A Dangerous Illusion (COMPLETE)

T W E N T Y

'All the bridges you came over, don't burn that yet

Niggas want respect, but niggas ain't earned that yet

Self-righteous and entitled but they swearin' on the Bible that they love you

When really they no different from all your rivals

But I still don't wish death on 'em

I just reflect on 'em'

_-_

M A Y A

"Did you see when Auntie Shaw began to dance on the table?" Keira chuckled.

It had reached midnight when the trio had finally managed to leave what had been left of the cookout. They had stayed back; helping clean up the mess everybody had left behind. Despite being heavily pregnant, Keira had managed to pack up all the deck chairs and store them away.

Omari chuckled, slipping his hand around Mayalika's waist while he fished in his back pocket for the keys to the house. Maya pulled them out of her bra, handing them over to him with no emotion. Omari grinned before he leaned down to peck the shell of her ear.

"What would I do without you?" He mumbled. Omari pushed the key into the lock, opening the door so that they could all enter. Keira waddled in before the couple - immediately kicking off her shoes.

'Fuck Stacy', Mayalika thought bitterly. Although Mayalika had promised herself she wouldn't ponder over what Kameron had said to her - a seed had been planted in Maya's brain and with every passing minute it was growing, blooming a sense of curiosity and anger.

Omari raised his eyebrow at Mayalika's behaviour. She had been cold and slightly distant since they had returned from his parents' house and he couldn't figure out why. Keira looked between the two, sensing that something was off.

"Well...me and baby girl are gonna hit the hay. Maya I'll see ya tomorrow." She pulled Mayalika into a tight embrace, squeezing her slightly before she wandered down the hallway - slipping into a the deserted closet.

Maya mumbled a quiet goodbye just as Keira's figure disappeared down the hallway. Omari pulled Maya flush into his chest, burying his face into her neck and inhaling her tantalising scent. She stiffened under his touch; avoiding looking directly into his dark eyes.

Omari pulled back at her actions and his eyebrows drew in confusion, "What's wrong?" Omari questioned. Maya shifted awkwardly, avoiding his gaze.

"Be honest Omari. Did you sleep with Stacy?" She questioned meeting his gaze. Omari's eyes widened when he saw anger burning inside them. 

He chuckled shaking his head; this was Kameron's doing. Since high school, Kameron had been trying to force Stacy upon Omari despite his obvious rejection. She even went as far as spiking his drink and nearly letting him get raped. Luckily, Mike had found him before anything had happened.

"Did Kameron tell you this?" He questioned.

Mayalika shook her head, "That's beside the point Omari. I just want to know if you've slept with her." she stated folding her arms over her heaving chest. Omari groaned trying to glance anywhere but at her perky breasts. Now was not the time.

"No. I only got head from a broad but that was before we even got together!" He exclaimed. Maya untangled herself from his embrace, a frown settling upon her face. There was a heavy silence; the only sound being their breathing.