Page 11 of Maybe I’m the Problem

“I had to drop something off to a client,” I lied as I stepped out of the car. “Can you get my gas? I can’t find my debit card.”

“Did you really just ask me that? Get back in the car, I got you.”

It was a close call, but as long as he bought it, I was good. Now, to put the icing on the cake, I had to get him to come home with me since I was mean as hell earlier. Law wasn’t a dumb nigga, but I knew he loved me and would overlook my nasty attitude that I had with him earlier. Fucking around with Trey was going to get us both killed.

8. LAW

After I finished pumping both of our gas, Summer got out of her car and approached me. Now I didn’t want to be an insecure ass nigga, but I know what I know. And what I did know is the smell of another nigga. Summer lied to me and told me she was doing something for a client, but she couldn’t lie for shit.

“Do you mind chilling with me tonight? It’s late and there’s no need for you to go all the way home when you can come with me,” Summer stated.

“Now you want a nigga to chill with you. Earlier, you didn’t want to be bothered, and now I’m supposed to stop what I’m doing.”

“Exactly, what are you doing out this late?”

“Don’t flip this shit. Get your ass in the damn car, and I’ll follow you.”

Summer was on that slick shit but there ain’t never been a person that’s tried me on some snake shit and didn’t get caught. I followed behind her closely as she drove to her spot. She kept looking at me through her rearview mirror like she was nervous. Summer didn’t have to worry about me questioning her because she couldn’t hide shit.

Jill wasn’t home when we got to the apartment. I slipped my shoes off and followed Summer to her room. She unlocked the door and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower. I was taking notes on her ass. Summer had just taken a shower when I was here earlier and now here it was almost midnight and she was taking another shower.

“You must have worked out or some shit?” I asked her.

“What you mean?”

“You getting in the shower.”

“Oh, you know how I am,” she brushed me off.

I walked up to her and tried to kiss her, but she turned her head.

“Let me take a shower and then you can kiss on me all you want to.”

I just looked at her and backed away. While she showered, I flipped the television, looking for something to watch. Summer’s music was drowning out the television. Throwing the remote down and picking up my phone, I scrolled through a few of my apps when her phone started ringing. I ignored it because we didn’t do the go through the phone thing. Hell, she wasn’t my wife yet.

There was a message from an unsaved number, and again I ignored it and went back to my phone. My green light on Facebook gave muthafuckas the permission to jump in my inbox. The shit was aggravating as hell. My inbox went off again, but it was Pinkie. I wasn’t about to entertain her ass either. She was after me hard, but I wasn’t about to fuck around with her. She was thirsty and thirsty hoes fucked up niggas’ lives and shit.

Summer’s phone had gone off three more times and she still hadn’t gotten out the shower. It was the same number. The next time it went off, I promised myself that I was going to answer. The only person calling back to back was a nigga. I’m sure that’s where her ass was coming from.

Ring…Ring…Ring

I snatched the phone up so fast that I dropped my shit on the floor.

“Yea.” I spoke in the phone, already getting out the bed. I picked my phone up and checked for damages before sliding it in my pocket.

“Where Summer at?” A nigga asked.

Pulling the phone away from my ear, I walked to the bathroom door where Summer was still washing her pussy like she was trying to get that nigga off her. I could clearly see her through the shower door.

“She in the shower. Who this?”

“What?” Summer yelled.

“Oh, nothing bae. Just a nigga on the phone asking for you.”

Summer pulled the shower door open with soap still on her. “What you said?”

“It’s a nigga on the phone for you.”