Page 89 of Just Listen
Malice paused, instead of heading back out of the room. “Who you on the phone with?”
“Huh?” My eyes brightened, while my heart skipped a beat. Frankly, I wasn’t expecting him to concern himself with my phone.
He frowned, as he stomped around to my side of the bed. “I asked who you on the phone with.”
No lie, I was frozen, not knowing what to say or do.
I guess Malice quickly grew impatient, because he snatched my cell right out of my hand.
“Hello?” He spoke with my phone pressed against his ear. “Who this?”
Realizing that my phone was loud as hell, which was probably why Malice had enquired about who I was talking to, I could clearly hear Zae’s voice.
“Main, look, I didn’t call to talk to you, homeboy. So, I advise you to hand that phone back to Jaylah. Cause on my mama, you’on want these problems.”
Sucking his teeth, Malice removed the phone from his ear to examine the screen. “Zae? That’s your name, right? You…you the ex, huh?”
Feeling the heat, I decided to get out of the kitchen. So, I rolled out of bed, placing some distance between me and Malice.
“Yeah, that’s me, nigga,” Zae scoffed.
“Okay. Well, I’ma take it that you don’t know. So, I’ma give you a pass this one time. But know that me and Jaylah is doing our thing now. Me, her, and my daughter. From here on out, I got them. So, you aint gotta text, asking about her or my baby. Sending that weak ass chump’s change. None of that.”
My lashes fluttered, as I realized that Malice must’ve been going through my phone or something. Because how else did he know that Zae was still sending money?
“Nigga, fuck you!” Zae lashed, obviously losing his cool. “Ion take commands from no nigga. So, if you want me off her, then come make me move around.”
“Alright, bet. Say less.” Malice nodded, before ending the call. He then tossed my phone onto the bed, before focusing on me. “The fuck was you talking to that nigga for?”
I shrugged. “We speak from time to time. I didn’t think it was that deep.”
“Oh, well, shit, it’s that deep for me. That aint what we doing. Aint finna be no keeping contact with exes. Through text messages, social media, or fucking family. Block that nigga, and anybody else you used to deal with.”
I huffed out. “Okay.”
“You heard me?” He pressed, while we locked eyes.
I nodded. “Yes. I hear you.”
“Okay, cool. Come downstairs, and put something on your stomach. Then we can take a bath, and hit the door, before it’s too late.”
I frowned in confusion. “Where are we going?”
He looked me up and down. “Don’t you worry about that. Just do what I asked, please?”
Nodding, I headed out of the room, deciding that I wouldn’t argue, and just do what he’d asked.
~~~Chapter 20~~~
“Okay,” I drawled, as I glanced around. “Who lives here?” I enquired, as I eyed the two-story, massively impressive home we’d just pulled up to. I could tell that it was recently built, with modern architecture, and extremely high ceilings.
We’d just entered a gated community, where there was plenty of property in between homes, giving estate vibes. I peeped that four different cars were parked out front, ranging from a simple Lexus to a nice Benz truck. All foreign.
“This is my mama’s house,” Malice revealed with a confident smirk.
I creased my brows. “So, you got your mama in a house this big, and still pay the mortgage somewhere else?”
He stroked his goatee. “Something like that. Initially…I bought it for everybody. Her, me, my siblings. Everybody. I wanted it big, so that it could grow with us, and we could all live together, comfortably.”
