a slow stop in front of Roxie’s high-rise apartment building. He wanted to try his hand with her before she climbed out the car, but feared the outcome. Fuck it. YOLO, he convinced himself.
“Look, I don’t wanna beat around the bush,” Magyc told her. “I think you beautiful and I wanna get to know more about you. Is that possible?”
Roxie unfastened her seatbelt and turned to face Magyc. There was once a time when she adored street niggas and their nefarious appeal. She’d dated bad boy rapper, O’ Zone for a year and a half before he was gunned down in an Atlanta nightclub. He wasn’t shit, and he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants to save his life, but Roxie loved him unconditionally. She’d gone through something similar with Joaquin. After losing two men who’d once possessed her heart, Roxie couldn’t bare the thought of losing another.
“You cute or whatever… but I don’t fuck the help,” she said bluntly.
Magyc felt like she had kicked him in the nuts. His pride was wounded after hearing Roxie say that shit. “Damn, for real?” he said, somewhat shocked. Magyc thought about bragging on how he was next to run the ring, but decided against it. After all, he had nothing to prove. He’d never been the type to boast or let his echelon speak for him. If Roxie did ever give him the time of day it’d be because he was a real nigga. Not because she was impressed by his money or position — like most of the birds he came in contact with. She was different, and he knew it. “I can dig that,” he laughed.
Suddenly, Roxie felt bad for throwing shade. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that,” she said. “It’s just that I’ve already been there and done that. I didn’t know how to separate business from pleasure with my baby’s father, and now I’m a single mom. I don’t ever wanna mix the two up again.”
“So you can be involved in da business, but you can’t be involved with a nigga in it. Am I hearin’ you right?”
“I’m sure you can understand.”
Magyc didn’t… but instead of telling her that, he simply said, “Fasho. I get it.”
Roxie slowly opened the door and climbed out. Even though she had said one thing, he was determined to make her feel another. Magyc had planted a seed in her ear. When it was all said and done she wouldn’t be kicking that business and pleasure bullshit. Instead, she’d be happy she took a chance on the kid.
Magyc watched her disappear inside of the building. After making sure Roxie made it in safely, he pulled off with thoughts of her being his girl on his mind.
***
Justin was released the following afternoon after his swelling finally subsided. The drive back to their Buckhead home was silent and tension-filled. Cameron still felt some type of way about how Jude reacted last night. And to add insult to injury, he hadn’t even apologized.
“So you still ain’t talkin’ to me?” Jude asked. It was the first thing he’d said to Cameron all day. She had been giving him the cold shoulder for their entire stay at the hospital, and he was tired of it. “You ain’t fuckin’ with me now?”
Cameron rolled her eyes in response and looked out the window. She had no words for her husband.
Jude reached over and touched her hand, but she quickly moved it away. Lately, there had been so much strain on their relationship that they hadn’t been intimate in months.
Jude quickly withdrew his hand after noticing her standoffishness. Cam didn’t want to be bothered and he could respect it. Out of nowhere, his iPhone began ringing in the cup holder.
Cameron’s nosiness prompted her to look over so she did. A twinge of jealousy washed over her after seeing Essence’s name displayed boldly on his screen.
“Your hoe is calling,” she said, sarcasm oozing from her tone.
Jude didn’t respond as he continued driving. He didn’t feel like entertaining her charades, but Cam just wouldn’t let up.
“Did you hear