Page 35 of Just Listen
I bit the corner of my lip.
“Exactly. That’s my point, right there. We just in the wrong slots, right now. I got my gal…and Ion be on the creep shit, keeping it real—”
I pursed my lips. “You expect me to believe that you don’t cheat, Malice?”
He opened his arms. “I don’t.”
“Why? Because it’s against your religion?” I half kidded.
“Nah, I just live by a different set of rules.”
“And what’s that?”
He licked his lips, as the waitress approached us with a tray of food.
“Sorry about the delay on the drinks,” she apologized, as she placed our plates in front of us. “But the good news is that your food and drinks are now here, at the same time.” She placed both of our tall wine glasses on the table.
“Thank you,” I smirked.
“You’re welcome. You guys need anything else?”
“No, we’re fine, for now,” I responded.
“Okay, well, just let me know,” she offered, before ambling off.
“This shit smells good,” he claimed, before digging in.
I nodded, while grabbing the utensils. “Now, back to the discussion at hand. What are these set of rules you live by?”
He took a sip of his mimosa, before speaking. “That when you out here, taking chances, then you never show disloyalty to the muthafucka who can testify against you.”
I arched a brow. “So, you’re faithful because you don’t want her to snitch on you?”
“I’m faithful because I aint one of them niggas who tries to redefine what loyalty means. It aint just about money and me taking care of shit. If I aint got enough discipline to not fuck around, then I aint keeping it a hunnid with her. And I damn sure can’t expect that from her, if I aint giving it. I give what I’d want to receive.”
“Oh, wow. I wasn’t expecting that,” I admitted.
“Right. So, where is the ex that won’t leave you alone?”
I sighed. “I left him in my bed, but I'm sure that he’s up now, wondering where the hell I went.”
“Damn. So, you just burnt off without saying nothing?”
“Pretty much.”
He shook his head. “He’s definitely a different type of nigga. So, it’s probably safer for you over there, anyway.”
I frowned in confusion. “Safer?”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “Because if you was mine, then you’d know better. Cause you’d know how shit could go. I’d shut this whole muthafuckin restaurant down.”
I smirked and rolled my eyes. “Boy, bye.”
“Okay. Think I'm playing.”
“Don’t worry, I will.” I winked. “But on another note, I’m glad that we were able to sit down and have this talk.”
“Me too.” He stuffed a piece of French toast into his mouth.
