More Than Just My Weekend Lover

Chapter 6

Monday, it was my turn to go grocery shopping, something I hated. Femi had made me a list of all the items we needed. After work I made my way to the Sendik's by my job. It was the only place other than Fresh Market that we were allowed to shop. Femi was completely obsessive over it.

So here I was pushing a tiny cart through a tiny story, trying to translate her half Spanish list as usual. I knew I should have paid more attention in Spanish class instead of Femi doing all the work. It was weird I could speak it but writing and reading it was something totally different. I was walking down one of the aisles that had nothing from the lit when my phone rang.

"Hey, Mal," I said.

"You home yet, boo," he asked.

I rolled my eyes.

"We're seriously gonna have to work on the whole pet name thing," I said, laughing it off. "No, I'm at the grocery store."

"Oh, okay. I was thinking we could go out to dinner or something," Mal said, ignoring my comment.

"I don't know. I have a lot of work to do still. I might want some company, though," I said.

The other end was quiet as I threw a few items into my cart.

"Maybe I'll get into something with the guys. Just call me, babe," he said.

I couldn't help but smile a little.

"Okay, talk to you later," I said.

"Later."

We hung up and I checked the items off of the list. I moved to the next aisle and checked off a few items. I just had a couple things left.

"You following me?"

I spun around so quickly, I was dizzy for a second.

"I could ask you the same thing," I said, looking Devereaux up and down before I could stop myself.

His hair was pushed out of his face and he was dressed in black jeans, a white tee with a leather jacket over it. He looked good but without alcohol in my system I wasn't freaking out as much.

"I live up the street from here. You know that," he said, turned to grab something off the shelf.

It almost sounded like flirting.

"In truth I hadn't even thought about that," I said keeping my tone even, maybe a little cold.

"You didn't? Well maybe this is just a coincident. Have a nice day," he said, moving on as a man walked passed us.

The flirting tone was gone as quickly as it'd come. I saw the look in his eyes as he turned away from me. I probably should have let him go but I just had to find out about what Kamal had told me.

"Hey, where do you get off threatening my boyfriend. Don't you think that's drawing attention than talking in a grocery store in the middle of white-people-vill," I hissed in a low voice.

Devereaux actually chuckled.

"That coward told you I spoke to him," he asked, turning to look at me again. "Yeah, so what?"

"He didn't tell you why I said something to him, did he?"

"No."

Devereaux pulled me to the side as a woman came down the aisle.

"I was walking by their table when I heard him say something like since you're making him wait so long you better have the best pussy he's ever had. And if you don't put out soon, Ashley would become his main bitch and you could be his side bitch. I was drunk, so I politely stepped up to the table and told him that if he ever hurt you, I was gonna fuck him up. His lame ass brother tried to up heat like I was gonna run off or something.

I woulda never said anything to you as long as I thought you were happy with him. But the fact that he mentioned it to you makes me want to beat his ass. You could do better," Dev said seriously.

It took a while for my brain to process what he'd just said. Part of me thought Kamal was too much of a good guy. The part of me that yearned for Devereaux knew he really had no reason to lie. He was staring at me, waiting for a response.

"That asshole," I said.

"Now you know. Do what you want," Devereaux said and walked off.

I skipped the rest of the list and rushed to the checkout line. While checking out I sent a group text to Vi and Femi telling them everything Devereaux had told me. They were more shocked than I was. So, we came up with a plan.