She caught his head nod before she closed the guest-room door behind her. Bitch, let it go, she told herself, but she couldnât. She opened the guest-room door. âJust so you know, I donât have to lie to you or any other nigga about who or what I do under my roof,â Jewels spat, then closed the door behind her again.
Rome sat there for a second. His chuckle and the shaking of his head were a delayed reaction to Jewelsâs words. He didnât know what she was talking about at first. Then it dawned on him that she had noticed he didnât believe her about never having a man in her home. Rome stood up, made his way over to the guest-room door, and locked it. He pulled out the remaining weed he had from the hotel, along with a pack of E-Z Wider paper, and twisted up a fat one. I know her ass donât smoke, he figured. He cracked the one window in the room and posted up near it. He didnât want to do anything that would jeopardize his opportunity to lay low at Jewelsâs crib. He couldnât believe how things had worked out in an ironic way. He didnât care about killing the fat white trick. He was sure that it couldnât be traced back to him. After all, he wasnât even a registered guest at the hotel, at least not under his real name, anyway.
He lit the spliff and peered out into the darkness. You gotta fix this shit, Rome, he said to himself as he took a deep drag of the potent cannabis and exhaled out the window. Any way you looked at it, laying low was the only move he could make right now, even if it meant being with a chick he didnât know.
Chapter Six
The vibration of the window glass and the sound of music drew Jewelsâs attention to her living-room window. She pulled her drapes back just enough to see out, even though she had an idea who was disturbing the peace. She shook her head and smiled. Sassy had just pulled up, bumping Beyoncé, with her convertible top down. Jewels thought her friend looked like a million dollars in that ride. She was in a white 2012 BMW 645i, with a peanut butterâcolored leather interior, sitting on twenty-three-inch chrome wheels.
When her phone rang, she already knew who it was.
âBitch, Iâm outside. Come on out,â was what Jewels heard.
âIâm not ready yet. Give me a few minutes.â
âI knew it!â Sassy declared. âIâm coming in.â
Before Jewels could protest, Sassy had already hung up.
She could literally feel Romeâs eyes piercing her back. Maybe this wasnât such a great idea, after all, she thought for a second.
âSheâs coming in,â Jewels informed him.
Rome nodded and got up off the plush couch. âJust make sure she donât be roaming around and come across me. Remember our deal,â he reminded her. He went into the guest bedroom and locked the door just as he heard the doorbell ring.
Jewels waited a few seconds before she opened the door to let Sassy in.
âDamn. You slow as fuck!â Sassy complained.
Jewels ignored her comment and gave her a quick hug.
âYou look good, girl,â Jewels complimented her.
âAs I should.â Sassy spun around. Her smooth-looking dark brown skin glowed as she flashed Jewels her million-dollar smile.
She knew she was the shit and made sure she looked the part on a daily basis. Sassy ran her fingers through her natural, long, straight, Asian-looking black hair.
âYou are the most conceited bitch I know,â Jewels said as she turned and made her way back to her bedroom to finish getting dressed.
âWhatever.â Sassy rolled her deep brown, almond-shaped eyes and closed the door behind her.
âDamn. When and where did you get this table from in your hallway?â Sassy called out to her. She knew it wasnât there the last time she was over, which was last week.
âA few days ago,â Jewels answered. âBut why are you inspecting my damn crib? Bring
Rome sat there for a second. His chuckle and the shaking of his head were a delayed reaction to Jewelsâs words. He didnât know what she was talking about at first. Then it dawned on him that she had noticed he didnât believe her about never having a man in her home. Rome stood up, made his way over to the guest-room door, and locked it. He pulled out the remaining weed he had from the hotel, along with a pack of E-Z Wider paper, and twisted up a fat one. I know her ass donât smoke, he figured. He cracked the one window in the room and posted up near it. He didnât want to do anything that would jeopardize his opportunity to lay low at Jewelsâs crib. He couldnât believe how things had worked out in an ironic way. He didnât care about killing the fat white trick. He was sure that it couldnât be traced back to him. After all, he wasnât even a registered guest at the hotel, at least not under his real name, anyway.
He lit the spliff and peered out into the darkness. You gotta fix this shit, Rome, he said to himself as he took a deep drag of the potent cannabis and exhaled out the window. Any way you looked at it, laying low was the only move he could make right now, even if it meant being with a chick he didnât know.
Chapter Six
The vibration of the window glass and the sound of music drew Jewelsâs attention to her living-room window. She pulled her drapes back just enough to see out, even though she had an idea who was disturbing the peace. She shook her head and smiled. Sassy had just pulled up, bumping Beyoncé, with her convertible top down. Jewels thought her friend looked like a million dollars in that ride. She was in a white 2012 BMW 645i, with a peanut butterâcolored leather interior, sitting on twenty-three-inch chrome wheels.
When her phone rang, she already knew who it was.
âBitch, Iâm outside. Come on out,â was what Jewels heard.
âIâm not ready yet. Give me a few minutes.â
âI knew it!â Sassy declared. âIâm coming in.â
Before Jewels could protest, Sassy had already hung up.
She could literally feel Romeâs eyes piercing her back. Maybe this wasnât such a great idea, after all, she thought for a second.
âSheâs coming in,â Jewels informed him.
Rome nodded and got up off the plush couch. âJust make sure she donât be roaming around and come across me. Remember our deal,â he reminded her. He went into the guest bedroom and locked the door just as he heard the doorbell ring.
Jewels waited a few seconds before she opened the door to let Sassy in.
âDamn. You slow as fuck!â Sassy complained.
Jewels ignored her comment and gave her a quick hug.
âYou look good, girl,â Jewels complimented her.
âAs I should.â Sassy spun around. Her smooth-looking dark brown skin glowed as she flashed Jewels her million-dollar smile.
She knew she was the shit and made sure she looked the part on a daily basis. Sassy ran her fingers through her natural, long, straight, Asian-looking black hair.
âYou are the most conceited bitch I know,â Jewels said as she turned and made her way back to her bedroom to finish getting dressed.
âWhatever.â Sassy rolled her deep brown, almond-shaped eyes and closed the door behind her.
âDamn. When and where did you get this table from in your hallway?â Sassy called out to her. She knew it wasnât there the last time she was over, which was last week.
âA few days ago,â Jewels answered. âBut why are you inspecting my damn crib? Bring
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