"Angel, I would've gone to your house, but I was gone for two weeks to the Italy. There was something I had to take care of over there, but it’s all solved now. I actually arrived this morning," he said, looking at me.
He gives me a simple kiss and adds, "And I couldn’t call you. I never asked for your number. I was actually so pissed that I didn’t ask for your number." He smiles.
"Yeah, you should’ve," I reply with a smile.
He leans in and starts kissing me, but we both stop when someone knocks on the door.
I freeze. What the fuck do I do? He’s just standing there, smirking at me.
He clearly doesn’t care if we’re seen together, but I do. Not right now. I’m with Javon, and that’s complicated.
I cover his mouth before he can speak. I’m about to laugh because his eyes widen when I practically slap my hands over his mouth.
“There’s someone in the bathroom!” I yell.
“It’s me! Hurry the fuck up, we’re about to take the family picture,” Anaya shouts.
What fucking family photo? I barely know anyone at this wedding.
I roll my eyes, look back at Gio, and take my hands off his mouth. I shove him to the corner because I can’t be seen with him. I want to, but this is all about sex—nothing else.
I step out and close the door behind me.
I have to come up with a lie in case Anaya wants to use the bathroom. “Don’t go in there, trust me,” I whisper. She knows exactly what I mean, and we both start laughing on our way there.
I see everyone standing up, waiting for us. I have to be seen with Javon, so I stand next to him. He slides his hand onto my waist.
I spot Gio giving me death stares—not just me, but Javon too.
What the fuck is his problem?
Finally, after a few minutes, everyone goes back to what they were doing. I go to sit at our table—obviously next to Javon.
I try to find Gio, but he’s nowhere in sight at the moment.
Then I spot him talking to a girl. She’s very pretty—long straight hair, tight red dress, an amazing body. While he talks to her, he glances at me, like he’s trying to make me feel something.
And it’s working. I don’t even know why I’m getting jealous—I don’t have feelings for him.
Am I actually jealous because he’s talking to someone? What the fuck is wrong with me?
I see him laughing at whatever she said, and then he looks at me.
I laugh silently. He’s trying to make me jealous—and he is—but I’ll never show it. Two can play this game.
I turn to Javon. “My parents keep looking at us. Can I sit in your lap? My mom’s making faces, like she wants us to do something more than just sit next to each other.”
He nods. Of course he would want me to sit on his lap who thefuck wouldn't
I stand up and sit in his lap. He slides his hand onto my waist and leaves it there. We talk for a while—me facing him, him looking at me.
I stop talking when he presses his lips to mine. I break the kiss as quickly as possible.
What the fuck is going on? Why would he kiss me? I’ve told him a million times I don’t see him like that.
“Sorry, your parents were looking,” he says.
But it’s a lie—I saw my parents head out to talk.
“Don’t do that again, Javon. I don’t care if they’re looking or not,” I say.
He looks away and nods, his mood changing—but he’s the one who kissed me without permission.
I look at Gio. He’s already staring at me, though a man is talking to him. He isn’t paying attention to the guy—he’s watching me, and he looks pissed.
Wait. Did he see the kiss?
I shake off my thoughts when Anaya says, “Let’s go home, please. This is so fucking boring.” I nod.
I look at Javon. He looks mad. I don’t know what I did—I didn’t do anything wrong.
“Javon, I want to go home. If I leave, you have to leave too so this doesn’t seem odd,” I tell him.
He finally looks at me and nods.
Anaya and Dominic head out first.
We’re about to leave when Gio comes up to us.
Okay… I’m lowkey scared. Why is he walking toward us?
He looks at me, then at Javon.
“Are you guys about to leave?” he asks.
I nod. Javon adds, “Yeah, we’re about to leave. Why?”
“Nothing. They told me to check if you guys were heading out, but don’t worry—I’ll tell them you guys are,” he says.
Why is he lying? Nobody told him anything.
Javon says, “Thank you. Just say my girl wanted to leave.”
Gio’s jaw tightens. He looks at me, then nods to Javon, and walks away, glancing at me one more time.
Javon asks, “Do you know him? He changed mood when I said you were my girl.”
“No, I don’t know him. That was odd,” I say.
He nods, and we head out to his car.
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