Gia
I appreciated Duke for the trip but I was still not ready to be his again. I had my reservations and I also had a roster. I wasn’t about to get rid of all my hoes just because he wanted me back. The pressure had been applied but he wasn’t the only one trying to keep my attention.
“Where you going?” Duke took one look at the black bandage dress by Guess that I was wearing and make it clear that I had better go change or not go out at all.
“I have a date.”
“Man, Gia, quit fuckin’ with me.”
”I’m not. I’m going on a date.”
”Say that shit again and see if I don’t choke yo ass out.” I hadn’t even established if we were back together and Duke was already threatening to knock my head off my shoulders.
“Look, I’m exploring my options.”
”Cool. Imma explore my options too. If I see yo ass out anywhere with a nigga, imma explore my options and see if I wanna use my tech nine or my uzi.” I couldn’t help but smile at his response. He was genuinely mad as hell. I took a deep sigh and went back to my room. Duke had made it clear that I belonged to him and he belonged to me. There wasn’t a need for anyone else. Duke followed me to my room and saw that I had changed clothes and was removing my makeup. “Wise choice.”
This man was funny as hell, but he was serious as a damn heart attack. Had I went out anyway, I would’ve had to explain to the poor gentleman that I was with why Duke was brutally beating his ass. I was in no mood to feel guilty and/or responsible for someone getting fucked up over me.