Page 82 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

By the time we left there, it was around eight at night. My girls walked me to my car, and each of them hugged me.

“Are you sure you can get yourself home?” Ari asked.

I nodded with a smile. “Yeah, girl, I am good. I will let you know when I get home.”

I hopped in my car and pulled off with the music blasting and the window down, blowing that start-of-fall air in my face, helping me get home in one piece.

I was around the corner from my crib when I got a message from Rosama telling me he was about to pull up as well. I quickly sobered up, got home, and sat on the hood of my car, waiting.

About ten minutes later, I heard bass coming down the street, looked up, and saw him coming. My heart was beating in my ear by the time he parked behind me and hopped outta his car.

“Wussup, princess,” he said as he walked up on me.

“Wussup?” I said, looking him up and down. “You good? Handled your business?”

He nodded. “I did. Dre bout to make money now.”

I nodded back at him. “That is good. Can we go inside and talk?”

“Yeah,” he said with a laugh. “Everything good?”

I hopped outta my car and grabbed my bag. “We bout to see.”

Rosama followed behind me up the steps into my place. Inside, he closed the door behind him, and I went to change into some sweats and a crop top and put my hair up.

When I walked outta my room and down the hallway, I saw him in the kitchen rollin up, so I walked up to him and knocked the blunt outta his hand.

“AYO!” he yelled.

“Do you take me as a joke, Rosama?” I asked him.

“No, baby, what the fuck is up with you?” he asked.

“Did you leave my house the other night?”

He stared at me for a second before he answered, and I punched him in his chest.

“Yo, Nylah!” he said as he tried to ease outta the kitchen without me hitting him again. “Chill the fuck out. No, I didn’t leave ya shit.”

I rushed him again, punching him in his chest and his face, and each one of my blows was connecting.

“Girl, what the fuck is wrong with you?!” he yelled out, grabbing my arms to stop me.

“’Cause you are a fuckin’ liar!”

“No the fuck I am not!”

I snatched away from him and went and grabbed my phone off my dresser and came back into the living room.

“So what the fuck is this?” I asked as I threw the phone at him.

He picked it up and stared at it for a second, then looked at me.

“Baby—”

“Blaze was outside my house when I was goin’ out, asking me if I was okay, then showed me this,” I said, interrupting him.

Rosama stared at the phone a few minutes longer, then looked back up at me.