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“Well, damn,” Key chortled. “That was a lot.”
“Indeed, it was.” Jhyrah bucked her eyes. “And that explains why she’s been missing in action. You’ve been over here laying it low and spreading it wide.”
“Girl,” I tittered.
“Jaylah, that nigga must be over here, knocking the bottom out of that pussy,” Key raunchily teased.
I cut my eyes at her. “Mind ya business.”
“So, what’s tea?” Jhyrah wanted to know. “He lives here now?”
“Mmm…not really. I mean…he’s been sleeping here, but he doesn’t technically stay here,” I explained.
“Wait,” Key spoke up. “What happened to the girl he was with?”
“She put him out.” I shrugged.
Jhyrah’s eyes widened. “For what?”
“Because he told her about Khari.”
“Damn,” Key stressed. “So, they’re completely done?”
I sighed. “I guess. I mean…it looks that way.”
“No, hold up,” Jhyrah interjected. “Why does it sound like you aint too sure?”
My lips twisted, as I became a little antsy. “Because I’m not. Everything is still fresh, and he’s been around to bond with Khari. Paisley put him out…but it just seems like—”
“Did he move his belongings out of their house?” Keyasia probed. “I mean likereallymove his shit? Or does he just have a bag of clothes he’s lugging around or something?”
“A bag of clothes?” Jhyrah cringed. “Ewe. Aint that what broke, bum niggas do? House hop with their trash bags of clothes?”
“Yep,” Key agreed. “But we’ve done the homework, so we know that Mr. Malice aint broke.”
“Now, the question is…are you letting this nigga slut you out, while he’s still trying to beg his way back into his house?” Jhyrah interrogated.
I wanted to confidently say that she had me fucked up…but I honestly didn’t know. In fact, Malice had never expressed not wanting Paisley, anymore. He would just primarily focus on the fact that he didn’t believe that she could accept Khari. That meant that if she fell in line, then they could probably still be together.
“Look, I don’t know what’s going on with that. He claims that they’re done,” I responded.
“And you bought that shit?” Jhyrah frowned.
Key disappointedly shook her head. “Jaylah, please don’t turn into Jayah number two,” she referred to our freaky, sneaky, slutty, naïve cousin. She was always fucking somebody else’s man, falling for the nigga, then acting oblivious when that nigga’s woman wanted her head. “We only want the niggas who choose us. That shit needs to be clear. Otherwise, you need to create some boundaries, and explore your options.”
“Exactly,” Jhyrah concurred. “Cause it’s too many niggas who would love a chance, for you to waste time being some nigga’s standby.”
“Yeah.” Key nodded. “That nigga needs to make his intentions clear, while he’s marking you up, and shit. All this laying up and love bombing could just be a manipulation tactic. Could be trying to fuck you into submission, before he fully goes back home. Then he’ll try to have it where he comes to spend time with Khari, and get a piece of pussy on the side, while he still got Paisley at home.”
Hearing that, I had to laugh. “Who the fuck is allowing all of that? Because it damn sure aint me.”
“You bet not,” Key scoffed.
“Then that means that you need to be figuring out what y’all are doing,” Jhyrah suggested. “Cause him laying up with you, when he still haven’t left the past behind doesn’t look right.”
“At all,” Key added. “So, tighten up, cousin. Don’t let that nigga play in your face.”
~~~Chapter 17~~~
