Moving to the rough streets of Harlem is a step back for Lorena after running from her supposedly good life in the suburbs of Miami.
She searches for freedom in the most unlikely of places yet in meeting Cross, she couldn't find herself more trapped...
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𝗶𝗶𝗶. 𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗮 𝗿𝗼𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘇
I had decided to put on some old clothes today so I could start painting my room.
I'd searched around in my suitcases for something I wouldn't mind getting some paint on but it turned out I hadn't brought anything like that with me to New York. Instead, I'd decided to throw on one of Riq's shirts that I figured he probably wouldn't mind me keeping.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" I yelled down the hallway as I made my way to the front door while pulling Riq's t-shirt over my head. It draped down my body and fell to my thighs. I checked the peephole before swinging open the door. "Don't you have a key?" I asked in annoyance. "You ain't have to bang on the door like that."
"My bad, shorty."
I moved out the way allowing Cross to step inside. He was carrying two paintbrushes, a paint tray and a roller. He followed me into my empty room where I stood with my arms folded, waiting for him to start. "Fuck is up witchu'?"
"I'm still mad at you after yesterday, Cruz."
"What I do?"
I shook my head, knowing he knew damn well. I could literally sense his amusement over the whole situation with Riq and his rules, then he had the audacity to mention that I couldn't go to any parties either. Not that I knew I would get invited to any but still!
"Let's just paint. We ain't even gotta talk. Just paint." I demanded.
"Aight but we gotta go somewhere so let's make this quick. Tryna get this first coat done in no more than two hours."
"Where we going?" My interest was piqued. I loved going somewhere.
"The store."
"Alright." I shrugged. I bent over to open one of the cans of paint on the floor. As soon as I did that, I heard Cross intake a sharp breath before whispering incoherently under his breath.
"What the fuck, Lo?"
"Lo?" I questioned with my eyebrows pushed together.
"You tryna seduce a nigga or sum'?"
"What?" I yelled.
"Where the fuck yo' pants?"
I quickly stood up realizing what he meant. While the shirt was oversized on me, I should've known my ass was still gonna peek out if I bent over.
"Fuck sorry." I apologized with a frown, quickly feeling embarrassed. Especially after he had already warned me over this kind of thing.
"Why the fuck you'on wear pants?"
"I'm just comfortable without them when I'm home." I explained pouting. "Why the hell you act like you never seen some ass before? You scared of women or something?"
