Page 165 of The Ninth

“It was nothing.”

“It was everything. Despite everything going on, you still were thinking about me. Not acting out or tryna prove this or that. That’s why I love you. Want to make you my wife. Want to be with you forever. Not just your beauty, but your heart. You don’t have to tell me you love me. Your heart always speaks for you.”

At this point I was pressed against the side dresser as he was pressed against me. Love, desire, hurt, and longing wrapped both of us up. I shook my head softly as he stroked my cheek with his thumb.

“We haven’t spoken. Y-you’re not supposed to be here.”

“I’m supposed to be wherever you are.”

I threw myself into his arms. The sex was nothing short of desperate. Emotional. Tearful. Anger. We still haven’t talked about Juan or the guard. For the last few days, we haven’t spoken about anything that’s not surface level. He sneaks over, we fuck, and he leaves.

It was almost as painful as being apart.

My eyes opened as he began kissing my face. A smile showed up on our faces at the same time. As soon as his eyes moved to my hair and back down, I mugged his head hard as hell. He instantly started chuckling.

“You look beautiful with your ponytail, Crybaby. Especially after I fucked some of your curls loose.”

“Then why you holding back from asking why my hair ain’t done?!”

“Because why it ain’t done, folks?!”

We both cracked up laughing.

“I just been busy. Sad and busy.”

His smile grew softer as he rubbed my back. My phone ringing caused the loving look to switch to darkness quick. It was kind of late, so there should only be one of three bitches calling this phone. Niggas don’t have my number...but I couldn’t remember if I blocked Juan back.

He reached behind me, snatching it off the dresser. I held my breath until his face relaxed and he handed me the phone. I answered the FaceTime from Kenzie.

Me: Ouuuuu, you decent as hell!

I yelled, complimenting her. She was out at dinner looking fine as fuck.

From the corner of my eye, I watched Kenzo hop out of bed and start to dress.

Kenzie: Thank you, baby! Hey...guess who I’m with.

I froze as Kenzo scoffed, shaking his head. Clearly the nigga she was with was making her call me. And fucking with Kenzie’s ass, she could be with Idris for all I know. Now this nigga right here is thinking birds of a feather!

Me: Kenzie, you calling and asking dumb shit! All you ever be with is his lil ugly ass.

Nigga: Yeah, aight!

It was clearly her YN.

Nigga: You stay cappin!

Me: As soon as I said lil ugly ass you spoke right up so what that say about you?

Nigga: On foenem you better be lucky yo nigga home.

Kenzie and I cackled as K3 shook his head, putting his shoes on.

Me: WHY, YOU SCARED?! If Kenzie can beat you up, I don’t need him. But uh, I have to go. I’ll call y’all later.

Kenzie: Bye baby!

I hung up, rushing and sitting up in bed, “Papa!” I yelled desperately as he started to walk out. He stopped, turning towards me. “Will you stay? Please?”