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“I ain’t broken up with nobody. Your ass might be broken up with me, but I am very much so still in a fucking relationship with you.”

“Do you know how crazy that shit sounds?”

“When have I ever cared about sounding or acting crazy?” I asked, raising my eyebrow as I folded my arms too.

“Anyway,” she said, rolling her eyes. “What do you want, Hasan?”

“I want to know what the fuck is wrong with you? I’ve been calling, texting, and coming by the house for three fucking weeks, and you’ve been doing everything in your power to fucking duck and dodge me like you owe me money or something. What the fuck did I do?”

“You know exactly what you did! And I didn’t come here to do this with you. I came to enjoy my night, and that’s what I’m going to do.”

“Xiyah, quit fucking playing with me. You know damn well you brought your ass here dressed like this knowing that I was going to be here.”

“That must be why you came here, to see me. I, on the other hand, didn’t come here for all of that. As a matter of fact, you’re keeping me from holding my spot in the line,” she said, trying to storm off.

Before she could get too far, I pulled her back, picked her ass up, and threw her over my shoulder. I wasn’t done talking with her, and she wasn’t going anywhere until we were done and came to an understanding that didn’t piss me off.

Once I got to a location I felt was secluded enough, I placed her down on the ground and forced her to face me. She was trying to hold her feelings inside, but I knew she liked that shit. Xiyah liked pushing a niggas buttons just so I could manhandle and fuck the shit out of her later. For some crazy ass reason, it did it for her. And she’d mastered pissing me off in ways that only her ass could.

“Why the fuck do you always want to make shit so damn difficult, ma? We were good, and then you went and got in your feelings about some shit that I didn’t even do.”

As I waited for her to answer me, I admired the outfit she had on. I wanted to rip that shit off and fuck the shit out of her right here. I knew she wore that shit because she was hoping that I would be here and like it, and she was right. I loved the way she looked in her outfit. I just hated that these other motherfuckers, especially Carter’s bitch ass, got to see her in it, too.

I guessed it didn’t matter, though. Whatever Xiyah wore, she was going to look beautiful in. Her warm caramel-brown skin was beautiful as hell and made me want to lick all over her ass right here, regardless of her attitude. She wore her hair down, which I always preferred, because it gave her an exotic look. Right now, the shit was in some kind of wavy style that fell down to her ass, and I wanted to grab that shit, too. And even though she was trying to have an attitude with me right now, I still found myself getting lost in her beautiful brown eyes.

“I don’t make shit difficult, Hasan. You just don’t like when things don’t go your way. But newsflash, nigga, you don’t control me,” she said, stepping closer to me.

Smirking down at her, I tilted my head to the side. She really thought she was running shit, and I liked to let her think that she was most of the time.

But where I started to draw the line was when she thought she was going to walk out of my life like I didn’t mean shit to her, or like she wasn’t my world. That was when I had to show her who really ran shit, and how things were going to go with us.

“Who are you talking to like that, ma?” I asked, picking her up again and backing her into the wall behind us.

Instead of waiting for her to speak, I began sucking on her neck. I knew that was her spot, and I could feel her knees shaking against my body. As a moan escaped her mouth, I knew I had her little wannabe hostile ass right where I wanted her to be.

“You didn’t answer my question, ma? Who the fuck are you talking to like that?”

“I’m uh…I’m…I’m talking to you. Hasan, I’m talking to you. Shit. Okay, stop. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“We can do whatever the fuck I say we’re going to do. You’re my woman, so why the fuck can’t I kiss on you like this?” I asked, going back to sucking on her neck.

“Because people are watching, and we’re not together anymore. Put me down,” she said, wiggling as her legs fell from my grip and she was on the ground again.

Once I made sure she was good, I forced her to look at me. I was trying to figure out if she was serious, or if she truly thought this shit was a game. Clearly, she didn’t know the kind of nigga that she had, but I loved her more than life itself, so I had no problem with helping her understand what the fuck it really was when it came to us.

THREE

XIYAH

As I watched Hasan stand there watching me, I knew he came out tonight to pull his greatest bullshit. He always thought things were supposed to go his way, but that wasn’t about to happen tonight. I was standing on business when it came to us, no matter how much he didn’t like it.

Now that shit was a lot easier said than done. He was so damn fine that it was hard as hell for me to stay mad at him. I really wanted to sit on his face and say fuck it, but that wasn’t what was best for me. But as he pulled his braids back into a ponytail, I was able to get a good look at his face. His thick eyebrows were bunched together like he was already tired of my bullshit. His brown eyes held so much intensity, yet love, behind them that I was torn on what to do with him. Jesus, why was he so damn fine?

“I’m serious, why do you have to be so damn difficult, Xiyah?” he asked, bringing me back to reality.

“No, the better question is why do you have to be so difficult, Hasan? I asked you what the fuck all of that shit was about, and you didn’t feel the need to explain yourself. You had shit to handle, remember? I told you to make a decision about how you wanted to handle shit with us and our relationship moving forward. You didn’t want to do that, so I did the shit for you. Now, you want to act like I’m the one that’s being difficult. Nah, I’m just not letting you play with me like that.”

“Xiyah,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You asked me a fucking question while I was out working about some bullshit that you should’ve known wasn’t fucking true. But I still said that we could talk about it later. But because I didn’t answer it right then, you and that crazy ass brain of yours came up with your own conclusion about what it was.”