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closet because I heard him talking to someone on the phone.
    â€œBecause you be bullshitting, baby, that’s why,” he said to the person over the phone, as I went into the closet. “We’ll deal with that when I come home. Until then, stay up and don’t be over there crying because you miss me.”
    He put his phone in his pocket and then he shot a quick glance at me. I thought he was going to speak, but all he did was turn his back and hang more of his clothes.
    The closet was humongous. Other luggage was inside, but no other pieces of clothing were hung. I had my stuff crammed into my bags. I decided to straighten my pieces now, so I didn’t have to do it later.
    â€œYou almost knocked me down when you rushed outside,” Isaid, looking at the man’s backside. Nice, but I was so sure another dude was getting it.
    He turned around, scanning his eyes over me once again. His gaze was unnerving in a sense, but I looked at him in the same way.
    â€œIf an apology is what you’re looking for,” he replied nonchalantly. “You’re not going to get one, especially since you were in the way.”
    My brows shot up so fast that my thick eyelashes were about to fall off. Was that his way of calling me fat? I was about to let this arrogant, curly topped-ass fool have it. Men like him made me sick and he needed to take his Harvard degree-carrying tail back to where he came from.
    â€œAn apology would be nice, but by the looks of your stuck-up gay ass, I’m sure I won’t get it. The next time you bump me, though, expect some piano playin’ and dirt layin’ to go on. Somebody will be plannin’ your funeral ’cause I’m not the one to mess with, just so you know.”
    He narrowed his eyes and he snickered a little, before turning back around. I wanted to punch him in his face; he was so irritating to me. I understood exactly what his look meant. All it said was I’m better than you and you ain’t shit. Some black people killed me with that mess. Act like they ain’t been through nothing and always looking down on other folks. By the time this Hell House mess was over with, he was going to learn to respect me. I would make sure of that.
    I moved over to the side of the closet where he was to hang my things. His name-brand clothes were neatly hung and a few shirts were folded on top of the racks. I thought about what he did for a living. Probably sold drugs or had somebody selling for him. I wanted to ask, but a smart response could get spit in his face.
    â€œYou’re either Prince or Jaylin,” I assumed. “Probably Prince, since you’re up in here actin’ like the Almighty One.”
    â€œI’m whoever you want me to be. Gay, dead, a prince…take your pick.”
    â€œUgh. How about an asshole then? Can you be one of those, especially since you’re actin’ like one?”
    â€œI can do that, but first I may have to shove my dick in your mouth to silence that nonsense you’re talking. Then, if I start calling you names that you’re not going to like, your feelings gon’ get hurt. Several words are on the tip of my tongue, so back the fuck up.”
    I tightened my fist, knowing that this fool was about to get it if he dissed me. Some men needed to be put in their place, and if I could handle Kiley, I definitely could handle him.
    â€œSay it,” I threatened, inching closer to him with gritted teeth. “I dare you.”
    The evil-looking bastard didn’t appreciate my words or that I had moved closer to him. If I swung on him, there wasn’t much room in the closet for me to get him good how I wanted to. So for now, I was thinking about scratching his face and poking those gray, disturbing eyes out with my fingers. He could tell that I was plotting to do something, so he backed up and shot me another stern gaze that was supposed to scare me.
    â€œI don’t know you, and I