Page 82 of Adonis Gates

“No, I wassettlingbefore.”

He frowned at my response.

“And now you’re not because you’re with that bitch ass nigga?” he snapped.

“No, now I’m not because I left a bitch ass nigga,” I fired back. “Adonis is definitely several steps up from you, I stopped settling the moment I left you. It had nothing to do with me getting into another relationship. Just simply no longer wasting my timewith you.”

I could tell by the look on his face that he didn’t like my response, but he didn’t have the chance to reply before Bonita came out, calling his name the moment she saw him standing in front of me. I smirked and shooed his ass away because truthfully, she was doing me a favor. I didn’t want to be bothered with him anyway.

I walked the rest of the way to my car then text Adonis to let him know I was on the way to my house. He replied letting me know that he would meet me there so I reacted to the message before tossing my phone in the passenger’s seat then backing out and heading home.

He was there, standing outside of his car when I pulled up. He met me at the door to open if for me once I parked and turned the engine off.

“You lucky you texted me when you did.” He pulled me into his embrace once I was vertical.

“I am?” I smiled up at him.

“Yeah.” He kissed me. “Greg hit me and told me that nigga was outside your job.”

“Ugh, he’s a snitch.”

I rolled my eyes and started for the door, but he captured my arm to stop me, using his foot to kick the car door closed. I winced some when his fingers brushed across the place where Derrick had scratched my arm and his eyes traveled there, then back to mine.

“Who did this?”

“It’s just a scratch…”

“Jru,” his brows dipped. “Who the fuck scratched you?”

I sighed heavily before answering.

“Derrick grabbed my arm, but I yanked away…”

“And?” he snapped. “Don’t make excuses for that nigga!”

“I’m not, Adonis!” I countered. “I’m just telling you that it wasn’t intentional. That’s all.”

“Aight.” He took my hand and led me the rest of the way to the door.

“Aight?” I asked, a bit shocked. I knew I said it wasn’t intentional, but I didn’t expect him to switch to being passive so quickly. “That’s it.”

“Yeah.” He pushed my door open and waited for me to enter. “Did you eat?”

“A little.” I answered putting my things on the kitchen table. “Are you mad?”

“Naw. You want to order something? You gotta eat to take ya meds right?”

“Adonis…”

“It ain’t shit that we ‘bout to talk about regarding that, Jru. Dead ass.”

“He didn’t mean to scratch me,” I dropped my head. “I’m not trying to take up for him or protect him,” I hurried to follow up. “I just don’t want you thinking he meant to hurt me.”

“Nigga shouldn’t have touched you, period,” he stated. “But like I said, it ain’t shit to talk about. I’m gone see about him when I see about him. Right now, we gon’ make sure you good.”

We walked over to the couch, and once we were both seated, got on GoodEatz, the new food delivery app in the city.

“You know what you want?”