Once I was dressed, I washed my face and brushed my teeth before I put the rest of my stuff in my bag and joined her in the living room again. Reelle was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed. They were toned as fuck, and looking good as hell. I tried not to stare, but it was hard.
“Let’s roll, shorty. I’ll drive and then bring you back here so that you can get your car.”
“I can drive.”
“Did I say you couldn’t? Damn, why the fuck you gotta fight me on everything, Reelle? Just for once say okay and roll with it. You’re stubborn as fuck.”
“And you need to learn how to talk to people. Let’s just go so that we can get this over with. You don’t like me and I don’t like you. The faster we get your damn phone then you can go away.”
“You need to stop acting like you don't wanna be around me, shorty. I bet your ass was in there playing in your shit last night thinking about me. Pussy just dripping.” I lifted my bag and walked to the door. I held it open for her and she sucked her teeth and passed me. Once I had it shut, she pulled her keys out to lock it, but I stopped her. “I’ll use mine.”
I did that shit just to fuck with her.
“How did you even get a key to my apartment?”
“I know people.” I locked her door and she held her hand out.
“Can I have that please.”
“For what, you got one don't you?” I shoved it in my pocket. I had a feeling that I was gon’ need that. Reelle didn't know it, but she was getting to me.
“Yes, asshole, I have one because I live here. My name is on the lease, but yours isn't so you don't need one. Can I please have my key?”
I kept walking and she followed me. I hit the remote to unlock my doors, walked straight to the passenger side of my G-Wagon, pulled her door and waited. She got in and then I shut it, opening the rear door and tossing my bag in before I slid in the driver's seat.
“Well?”
“Well, what?” I knew she was still talking about the key, but she wasn't getting that shit.
“Can I have my key?”
“No, ’cause it's not yours, it's mine. I paid for it.” Which was true. I paid my people to break into the rental office and get one of the copies they had.
“But my name is on the lease, so no matter who you paid to steal it for you, it belongs to me.”
“How the fuck you know my name isn't on it too?”
“On what, my lease?”
“Yeah, I mean, I got a key right. You don't know who I know or what I’m capable of, so maybe I had them put my name on that shit too.”
“You better not have.” She looked annoyed as fuck, but it was so got damn cute.
“Or what, Reelle? You keep flexing like you got power, baby girl. You can't do shit.”
“You don't know what I can do, so don't assume stuff.”
I chuckled and ignored her. “What do you want to eat?”
“I don't, let's just go get this over with.”
“What I tell you ’bout raising your damn voice at me? My back hurts and I’m hungry as fuck, so let's go eat. You pick or I will, but either way we’re ’bout to go eat.”
“You really are an asshole.”
“Tell me some shit I don't know.” She rolled her eyes and I laughed. I was about to take her to eat and then do whatever else I could to waste time. I needed her with me for a little longer so I that I could figure her out. She was gon’ be mad as hell, but she was mine for the next few hours.
*****
When I finally dropped Reelle back at her place to get her car, she had softened up a little. She was still being difficult as fuck, but I could tell she liked spending time with me, which was a good thing. I planned on checking her out later. A nigga had a key to her spot, so I might as well use it.
Right now I had to go see what was up with my brother. This whole Rah situation needed to be fixed, or this nigga was gon’ lose his mind. Rah and Zora were everything to Hayes. Never in my life had a seen a nigga more faithful than him. In all the years they had been together, he hadn't
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