Both of them were just looking for sex until feelings got involved, secrets unfolded, and unconditional love was thrown into their whirlwind of violence, trust issues, and revenge. No matter the circumstances, the two were drawn together like magnet...
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"I just want to thank you both for getting tested today. I love when young people come in to get tested because it stops the spread of stds. If you do not have any stds, you will not receive a call from the hospital. If you do have stds, we will call and let you know." The older doctor tells us before we leave the hospital.
About 20 minutes later, Drummer and I pull up to IHOP and get seated then order.
"Lani, you ready for the barbecue later?" Drummer asks me, but I ignore him. "Man, here you go with this silent treatment. That shit getting on my fucking nerves."
Ignoring him, I start eating my food when it comes out and walk back to the car while he pays for everything. By the time we get back to his house, there's only three hours until the barbecue so I walk into his bathroom and take a steamy shower; washing my wig in the process. After finishing my shower, I wrap a towel around my body and hair then stir around in my bag until I find my lotion and deodorant; getting dressed in a white v neck t-shirt, ripped jeans, and open toed black booties. I finish off my look by putting on my mustard yellow, black and white plaid flannel because it's chilly outside.
Once I'm dressed and have put on my accessories and makeup, I give myself big curls with my curling wand and comb them out.
"Damn, girl. You look so fucking good." Drummer says, trying to grab me, but I push him away.
Rolling my eyes, I walk down to the kitchen and grab myself a bottle of water and a snack until he's finished getting ready. He walks downstairs wearing a white t-shirt, black joggers, a plaid royal blue, orange, and white flannel paired with gold chains and Jordans. Although, I'm pissed about the shit with Ariyah last night, I can't keep my eyes off his sexy ass. As I follow him out of the house, his cologne fills my nostrils; making me want a hug.
After putting my mama's address into Drummer's phone, I use my own phone to text Chanel; checking on Brandon.
"Who you texting?" Drummer asks me, but I just keep focusing on my phone until he snatches it and puts it into his pocket. "You got so much shit to say on yo phone but ain't said nun to a nigga all morning. Wassup with you, Milani?"
Sighing loudly, I finally answer him. " Not that it's any of your business, I was texting Chanel to check on Brandon. Give me my damn phone back! Ain't nothing up with me. I'm just tired."
"Quit fucking lying! Yo ass ain't tired. You just pissed about last night. I don't know why you mad. You said you single so why the fuck you care so much?"
I immediately get quiet and try to calm myself down before I slap the shit outta him for talking to me crazy. Deep breath in, Deep breath out. "Drummer, I don't give a damn about what you do when you're not around me and watch how you talking to me before I put my fist in your eye."
He laughs at my words and shakes his head. "Milani, I know you care or you wouldn't be acting like somebody pissed in your Cheerios. You can drop the nonchalant act cause I know the truth. Look me in my eyes and tell me you not feeling me."
