Both of them were just looking for sex until feelings got involved, secrets unfolded, and unconditional love was thrown into their whirlwind of violence, trust issues, and revenge. No matter the circumstances, the two were drawn together like magnet...
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"OPEN THIS MOTHERFUCKING DOOR, CHANEL!!!" Jarell yells loudly, waking me up from my sleep.
Groaning loudly, I rub my temples as my head starts to pound from my raging headache. After getting out of my bed and putting on my robe, I walk into my kitchen and turn on the keurig. As I'm waiting for the water to start heating, I glance towards my living room and see 2 pair of feet hanging off my couch which doesn't phase me until I hear Jarell's loud ass again.
"LANI, if y'all don't open this door, I swear to God I'm gone kick this bitch down!!" He screams louder than before.
"Hold on!! I gotta get dressed!" I lie as I start to panic, trying to think of how I'm gonna help Chanel outta this mess.
Quickly but quietly jogging into the living room, I shake Chanel until she's awake and hold my finger over my lip. "Jarell, is outside my door! Get the fuck up now!" I mouth then wake the nigga up. As soon as Chanel and I flip him over, I realize that it's the tall, chocolate man from last night. If I remember correctly, Chanel called him Brandon. Once Brandon is finally awake, he's confused as hell, but I mouth to him, "Go hide in my closet. Get behind all of the jackets and be quiet!"
"Fuck this shit!" Jarell says as he starts kicking my door.
By the time he's about to kick it a third time, Chanel opens up the door as I kick Brandon's shoes under the couch.
Jarell looks at me then Chanel then back at me. "What the fuck going on in here? I called both of y'all phones multiple times last night and got no answer. Lani, I know you still a hoe, but my woman ain't like that no more. If you had her out cheating, bitch, I'll kill you." He says as he pulls his gun out of his waistband, pointing it at my head.
"Baby, stop!! I wasn't cheating! We both got fucked up and passed out when we got here. You know I only want you. My hoeing days been over! I only have eyes for you. If you just put the gun down, I swear I'll never go out again!" Chanel says as she runs over to him, sucking up like she always does. If a relationship consists of kissing ass like that then I'm glad I'll never be in one again. She reminds me of how I used to act when I was dating Tariq.
"Chanel, you ain't gotta kiss his ass. Jarell, you used to be cool and I considered you to be my brother, but now, it's forever fuck you! You got a lil money and started switching up. You think you the shit cause you throwing around guns and shit? Nigga, don't forget I know the real you. You still a pussy like you always have been. If you gone shoot me, do that shit." I scoff as I walk up to the gun, placing the cold metal on my forehead.
Chanel's eyes grow wide as tears start to fall when she sees Jarell cock his gun. I, on the other hand, don't even flinch because like I said, I've known Jarell before Chanel knew him and he ain't the nigga he pretend to be. He ain't no killa'..he a church boy that's acting like he had to get it out the mud.
Minutes pass and Jarell finally drops the gun, "Chanel, lets go. Tell yo hoe ass friend bye. I'll be waiting on you in the car. Don't make me have to come back in here and get yo ass." He says as he glares at me then starts walking away.
