𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘, ᵁᴺᴰᴱᴿᴳᴿᴼᵁᴺᴰ ᴿᴬᴾᴾᴱᴿˢ & ᴿᴬᴾᴾᴱᴿˢ

FOCUS, oѕαмαѕoη

IN WHICH... SHE GETS CAUGHT UP IN A MESSY LOVE TRIANGLE.

I WAS SITTING ON AMARI'S LAP, HIS HANDS GRIPPING MY WAIST LIKE HE OWNED ME.

My shirt? Somewhere on the floor, tossed aside in the heat of the moment. My tongue? Damn near down his throat as I let myself get lost in him. For a moment, I completely forgot about my boyfriend—the one who should've been home hours ago. But that little ping-ping from my phone kept reminding me. Life360 was snitching on me, showing me how he was getting closer and closer to the crib. Was I worried? Hell nah. But... I ain't gon' hold you—I couldn't focus.

"Look," Amari mumbled against my lips, his voice lazy like he ain't have a care in the world. "If he barges in, it's easier for you to just come out and tell him you're cheating."

He said that shit so nonchalantly like it was just another day. I pulled back just enough to mug him, but he wasn't having it. His hand slid up to my chin, tilting my face so I had no choice but to look at him.

"Fix your face, pretty. Just focus on me and we'll be fine."

And just like that, I folded. I hate that this nigga had that kind of hold on me, but it was what it was. My lips found his again, and this time, I poured every ounce of tension and adrenaline into the kiss. My phone was still pinging like crazy, but Amari wasn't making it easy to care. His hand slid under my bra, fingers teasing my nipples until I gasped, a soft moan slipping out before I could stop it.

Then...

"Bitch, I know you not cheating in there! Open this fucking door!"

I froze. That voice? I'd know it from a mile away. My boyfriend.

Amari? He ain't even flinch. Matter of fact, he had the audacity to smirk at me before pulling me back into him, his lips crashing against mine like we ain't just hear my man banging on the door like he was tryna break it down.

"Bitch, is you cool?" My boyfriend's voice was getting louder. "This nigga better know how to swing fucking hands!"

I could hear the doorknob rattling, and my heart was damn near about to beat outta my chest. But Amari? This nigga was calm as hell like he was untouchable. His hand slid down to my thigh, giving it a squeeze as he whispered against my lips, "Don't trip, baby. Let him in."

Before I could respond, the door swung open with a loud crack. There he was, my boyfriend, standing there with fire in his eyes and his fists already clenched. He looked from me to Amari and back again, his jaw tightening like he was ready to snap.

"The fuck is this?" he barked, his voice shaking with anger.

Amari leaned back in the chair, completely unbothered, and gave my boyfriend a once-over. Then he grinned, the kind of grin that said he was about to make shit even messier.

"Yo, my guy," Amari drawled, "You gon' swing, or you just here to talk?"

"Amari, shut the fuck up," I hissed, trying to get off his lap, but his arm tightened around my waist, keeping me in place.

"Nah, let him decide," Amari said, his eyes never leaving my boyfriend. "I'm just sayin', if he want smoke, I'm here for it. But if not? He can go on 'head and let us finish."

That... was the wrong thing to say. My boyfriend lunged, and before I knew it, the room was chaos. Amari shoved me to the side, standing up just in time to dodge a swing. I scrambled to grab my shirt, trying to cover myself as the two of them started going at it. Punches were thrown, furniture got knocked over, and I was screaming for them to stop, but neither of them was listening.

By the time it was over, both of them were breathing hard, their faces bruised and bloody. My boyfriend glared at me, his chest heaving as he pointed toward the door.

"You," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Get your shit and get the fuck out my house."

I opened my mouth to argue, but one look at his face told me it was pointless. So, I grabbed my stuff, avoiding his eyes as I hurried out of the room. Amari followed behind me, still smirking like he hadn't just caused a whole disaster.

As we got to the car, he leaned against it, lighting a blunt like this was just another regular-ass day.

"Told you it'd be easier to just come out with it," he said, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

I shot him a glare, snatching the blunt out of his hand and taking a hit before handing it back.

"You're messy as fuck, Amari."

"And you love it," he said, that cocky-ass grin still on his face.

And you know what? Maybe I did.