His Baby Girl.

24- Agony and Apologies

Sunday January 12th, 10:42 am

🌹🌹RQ🌹🌹

"Nobody, Trey. Just give me the phone." I pleaded to him. I got up and tried reaching for my phone. He pulled it away from me raising his eyebrows in a shocked expression. He ripped my headphones out from my phone and through them on the couch.

"Who the fuck is-" Trey stopped yelling when he looked at the screen, recognizing who it is. "Pooter? Nigga why the fuck you talking to my girl!"

"Aye chill, Major T. We just talkin'. " Pooter breathes out over the phone like there was no issues. Which there wasn't. We'd only talk, nothing else. We wouldn't flirt or anything. In fact, I would talk to him about my feelings for Trey. We knew our place.

"Nigga I don't give a fuck!" He yelled out with a deep rumbling tone before hanging up the phone. He turned around facing me with an expression I can only described as murder. "This what we doing, Rose Queen?" He said calmly. So calm that it scared me.

"Trey, I didn't do anything. We were just talking as frien-" I tried to clarify but he cut me off.

"But you talking to other niggas like it's cool though?" He pointed to my phone while looking me in my eyes with the same calm and steady voice. I would rather he scream and yell like he was doing minutes before. This calm and angry him was straight agony. "How the fuck you even start talking to this nigga?"

"Starly texted him off my phone." I answered with my head down. I always felt like this when I was with him. I feel like I'm dependent on him.

"So how and why did Starly ass get his number?"

"She found it in Dave's phone and thought it would be a good idea to put it in my phone so we could talk." I snitched. My eyes stayed glued to his feet. Waiting for him to walk off like he always does.

"She found it in Dave's. huh." He huffed to himself while walking to the couch and sat down. "Why would she think it would be a good idea to give you his number?" He murmured loud enough for me to hear. He stroked his beard waiting for an answer while I stand there a little dumbfounded.

"Well, um, yo-you weren't talking to me and she said that you need to work on time management, because you're a busy man, and you always just go to your office." I rambled all at once. But when I thought about it I started to get angry.

"You're always in that stupid office. You never talk to me, let alone look at me. Ever since we kissed you've been fucking avoiding me! Leaving Dave and Starly to babysit me like I'm a damn child!" I start to build up with rage. Who does he think he is getting mad at me for talking to a friend. How in the fuck is this my fault?

"Rose."

"You can't even ask me what I want for fucking dinner! If you didn't want to kiss me you should have told me! I can't believe I'm so stupid to believe all that shit you said in the bathroom." I start pacing the living room floor back and forth.

"Rose." He said a little louder, getting upset.

"'You're mine' What the fuck do you even mean?! You should be more specific! Regular, sane people would think that means you like them Trey'vion! Actually, regular and sane people don't even say shit like that! And of course you're not those things, cause you fucking kidnapped me!"

"ROSE!" He roared. I stop in my tracks and realize what I just said. I just called the biggest king pin in the U.S. abnormal and insane.

The blood from my face vanished. Leaving a pale shocked one in its place. I stand there with my back facing him scared of what was to happen next.

"Rose." He calls out. "Rose, Come here." He finishes with his voice withdrawn of emotion. I turn around and walk slowly over to him. I stop right in front of him but keep a safe distance incase I need to run.

He sits up with his elbows on his knees looking at my brown eyes. He stares for a while than starts to speak. "I care Rose. I care 'bout you an how you feel. I think 'bout you all the time. I think about yo smile, yo laugh, the lil' crinkle between yo eyebrows when you get mad." He chuckles and sits back. "And I think about that kiss. That's all I've been thinking about. 'Bout you RQ. Nothing and nobody else. Which is why I'm busy, because it's for you. Everything I do now is for you. After you left I was a mess Rose. I don't want to lose you again so I've been trying to make things better. I've been giving you space and I've got some things in the works for you. I didn't mean to make you upset or make you feel like you can't come to me. And I'm sorry, baby." He sits up to grab my hand pulling me onto his lap. I'm straddling him stunned by his apology. "But I never wanna see you talking to anoth'a nigga again. And don't you ever cuss at me again. Ight?" He whispers in my ear.

I nod before he smirks at me. He lays back looking at me up and down as he licks his lips. I blush and look down playing with my hands.

He pulls my hair back and lifts my head leaving his hand on the back of my head. "Kiss me."