Page 25 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

“Now you can go home or call somebody else on your roster, and I’ma go back to eatin’ my food.”

“And that’s it?” he asked.

I nodded. “That’s it for you,” I corrected.

He held that look for a second, like he was trying to see if there was any wiggle room around what I said.

It wasn’t.

Eventually, he nodded once.

“Iight, ma. I’ma let you have this.”

He stepped back, giving me full space now, but before turning away, he looked me up and down one last time.

“What if I tell you I’ma still come around?”

I smirked. “Come around for what?”

“Because I want you and still want to take you out.”

I smirked slightly but didn’t soften. “You can try.”

That made him chuckle under his breath.

Rosama then turned and walked down the steps. As he opened his car door, he looked back at me with a smile. “I’ma be back around tho’.”

I nodded at him, already knowing. He then hopped in his car and pulled off.

I closed my door behind me, locked it, then stood there for a second longer than I needed to.

As I walked back to my couch, I couldn’t stop smiling a lil’ to myself, like I was annoyed that I was even smiling in the first place.

I dropped back down, picking my food up again, acting like I was locked in on eating when I really wasn’t even focused on the plate anymore.

My mind kept going back to Rosama and what just happened. The way he stood there, smooth even when I was checking him. The way he tried to talk his way through it, like he wasn’t used to a door not opening back up for him just ‘cause he was there.

And the way he still didn’t want to walk away without getting what he wanted.

I clicked my tongue, shaking my head a lil’.

“I got that nigga,” I muttered to myself.

Rosama thought he was gonna have his cake and eat it too, and I wasn’t going for that.

I wasn’t the bitches that he was used to that he could easily charm, and from how he walked off my steps with his tail tucked between his legs, I knew he felt that shit.

Rosama was a dog-ass nigga who neva been told no before. I knew he was gonna be around like a stray dog does before he even said it, and was probably gonna try to step hard or prove a point that he was not the type of nigga that I was making him out to be.

I started laughing to myself so hard that I had to put my food down. It’s been a long-ass time since I had to tame a dog-ass nigga, but by the way Rosama moved, I knew that shit was about to be fun.

Chapter 7

Rosama

Idrove to the crib in complete silence after that girl talked to me the way that she did.

But it’s okay. Nylah didn’t know Rosama.