Free When You Know It's Real: Siah and Nonie by KC Mills Page A

grow up shit’ you talking, Pretty. But we ’bout to head home so I can refresh your memory on that.
     
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    When I woke up the next morning, Siah wasn't in bed with me, but I expected that. He rarely ever slept unless he was so lit that he just passed out, and even then he was up early. It was crazy to me how his mind never rests. Let him tell it, the only time he actually sleeps peacefully is when my body was wrapped around his.
    As far as I was concerned, it was just something he told me, because Siah always had a way with words. He was good for making me feel like the sun rises and sets just for me, and whether I believed it or not, it always made me feel special.
    I rolled over, not quite ready to get up yet. Pulling the covers with me, I wrapped them securely around my naked body. I could stay in this bed forever; it was so perfect. Of course, Siah had the best of everything at his house. He lived like a king, and this bed was a reflection of that. As much as I wanted to stay right in it all day long, I knew I had to get up so I wouldn't be late for our meeting with Archer or Kizzie would murder me. Kizzie, damn .
    I had to tell her about seeing Red last night. I knew my girl would be ready to break heads, but even more than that, she was going to be hurt. Yeah, she was messing around with Jock, so it wasn't like she really owned the right, but Kizzie cared about Red. Hell, she might even love him, so regardless of what she had going on in her life, she was going to be devastated when I told her about him being hugged up with that two dollar hoe.
    When I was able to summon the motivation to pull myself out of Siah's bed, I sat up and stretched. I was in desperate need of some coffee, so I moved to the dresser, retrieved one of Siah’s t-shirts, and pulled it over my head before leaving his room to head to the kitchen.
    Apparently, that was a bad idea because the second I hit the top of the stairs, I was met with a pair of eyes that didn't belong to Siah. I jumped out of the way, but it was too late because a smile spread across Jamar’s face as his focus locked on me. Since Siah had his back to me, he turned to see what Jamar was smiling about.
    “Yo, ain't that Royce’s girl?” Jamar said, obviously feeling bold because questioning Siah about his personal business was dang sure not the right move.
    “ That is none of your got damn business.” I heard Siah’s voice roar through the house so loud that it startled me a little. I didn't bother staying to find out what was about to go down. Instead, I just made my way back to Siah’s room so that I could shower and get dressed.
    About twenty minutes later I had finished my shower and was walking around Siah’s room in my bra and panties, collecting my things. My body was still tired and I really wanted to crawl back into his bed and sleep for a few more hours, but the long ass drive we had to make back to town was preventing me from doing that.
    “Why the fuck was you walking around with no clothes on, Nonie?” I could hear the annoyance in Siah’s voice when he entered his bedroom.
    He walked into his closet and after a few minutes returned with a charcoal gray Henley that he pulled over his head. I couldn't help but admire how sexy his arms and chest were as his muscles flexed to assist him in putting his shirt on.
    “It's early as hell, Siah, how was I supposed to know you would have somebody here? Don't snap on me about it.”
    He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me for a minute before a smile surfaced. “You know Imma have to beat that nigga’s ass if he go running his mouth to Royce. Not because I give a fuck, that’s your shit, but because he knows better than to mind my business.”
    I felt the muscles in my chest tighten. I didn't know why I cared about Royce finding out about us. All in all, he was a sweet guy and he was good to me when we were together. It just felt wrong.
    “I’m sure you told him not to, so he won't,” I said,