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“What I want to say might be too much.”

Our food came out. I smiled at it and started to mix my pasta around, ready to dig in while I waited for him to say whatever he had on his mind.

“I hope that I can be the reason that you want to sign them papers.”

My head shot up from my pasta.

“What?”

“I hope that I can be the reason that you sign them papers. I have always liked you, and I didn’t know what was going on, but I had an idea. And even though I hate the circumstances, I thought this might be my chance to get your attention.”

“My attention? My attention for what?”

“To show you that you deserve better, and that I am the one for you.”

I stared at him for a minute, not even knowing what to say, and he could tell that he caught me off guard. All he did was smile and start to cut his steak.

“All I am asking you for is time,” he said softly. “Then you can chose if you gonna keep fighting to be with him, or if you gonna come and be happy with me. Are you cool with that?”

Even though I had no intention of leaving Rosama, he was out with God only knew who. It was no reason why I couldn’t have some fun too. I took a sip of my wine and scooted closer to Shyheim.

“Okay,” I said low. “I will give you a chance.”

Shyheim leaned over and kissed me. I hadn’t been kissed in so long I had to control myself as he pulled away.

“That’s all I need. I got you from here.”

Chapter 13

Nylah

Rosama was still texting and calling my line, and I was still ignoring him. I was up in so many ways and had just got an A on my project in school. The last thing I needed was a nigga I wasn’t with bringing me down, so instead of sitting around my house or going out with my girls. I decided to hit that nigga Mario up and let him know that, well, it was his turn.

“Ms. Nylah?” he said as he picked up.

“Hey, Mario.”

“You got time for a nigga now?” he said playfully.

I laughed. “I mean, yeah. You want to give me your time?”

He sucked his teeth. “You know damn well I want to give you my time, and some other things.”

“So wussup, what’s the move?” I asked.

“Shit, lil’ lady, send me ya address and I’ll come scoop you.”

“Say less, I got you.”

After we hung up, I sent him my address, then went to my room to get dressed. As I was in my closet looking for something simple to put on, Rosama was calling me again.

I glanced at the screen as it rang, thinking about answering it, but decided to leave it alone.

“You don’t need a nigga like him in ya life, Nylah,” I mumbled to myself.

My phone then lit up again with a text from him.

Rosama: What the fuck are you on, ma? Get up with me ASAP.