Page 131 of He Don't Play About Me
“Back to the hospital,” I said bluntly, leaving them no room to question me anymore.
When we pulled back into the parking garage and I parked, I didn’t look at them niggas; I didn’t talk to them niggas. My eyes stayed glued on the doors.
Time moved slow as hell. Cars came and went for hours. My niggas tried to get me to leave, tried to talk me into going back to Cali, but I couldn’t—not without her.
I was just about to call it a night, tell them niggas we was gonna run it back the next day, when I heard an engine roar, pulling into the garage, and saw that same red Lambo again.
That nigga.
My hands gripped the steering wheel tight.
He hopped out and leaned on his car with flowers in his hands. After a few seconds, Islah walked out, smiling hard as she looked at him. He met her and took her into his arms, swinging her around in the air.
She pulled him into her for a kiss and stared into his eyes with a look she never gave me.
They hopped in his car and pulled off fast, almost too fast for me to keep up with them, but I did, all the way to an apartment building.
We pulled in behind them and parked close, not too close, but close enough to hear their conversation.
He told her he was going to take care of her when they got inside and asked what she wanted for dinner. She told him how her and her friends had an off day and how they was going to a spa. He held her close as they walked through the parking lot. His hand was grippin’ her ass tight.
I could tell that nigga loved her, just by the way he looked at her, because I looked at her the same way. Once they were inside, I pulled off. My mind was already replaying the way she looked at him.
“See nigga, she’s good, she’s in a good relationship. Leave her alone,” Kronic said.
I gripped the steering wheel tight. “I already told y’all I can’t do that… she’s going to see me.”
Chapter 31
Smiling More
My day off started just the way I needed it to. My man fucked me back to sleep a few times, and when I did finally get up, he had breakfast waiting for me.
We ate together while I texted the girls, figuring out what time we were going to link up. But my baby put a pause to all of that when he took my phone outta my hand, led me to the shower, and fucked me one more time before we got dressed.
Love was already handling phone calls before we left the house, but he kept an eye on me, watching me move around, gathering all I needed.
Once we were in the hallway, my hand was in his tight; he kissed it in the elevator, in between responding to his conversation. As we walked through the lobby, I saw a black truck waiting in front of the door. I looked at Love, and without missing a beat, he winked at me.
When we got outside, the driver opened the door.
“This is for you and your girls today,” Love said, helping me in the back.
I smiled. “Are you sure, baby?”
Love took the phone away from his ear, reached in, and kissed me. “You got a nigga that can provide for you, the right way. Let me do it.”
I smiled, and Love pulled out his wallet and handed me his credit card.
“Take the black one; do whatever you want today.”
“Babyyyy!!” I said, sticking my tongue out. “Don’t get mad when I start acting different! Yelling my man, my man, my man!”
We laughed.
“Do one thing for me… don’t think about that nigga. You are safe with me, I wouldn’t let anybody hurt you.”
I nodded. “Okay, baby, I will try.”
