Page 18 of Soft On Her
Terrel: Milani already over there beating yo ass?? Good. My dick still hurts. I hope she kicked you in the pussy.
I was too furious to respond to Terrel. The loud whirring of my garage door lifting sent me in that direction. “Don’t even turn that truck off! Back it out of the garage!”
Bill nodded and backed out of the garage.
“What happened?” Levi questioned, cutting across the grass with a plate of toast, bacon, and scrambled eggs in his hands. He shoveled another spoonful of eggs into his mouth anticipating my answer.
“Milani went back to AC. I don’t care about the consequences, I’m willing to accept whatever smoke comes with the move I’m about to make.”
“Yo, she so fuckin’ tenda. Don’t ever play on my top again,” Terrel shouted, walking slowly from the opposite direction.
“You were still laying down over there?”
“Maybe,” he flashed a crooked grin. “But that’s not the issue at hand. I’ve done some shit in my life, but taking a nigga’s bitch up out of his crib ain’t one of them. I’m down to ride though. Just be prepared to return the favor if I ever need it in the future.”
“Just let me eat right quick.”
“Whatever you are going to do has to be done now to minimize issues. I had Quinn track their family's private jet, and they said AC is on his way back because his fiancée and sister are missing,” Levi detailed, eyeing me suspiciously.
“I didn’t do shit to Deja,” I refuted.
“Damn, not thick shit missing,” Terrel sighed.
“If you are attracted to her, why didn’t my father arrange a marriage between you and Deja since her family wants ties so bad?”
“Uncle Luis knows good and fucking well I’m not getting married no time soon. I wanna smash. I’m not trying to wife her.”
“You do realize that time is ticking for you as well? I have three years, you have three and a half, and Levi has four.”
“Y’all going to gossip or get on the move?” Levi monotoned.
From the outside looking in, everyone thought Levi was the oldest of the three of us. He was definitely the most mature of the three, and I always gave credit where it was due. Oddly enough, Levi was the baby of the group.
“Damn nigga. We movin’, we movin’,” Terrel confirmed. “Did ma make some breakfast for me too? Let me grab my plate, and I’mma ride with you, Sneaux. Levi is running off no sleep, and it shows.”
“Fuck you nigga,” Levi spat.
“Love you too nigga.”
Standing backward underneath the warm shower water, I rinsed the conditioner out of my hair while massaging my scalp. The bathroom door swung open, but the condensation and frosted glass shower doors made it impossible to see who was there.
“Ummmm. Who is it?” I called out, immediately apprehensive.
Deja hadn’t answered her phone all morning. She was a stranger to me, so I wasn’t sure if she was perturbed that I left the lounge, or what. However, I did check the news, and there were no confirmed victims after the shooting last night, so I could only assume that she was safe. I didn’t bother to text AC or his father. No calls or texts from them was good news in my eyes.
With all of that being said, I was the only person in the house when I stepped into the shower, so my adrenaline immediately started pumping when there was no reply. I turned the water offand reached for the towel dangling from the hook on the back shower wall.
“Who’s there?” I stated again now that the water was off and my body was covered.
I wrapped the second towel around my head and slowly slid the shower door back, my heart rate increasing with each passing second. The best case scenario would be Deja, but she didn’t give me creepy vibes like she would do something like this. After hearing that AC was a whore and apparently fucking someone else last night, touching me wasn’t a part of our future plans, so I was praying it wasn’t him. I just had to get a few answers out of him before I could find my way back to Sneaux.
As I prayed for the best and prepared for the worst, I realized just how dystopian the process of an arranged marriage was. I was joining a family I knew nothing about. In a home that I struggled to even find a bathroom to shower in, and now only God knows who entered the bathroom while I’m naked. My life rested in the hands of strangers, and I couldn’t believe that women in my family had been subjected to these nerve racking conditions for decades.
“Sneaux!” I gasped, then emitted an audible sigh of relief when I realized I wouldn’t have to fight someone off in the nude. “What are you doing here? AC has cameras all over the house.”
“You think I give a fuck, Milani?” She sneered, slipping off the counter. “After the night we shared, you run back here the second I’m not looking?”
“It’s not like that,” I argued.
