Inconvenience People

Chapter 7

Shai and Josiah in MM

Three weeks later

Cheyenne POV
After dealing with the last three customers, I started to stock up the shelves, since I noticed the new clothing items we just got were running out. I already sent Britt and Veronica home since it was only fifteen minutes from closing time. A lot of college kids were here as well. It's their early spring break so that explains why. My father is picking up Shai and Josiah from school and they're going to be spending the night at his place. Chris is supposed to be picking me up today because my car won't start, so i'll have to let a mechanic look at that.

I heard the store make a bell sound that it usually does when someone enters. I looked up to see it was another college dude. He's alright but nothing compared to my baby Chris.

I walked over to him, "Hey, just to let you know, it's fifteen minutes before closing time so-

"I did came here to buy something for my sister but seeing you made my mind foggy." He said, "What's your name ma' ?", he asked, licking his lips.

"How about you buy something for your sister first." I suggested.

He nodded and I watched how he scanned the store looking undecided. I giggled to myself, "How old is she ?" I asked.

"Seventeen."

I looked around and picked this nice tank top, "I'm pretty sure she'll like this.", I said.

He nodded and I rung up the shirt before putting it in a bag and handing it to him.

"So about the name..." He mentioned.

"Oh, Cheyenne." I shrugged.

"Cheyenne ?" He asked for confirmation and I nodded.

"How old are you ma' ?" He asked.

"I think i'm a little too old for you."

"Age ain't nun but a numba." He said in an accent, leaning his elbows on the counter.

"I don't think my fiance would like that." I replied.

"Ya fiancé got you working here by yourself ?"

"Yes and I think it's time for you to leave."

"Can I have your number first ?" He asked.

I ignored him and rolled my eyes from aggravation. I locked the cash register and walked around the counter. Suddenly I felt his hand grab my wrist and he pulled me closer to him.

"I think you heard me ask for your number.", he said, but in a more serious tone.

"Get your filthy ass hands off of me." I gritted.

I tried to remove my wrist from his grasp but he kept tightening his grip. I winced in pain.

"Let go of me !", I yelled, pushing his chest.,

"Shut the fuck up !", he yelled in my face.

I heard a gun cock and I turned my head to see Chris. A feeling of relief washed over me.

Once I felt his grasp loosen, I removed my wrist. He held his hands up in defense, "Look, I- I didn't mean any harm." You could hear the shakiness in his voice.

I backed away as Chris walked up closer towards him, "Is there a reason you got your hands on my fiancé ?", he asked calmly. Which freaked me out.

"I- I didn't-

"There should be no fucking reason !" He snapped, causing me to jump, "Get the fuck up out this bitch before I put a hole in your dumb ass !" He yelled.

The guy ran out the store. Chris tucked the gun back in his side, "hurry up and lock this shit.", he said.

I was going to argue with him for the way he talked to me but I changed my mind. Instead, I locked the the store and walked to where Chris was standing. He grabbed my arm roughly and we started walking to his car.

"Chris let go of my arm.", I argued.
He ignored me as we continued walking to his car, "I said let go of me Chris !"

We got to his car and he opened the passenger door, basically throwing me inside. I rolled my eyes and furrowed my eyebrows as he got inside and slammed his door.

"Why the fuck were you in there by yourself ?!" He asked me.

"It was fifteen minutes before closing time Chris. I already sent Brit and Veronica-

"I don't give a damn if it was thirty minutes till closing time ! I already told you about being in there by your fucking self !", he yelled.

"Quit yelling at me !", I yelled at him.

He sucked his teeth and stared at me before starting the car. He sped off into the street like the ass he is.
"Drake wouldn't treat me like this." I mumbled.

He pulled the car over so fast that i'm clearly sure I had whiplash.

"What the fuck you said ?" He asked, stopping the engine.

I heavily sighed, "Nothing Chris."

"How the fuck do I treat you Chey ?!" He snapped.

"Like a damn child ! Yelling at me like i'm Shai or Josiah. I'm grown. You don't have the right to yell at me !"

"If you were oh so grown then you could've handle that shit back there by yourself.", he said. I rolled my eyes, "Now whose the fuck grown ? I swear you do the dumbest shit Cheyenne. It's like you have the mind of a fucking bird.", he finished.

Did he just call me stupid? He put the key back in the car, starting the engine and pulling off.

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He parked the car in the driveway and I immediately got out slamming his car door.

I took my key out of my pocket and unlocked the front door. I walked upstairs and slammed our bedroom door. I laid myself on the bed and laid the pillow on top of my head.

A few minutes later I heard the bedroom door open and closed. A sigh followed behind it and I knew it was Chris.

"Chey, I didn't mean-

"No save it Chris, I don't want your phony ass apology."

The bed deepened and I didn't bother to pick my head up, "I'm sorry baby momma."

"I'm not your baby momma."

He took the pillow from off my head and bring me closer to him. He sat me on his lap and wrapped his arms around me, "I overreacted and was outta line. I didn't mean to snap on you like that babygirl. You just mean so much to me and i'd hate for something to happen to you."

"I get that Chris but that doesn't mean you have to lose your temper. You have two kids now, what are you going to do when they do something you don't agree with? Yelling doesn't always solve situations."

He sighed and rubbed his hand down his face, "You're right. I need to cool out with allat'."

I nodded and he gave me a kiss on the forehead then lips, "I love how you can deal with me.", he laughed.

He squeezed me tighter, causing me to laugh, "I love you Chey.", he mumbled into my neck.

"I love you too Chris, with your possesive ass.".