Page 122 of Just Listen
“And that’s it?” I bucked my eyes.
“Either way, it’s nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about.”
I pursed my lips. “Don’t patronize me, nigga. I got every reason to be concerned. I’m literally always attending public events. My family has businesses that I’m known to frequent. I have to know the severity of this to move accordingly.”
“Okay.” He nodded. “Let me ask you this, Jaylah. Since we’ve been back from vacation, where have you been alone?”
I thought about it. “Nowhere.”
“Exactly. When you go to the store, I’m there. A food run. To even get your fucking hair done. I’m there. And that never dawned on you?”
I bit the corner of my lip. “Not really.”
Smirking, he shook his head. “And that’s why I said not to worry about it. I do what I do so efficiently that your brain be going into autopilot.”
“Whatever. I still wanna know how you plan on handling this situation.”
He licked his lips. “Look, just know this. While they know some things about me, I knoweverythingabout them. So, either they think they’rethatbig and untouchable or just simply forgot who the fuck I am. But they’ll soon see that I’m that same nigga.”
“Same nigga? What does that even mean?”
He gave me a stern look. “What do they call me, Jaylah?”
My eyes brightened. “Malice.”
“Exactly.” He winked
I drummed my nails on the steering wheel. “O-kay.”
~~~Chapter 28~~~
“Who y’all feeling like?” Jhyrah cheesed, as soon as we stepped into Sin J’s massive dressing room. “Cocaine white and gold. O-kay.” She snapped her fingers.
She was the first to notice us, as the room was swarming with people, while Sin J was a few moments away from walking out into the arena for his title match.
Nevertheless, me and Malice did come through coordinating in white and gold. I was clad in a pair of distressed skinny jeans, with a Chanel chain belt, a backless long-sleeved shirt, a white and gold Chanel bag, with tall Chanel sandals. The Chanel wide, wireless frame glasses were just for sport. My hair had been done up in frilly spiral curls that took hours to pull together. Meanwhile, Malice was decked out in Amiri everything. His dreads were freshly twisted. That line-up was crisp, and his jewelry was nearly blinding.
“Yeah, we tried, we tried,” I responded bashfully, before my sister grabbed my hand and pulled me in.
“Bitch,” she whispered in my ear. “You might gain weight in those thighs, legs, and ass, but you aint never been known to have a gut. So, what the fuck is up?”
I arched a brow. “You calling me fat?”
“Nah, hoe. Are you fucking pregnant?”
I stepped back, like she’d insulted me. “Why would you ask such a thing?”
“Cause.” She bucked her eyes. “You’re still fine. But something aint right in the water.”
Malice hooded his eyes. “What is she talking about?”
“Brother-in-law, you been pulling out or nah?” Jhyrah pried.
“Girl.” I lightly shoved her shoulder.
Malice merely chuckled in response, which was pretty on brand for him.
“Well, I know that you aint bleeding with all that white on. So, when’s the last time you had a period, Jaylah?”
