Hey! I’m back! Today, I’m wrapping up the finale for My Savage and his Side Chick, so I will have it available for you soon! In the meantime, here’s a look into the first chapter to hold you over until it comes out!
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Kaia
Quickly, I dressed and hoped I could meet Javaris at his place before he started his day. By the time I got to his house he was already there. Instead of knocking, I decided to let myself in to surprise him. On the way there, I’d stopped by the liquor store and gotten a bottle of his favorite – Hennessy. It wouldn’t make up for having sex with another man, but I was hoping I could get him drunk enough for my confession to go in one ear and out of the other.
Quietly, I closed the door behind me and headed down the hall. The bottom level of the house was completely still, so I figured he was up in his room asleep. Javaris was hardly ever at home, and when he was he spent that time sleeping or showering. Sure enough, I heard the TV coming out of his room when I was about a foot away. The door was cracked, so I peeped inside, expecting to see him sound asleep.
But he was wide awake.
And not only was he wide awake...
But he wasn’t alone.
Tears filled my eyes immediately at the sight of him pounding into her.
The bottle of Hennessy slipped from my hand. I covered my mouth as her name slipped from it through a quiet whisper.
“Jada.”
Glass shattered. Brown liquor splattered against the floor and walls. My leg. But I didn’t even care. Not in that moment. In that moment, all I cared about was the sight before me. Of the man I’d come to fix issues with fucking someone else. And not just someone else – his best friend’s little sister. Her ass had literally just turned eighteen.
Covering my mouth, my head shook as my eyes watered more. Jada busied herself with covering her body, sadness overtaking her face. What was once an expression of ecstasy had quickly become one of regret. Javaris leaped from the bed, snatching his boxers in the process. Not wanting him to try to get to me, I forced myself to move, stepping on broken glass. Glass that was just as broken as my heart.
Its pieces jumbled around my rib cage as I briskly jogged down the hall.
But did I have the right to be mad?
Because I’d just had sex with another man.
Yes, I could say with 100% confidence that that wouldn’t have happened if Javaris would have been treating me better, but I could have easily broken up with him on my birthday and it wouldn’t have been cheating.
By the time I’d made it to my car, I felt like I could breathe again, but that quickly came to a stop when I felt Javaris grab my forearm and use it to turn me around. Pressing my body into my car, he stared at me with wide eyes, mouth open as he panted. He’d run after me with only boxers and one Nike slide on.
At first, I thought it was because he wanted to make sure I was okay, but I realized that wasn’t the case when the first words out of his mouth were, “You can’t tell Amari about this. He’ll kill me.”
With a slight chuckle, I inhaled deeply and took a moment to calm myself before replying. Because my reply wouldn’t have come through words. It would come through fists swinging. And me and Catalina promised not to resolve our issues with violence. Not after what happened to Marco.
“That’s all you care about right now?” His head lowered, but I lowered my eyes to be able to still look in his. “You don’t give a damn about the fact that I just caught you having sex with another woman, not even a full hour after you left my place trying to fix things between us. My hurt doesn’t matter to you. It never has, has it?”
Javaris lifted his head and looked at me briefly before looking away again.
“Are you going to tell him or not?”
“Is she the first one, Javaris?”
He met my eyes again. “No.” Lowering his shoulders, he released a breath of relief. “She’s not. I’ve been fucking off with Dreya too. And before her it was someone else. But none of that matters right now. You had my heart. As much of it as I had to give. But I won’t have a heart or my life if you tell Amari. Promise me that you won’t tell him, Kaia.”
At a loss for words, my left leg shook as I blinked rapidly in disbelief. With a chuckle, I turned and tried to get in the car. Clearly, I meant absolutely nothing to him. I guess this moment was what it would take to get me to leave his ass alone, because all of the love I swore I had for him slowly began to fizzle within my stomach. If I didn’t get away from him soon, the rumbling in my stomach would lead to me throwing up everything I’d had for breakfast.
Right at his feet.
At least then he’d have a visual representation of how sick he made me.
Before I could open the door, Javaris was turning me around again. With his hand wrapped around my neck, he pinned me against the car a second time. Squeezing gently, he requested, “I need you to promise me, Kaia. If you care about me at all…”
Now that made me laugh as I tried to claw his hand away from my neck, but he held it tighter. “Fuck you.”
“Kaia. Please. I’m begging you. He will kill me. You cannot tell him.”
For the first time in almost two years, there was fear in Javaris’ voice, eyes, and all over his face. And it wasn’t fear over losing me. Even with the truth of his infidelity staring at him, at me, he still chose not to value me. It was fear over losing his life.
As much as I loathed him in this moment, I couldn’t stomach having his death on my hands. It would probably eat at me like crazy if I kept this from Amari, but I would try.
“I won’t tell him. Now get the fuck off me.”
He held me for two or three seconds more before releasing me. Taking a step back, Javaris closed his eyes and ran his hands down his face. With a slow shake of his head, his hands and shoulders fell.
“I’m sorry, Kiy.”
“Save it.”
Just like always, I came second. I was an afterthought. But no more. How could I have been so stupid? Choosing loyalty to Javaris when Liam was there, all along, willing to love and cherish me like I needed. For way too long, I’d allowed loyalty to make me a fool. But no more. From this point forward, I was only going to be loyal to my heart and loyal to those who were loyal to me.