I laid there spread across the couch thinking how does Jackson know about me and the club? I haven't told anybody about Tony besides Marsha and Anthony. My family overreacts over everything so I keep my love life to myself. I decided that I wasn't ready to deal with Jackson just now, so I just put my phone on silent and fell asleep. Sometime later on in the evening, I heard the front door open and soon after felt myself being lifted from the couch. I was being placed on the bed in Tony's room before I passed out and fell deep into sleep.
The next morning, I opened my eyes and an arm wrapped around my waist. I recognize those strong, muscled filled arms anywhere. I roll over on my side and face him. "Tony..."
He opens his beautiful hazel brown eyes and looks at me. He's not saying a word but his eyes speak volumes. He's still upset about last night.
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"Tony we need to talk." I lift myself up in the bed and realize that I've been undressed. I'm now in only my bra and panties. Tony is still looking at me, which at this point is making me feel a little uncomfortable. He's making me feel so uncomfortable that I reach for the bed sheet to cover my body. Never breaking eye contact. Tony pulls the sheet down from my body.
"Tony, why am I here?" I asked.
"Because I want you here." He replied.
"You didn't want me last night when you were with that chick." I replied.
"If you would've just listened last night instead of acting crazy like Michelle's crazy ass, you would know that she was nobody to me. She was just trying to get what I give to you all the time." He said.
"Nobody? Nobody that was sitting on you and kissing all on your neck and ear while you just sat there!" I replied with anger and frustration.
"I don't care what it looked like, I belonged there so why would I move, she was some bitch that Rob brought up in VIP that had too much to drink just like YOU!" He yelled.
Okay so is really trying to flip this entire thing back on me. He must be crazy if he thinks that I'm going to feel guilty after what I saw.
"I'm grown Tony, and I can drink if I want to." I said.
"Nah..., you're my lady and if you can't hold your liquor then don't drink among a bunch of punk ass dudes that want to FUCK!" He replied.
"Tony, I'm not doing this today, and why do you have a gun." I asked.
"So you can remember that? Which means you can also remember letting that punk put his mouth and hands on you last night." He replied.
Being caught off guard by his words, I was speechless and just looked away.
"Nah...Don't look away. Can't talk now, right?" He said.
Tony pulls me back down in the bed and moves up close to my side. He takes his hand and places it around my neck. He is not applying too much pressure, but just enough pressure that I can't move and close enough that are now eye to eye.
