Page 104 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

“Girl, walk the fuck outside.”

I rolled my eyes and did what he said and walked past my girls.

“We sorry,” Denise said.

“Yeah, we should have listened,” Raven added.

I walked outside the event, and Rosama stood beside me.

“Did you drive?”

“No,” I responded with an attitude.

“Good, get in my car,” he said as he walked away from me.

I didn’t follow him right away. I just stood there for a second, watching him walk.

“I don’t think I want⁠—”

“Nylah, come get in the fuckin’ car!” he said, through his teeth, with a look in his eye that said he was far from playing.

I followed behind him and walked to his car. Rosama opened the door for me and helped me in like always, but I could tell that nigga was mad.

Once he got in the car, he looked at me before starting it.

“I low-key can’t believe you,” was all he said as he pulled off.

I had to turn to the window to hide my amusement.

It took us about five minutes to get to his house. I didn’t even realize how close we were to his crib. He parked the car and walked around to help me out, keeping the same disappointed look on his face as we walked across the street and inside his place.

“How the fuck you gonna come to my hood and show out like that!” Rosama yelled as he slammed his door shut.

I took a seat on his couch and lit the roach in his ashtray.

“Excuse you?” I said calmly.

“Nigga, you heard me,” he said while he walked around, getting comfortable. “You haven’t been callin’ me, haven’t been texting me. But then my nigga calls and tells me he saw you sliding into the party and shit.”

I rolled my eyes. “And? Nigga, I can do and go whereva the fuck I want.”

“No, the fuck you can’t!” he barked back. “Not when you belong to me, and not in my hood.”

I stood up. “Rosama, fuck you and your hood! You don’t run shit with me, and you fuckin’ cheated! So what the fuck does it matter what I do?”

“Oohhh! I see,” he said as he poured himself a drink. “This is get back—you are playin’ get back.”

I shook my head with a lil’ laugh. “It’s not get back, my luv…I'm just movin’ how you move.”

Rosama palmed his face for a second. “Oh my God. And that’s what I been tryin’ to tell yo’ ass, but you don’t want to listen. I didn’t fuckin’ cheat on you! Yes, I let shorty talk me into takin’ her to the room. Yes, I pulled my dick out, and it was in her hand. But I stopped her, left her on the floor, and came back to you.”

I rushed ova to him and started punching on him.

“And you feel like that makes it any better?! Because you stopped and came back home to me? Rosama, fuck you for real, yo! I should have paid attention to all the warning signs I had before I started fuckin’ with you for real.”

Rosama caught my hands and locked eyes with me.

“You don’t mean that shit,” he said with a soft, deep tone.