Page 4 of Certified To Handle You 2

Now look at my ass…standin’ out here cryin’ after lettin’ Renza take me too damn fast,

I slowed down when I got outside, my hands pressin’ against my thighs as I tried to catch my breath, but that shit wasn’t workin’ ‘cause my mind wouldn’t slow down for shit. Everything kept playin’ back to back, and no matter how much I tried to push it away, I could still feel Renza all over me.

My neck was sore where his hand had been, and every time I swallowed, I felt that pressure all over again like my bodyrefused to let me forget it. And then on top of that, I could still feel him between my legs.

That alone made my stomach twist, ‘cause I ain’t even wanna admit what that shit did to me. I ain’t wanna think about how my body reacted to him or how I lost control of that moment, ‘cause that would mean I had to admit I let it happen. And I couldn’t sit with that right now.

“Sha’Nelle…” Toni said softer this time when she finally reached me, and the second I turned toward her, she saw everything all over my face.

She ain’t even hesitate before she started wipin’ my tears with her hand, her brows pulled together like she already knew who this was about.

“What the fuck is goin’ on?” she asked low.

I swallowed, my throat tight as hell and for a second, I couldn’t even get the damn words out.

“Renza…” I said, then shook my head ‘cause that wasn’t even enough to explain none of this shit. “He fucked me.”

Toni’s eyes went wide so fast it almost threw me off, and she leaned back a lil’ while she tried to process what I just said, her face shiftin’ from confusion to straight disbelief.

“Bitch when?!” she snapped.

I just looked at her and ain’t say nothin’, ‘cause I already knew I ain’t even have to. The way I was standin’ here… the way my hair looked, and the way my body felt… all that shit said enough.

That’s when it clicked for Toni. Her eyes dropped to my hair, then to my neck, and the way her hand flew up to her mouth told me she saw some shit that was gon’ fuck up my whole trip.

“Bitch… you got two big ass hickies on yo’ damn neck.”

My heart dropped clean to my stomach. I pulled my phone out quick and flipped the camera on, and when I saw the marks sittin’ bold as hell on my neck, I felt my whole chest tighten.

“This nigga…” I muttered, starin’ at myself in disbelief.

Like why the fuck would he even do that?

My phone buzzed in my hand, and when I saw Couture texted me sayin’ he ain’t see no gifts and he was on his way back, panic hit me all over again.

“Oh my God…” I whispered. “I’m fucked up.”

Toni grabbed my shoulders and turned me toward her, her hands already movin’ to fix my hair and pull it down over my neck to cover the marks.

“Relax, bitch,” she said, even though I could hear the stress in her voice. “We gon’ fix it. Just chill.”

“Toni, I just cheated on that man,” I said, my voice crackin’ as I looked at her. “He don’t deserve that.”

She ain’t even answer that part. She just kept fixin’ me, tryna make me look like nothin’ happened.

Then, headlights pulled up, and both of us turned at the same time.

“Here he come,” she muttered.

Everything in me tightened up. I forced myself to move, walkin’ toward the passenger side while Toni went to the driver’s window like she already had a plan.

Couture looked confused as hell as his eyes moved between us like he was tryna piece together what happened.

“One of my cousins got drunk and started trippin’, and Sha’Nelle had to get her together,” Toni said smooth, like she been waitin’ to say that.

He looked at me, and I just nodded ‘cause I ain’t trust myself to say shit without fuckin’ it up.

Couture studied me for a second, then looked back at Toni before noddin’ slow. When she told me she was gon’ call me and stepped back, I already felt that tension settin’ in.