Love & War (Editing)

Chapter VII

Chenille POV  

After lunch with Janelys and Nick’s extra asses, I went home to change into something more comfortable for these interviews me and Janelys were supposed to be holding at the club. I searched in my closet for something easy and comfortable, I decided on my black varsity t-shirt dress and retro 7 cardinals . After brushing my hair into a messy bun I grabbed my purse and car keys and headed out the door. I texted Janelys to let her know that I was on my way up there. Once I pulled up to the club, I walked upstairs to my office, sat down and waited for Janelys. I was on my laptop doing a little online shopping until I heard my phone ring letting me know that somebody was calling me. I checked the caller I.D. to see that it was Alex.

Me: “Hello?”

Alex: “Wassup babe you busy?”

Me: “Not at the moment, why what’s up?”

Alex: “Nothing I just wanted to talk to you, so what are you doing?”

Me:  “Doing some online shopping what about you?”

I heard a knock at my door. “Who the fuck could that be? Security knows to page me before somebody comes up.” I mumbled to myself before getting up to answer the door.

Alex: “Nothing about to go get some chipotle,” he said in a taunting tone knowing that was my favorite place to eat.  

Me: “Now nigga you know that’s my shit. Don’t mention it if you not gon’ bring me none,” I said opening the door to a smiling Alex holding up a bag of chipotle with my name on it.

“Awwww you bought me chipotle, how did you know I was hungry?” I asked taking the bag from him and hugging him tightly then placing the bag on my desk. “Well for one you’re always hungry and two chipotle is the shit,”  he said sitting in my chair behind my desk and patting his leg motioning for me to sit down on his lap. “Come here”. I walked over to where he was, sat on his lap and began eating my food. He rubbed my back in slow comforting motions. “So what were you buying?” he asked looking at my laptop. “Shoes and I had to put in an order of Ciroc to be shipped here,” I said with a mouth full of food. He took my fork and ate some of my food. If it were anybody else I would have broken their damn arms, but since he bought it I couldn’t be upset.  I was full anyways, I could never finish my food from chipotle so Alex finished off the other half of my bowl.

He helped me pick out a couple pairs of shoes and some jeans and then his phone started ringing. He excused himself from the room to answer the call, which kind of bothered me. He walked back into the room and looked a little stressed. “Who was that?” I asked. “Um, nobody, well nobody important at least,” he said taking seat on the couch. “Well then why did you leave the room to take the call?” I pressed. “Look why does it matter?” he asked I could tell he was getting annoyed, but I didn’t care. This nigga wasn’t about to be cuffed up with me and still dealing with other bitches. I don’t know who the fuck he thought he was.

“I just wanted to know I mean you answer any other call right in front of me so what was so different about this call, or should I say who?” I snapped raising my voice. “Like I said before why the fuck does it matter? You’re not my bitch anyhow, you need to chill and get the fuck off my back,” he said calmly, not taking his eyes off of his phone. At that point I had let my anger get the best of me. I walked over. snatched his phone out of his hand and threw it across the room into the wall. “Excuse me nigga what the fuck did you just say?!” I yelled now standing over him. I’m pretty sure he was pissed about his phone, but I couldn’t give two fucks less. What he said about me not being his girl hurt me and it pissed me off because I felt like we were about to go through the same shit as we did in Chicago. I was not about to let this nigga talk to me any kind of way and say shit to intentionally hurt me just because somebody else pissed him off. He was now standing in my face, his tall frame towering over mine.