Page 104 of He Don't Play About Me
“What about Gio?” Kenya chimed in.
“That nigga keep callin’, from text now numbers. He’s just annoying.”
“Man, if you don’t tell Love to get his niggas on Gio’s ass!” Deja voiced.
I laughed. “Gio is harmless; he will fall off sooner or later.”
We finished getting changed and walked out to the floor. Before I could get my shift started, I got buzzed to the nurse’s station for flowers that were delivered. I looked at the note and smiled to myself.
I’m not letting up
—Love
Kenya looked over my shoulder and read it for herself.
“You haven’t talked to him, and he’s still sending you shit? Girl, take him back.”
I laughed, shrugged my shoulders, and got to work.
My day was moving smooth. My patients were cool for the most part, some even had me laughing. It was almost time for my lunch break when I got buzzed at the nurse’s station again.
I walked up there, thinking that he sent me lunch, but I froze halfway up the hallway when I saw Love standing there waiting for me.
I walked up to him, and he handed me a bag of food.
“Thank you,” I said softly. “What are you doing here?”
I looked him up and down, and he was dressed clean, smelled good, and his braids were freshly done.
“I missed you,” he said softly.
I took his arm and pulled him around the corner outta earshot of the other nurses.
“Love, I think we need to take a break from seeing each other. I understand that you fixed shit with your BM, but that shit was still a lot.”
He didn’t even blink when I said that, he just stood there lookin’ at me, calm as ever, like I didn’t just put some distance between us and whatever he wanted us to be.
“A break?” he repeated, low.
I nodded. “Yeah…. I just got out of shit with my ex. I don’t want to deal with shit with yours, Love.”
He stepped a lil’ closer to me, not to crowd me, just enough for me to smell his cologne.
“I hear you, mamas,” he said. “I do.”
I was expecting him to argue me down, to push a lil’ harder or something, but he didn’t.
“But you are not walking away from me like that,” he added, his voice still even.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “You sound just like my ex.”
He laughed. “I might, but with me, I mean what I say. I want to build with you, and that mad bitch is not gonna stop that.”
I shook my head. “You don’t get it.”
“Nah,” he said, cutting me off. “You don’t get it. We are not taking a break over shit I have handled. She would never come near you again, and I put that on my son.”
The way he said that made my stomach twist. Not scared, but a feelin’ came over me that he wasn’t playin’.
