“Who's playing?” I shrugged, maintaining my composure. “You got your little PornHub performance last night, so I figured I’d remind myself… and you… that I got options too.”
He advanced toward me slowly, his voice cold but eerily calm. “You don’t got to remind me of nothing. But I’m gon’ remindyouof something. Don’t do nothing to piss me off, Ajori.”
“And if I do? What? You gon’ kill my imaginary man?”
“Nah,” he replied, a sly grin spreading across his face as he took another step closer, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. "But I might fuck you so good you'll forget he existed."
The air crackled.
I blinked slowly, processing his bold words. “Tsk. You sure talk a big game for someone who only shows off to the window,” I shot back, crossing my arms defiantly.
He chuckled, a sound that was both bitter and filled with heat. “You might wanna be careful, Ajori. That smart-ass mouth ofyours is gonna write a check yo' body might not be ready to cash.”
“Oh, I’m ready. But areyou? Or you only got dick for bitches who moan loud for attention?”
Domino clenched his fists. “Stop fuckin’ playin’ with me, Ajori.”
I took a cautious step forward, narrowing the gap between us, as if closing the distance could bridge the confusion hanging in the air.
“I’m not. But you’re not about to stand here acting like we’re cool one minute and then flip the script the next. I’m not some game you can switch on and off whenever it suits your mood.”
His jaw tightened visibly, the muscles working beneath his skin revealing his agitation, yet I pressed on, unwilling to back down.
“It’s either you want me… or you don’t. But you better figure out what you want, because I’m not gon’ sit around while you flirt with me in the daytime and go fuck other women by night.”
His voice came out strained, barely restrained anger spilling over as he declared, “You’re not mine.”
“And yet... you’re acting like I am.”
Domino stared at me for a second longer. But then, with a frustration-fueled turn, he stormed back toward the house.
“Real mature!” I shouted after him.
Once he was gone, I let out a heavy sigh, then dropped back down onto the chair with a thud and jabbed a fork into a piece of pineapple.
“Hmph!” I huffed under my breath, shaking my head. “I haven’t even gotten the dick, and it got me out here losing sleep, skipping breakfast, and arguing like I’m a wife in love! Let me get a grip before I start naming our imaginary kids.”