hold and whine. "Stop!" I say finally and pull her into me. "You really didn't do this shit did you?" I say lowly.

"No I swear on my grandma's fucking grave nigga. On my life and God strike me now if I'm lying." She says. I sigh and rest my face in the crook of her neck.

"I'm sorry baby. I just thought I had straight facts. Your ex Kareem had a place in Harlem and I know you been with him for a minute. So I thought because ... it's hard to explain." I sigh.