The Cartel - Ashley Antoinette Snell [81]
Carter pulled up to Miamor’s place and saw her as she walked across the parking lot with ten shopping bags in her hands. He smirked when he noticed that the bags were all from high-end designers. She is definitely highclass. She can hurt a nigga’s pockets for real.
He admired her runway strut before approaching her. “You need some help?”
“What are you doing here?” she asked quietly as she stopped dead in her tracks.
“We need to talk.”
“There’s nothing to say,” she answered quickly and sternly.
Her tone was short, and he knew that she was still upset. The way her jaw clinched was an indication as to how mad she really was. Her jealousy told him more than her words could ever say. He knew that she had feelings for him that ran deeper than she wanted to admit, and that she was stubborn, and it would take some effort for him to get back in her good graces.
He pulled the bags from her hands and motioned his head for her to walk ahead of him. She hesitated, but didn’t protest as she began to walk into her building. The natural sway of her hips commanded his attention as he followed behind her.
The smell of vanilla filled Carter’s senses as soon as he stepped foot inside her home. Her place was spotless, and that was one of the things he loved most about her. She was clean. She was sensitive. She was a real woman.
“Thank you for carrying my bags up. You can leave now,” she said as she opened the door for him and folded her arms across her chest.
“Can we talk?”
“I told you ain’t nothing to talk about,” Miamor stated. “Go talk to your little girlfriend from the other night.” She knew that she was being childish, but she didn’t care.
“She was nobody,” Carter stated as he stepped into her. He put one hand on the side of her face and swept her hair from in front of her eyes. “She was just some little bitch I met at the club. You don’t have to worry.”
Miamor laughed arrogantly. “Worry? Look at me, Carter—Do I look like the type of bitch that needs to worry over a nigga? No! I have a million in line that were waiting for you to fuck up. They didn’t have to wait very long now, did they?”
Carter nodded his head, and for the first time she saw him get angry. His nose flared slightly, but he kept his composure.
“Okay. I’m-a let that slick shit you popping slide, because I fucked up. I hurt you.”
“Whatever. Please do not give yourself that much credit,” Miamor replied quickly. She knew that she had to keep the smart comments rolling off her tongue to stop herself from crying. “You know what? I don’t even know why you are here. You don’t have to explain anything to me. I’m not your girl, and I don’t really give a fuck about what you do. I’m just glad that I found out how you are before I . . .” She stopped speaking abruptly before she said too much. Don’t let this nigga control the situation. Keep your emotions in check and use them to your advantage.
“Before you what?”
She was silent as she tried to keep her composure.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“Before I gave you a chance to break my heart.”
Carter closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers as he released a deep sigh. She could see the regret on his face, and it was then that she knew he never meant to hurt her.
It was too late for her to care though. She had let him into her heart, and he had showed her shade, no matter how small it may have been. He was her enemy. Yep, nigga fall right into my trap, lying-ass mu’fucka. You should feel bad, she thought angrily.
“I’m sorry, ma. I was stupid. I shouldn’t have even been in a club, especially with a bitch. I’ve got a lot on me right now. She didn’t mean shit, and she ain’t shit to me. I don’t even know the girl’s name. I apologize for hurting you,” he whispered.
“You didn’t,” she said, her words stubborn and cold.
“I did. I can see it in your eyes, Miamor, and I am sincerely sorry, ma. I’m caught up in some shit with my family right now, and I wasn’t thinking. I don’t want you to doubt the way that I feel about you.”
His words were making her weak, and she felt a single tear escape her eyes. “Just leave me