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“Oh, so NOW I’m Juicy?”

Here we fuckin’ go.

“Don’t start that shit. We need to talk. Now.”

“Oh, now you wanna talk.” She folded her arms. “Come on. Let’s talk.”

I glanced down the hallway, then looked back at her. “Not out here.”

“Then maybe you should’ve thought about that shit before you opened your mouth!”

I took a breath, tryna keep my voice down. “Juicy, I’m not about to do this shit in the middle of the hallway. Keep your fuckin’ voice down.”

“I don’t have to keep shit down. You could’ve left me the fuck alone!” she spat.

She turned to walk away, and I walked right up on her. “Where you goin’?”

“To my room, Juvie. Unless I need your permission for that, too.”

I stood there for a second, lookin’ at her. She was so fuckin’ mad that her whole face was red. She walked away, goin’ toward our rooms, but I was right on her ass. If I let her go inside her room, she’d never talk to me.

“What do you want from me, Juvie? Move and let me go to my room. You’re pissin’ me off!”

“Juicy, it’s fuckin’ cameras. You know what?” I grabbed her hand before she could say no and pulled her into my room.

I shut the door behind us and yanked off my tie. Juicy paced back and forth, talkin’ to herself like I wasn’t right there. She stopped mid-stride, then kicked off her shoes.

“Talk, JuMarion!”

“Calm the fuck down.” I took off my jacket and threw it on the couch. “You trippin’. Doin’ all that fuckin’ screamin’.”

“Calm down? You want me to calm down? You started this shit, and you know it!”

“The fuck you mean, Juicy?”

She closed her eyes, lips balled up. “Don’t call me no mothafuckin’ Juicy when I’ve been Savannah or Ms. Mercer all night. This hot and cold shit you’ve been doing… I want it to stop!”

“I ain’t been hot and cold wit’ you! You been showin’ yo’ ass all day.”

She picked up her shoe and launched that shit at me. It barely missed my head when I ducked.

“Don’t gaslight me! I spent weeks keeping shit professional while you stalked my fuckin’ social media. Not only that, you wouldn’t leave me alone on the jet. Then, you decided to plan a whole fuckin’ dinner. And then that pathetic ass, ‘I’m sorry’ text when you knew exactly what you were doing! Don’t make it seem like I’m crazy.”

I dragged my hands down my face and leaned against the wall. This girl had me fuckin’ spent.

“Juicy, you cut me off. You ain’t tell me you ain’t wanna talk to me. You sent Jela, bein’ childish and shit. And why the fuck would I want to come to Tokyo wit’ you for five days and feel like we beefin’ for no reason? And dinner was for us to celebrate. The fuck you want from me?”

She burst out laughin’. Not a regular laugh; this mufucka was morphin’ into the fuckin’ Joker. She started walkin’ toward me, and I just knew she was gon’ swing.

“See, niggas really piss me off! You answer what you want and leave the other shit out. The fuckin’ necklace. Rubbing my feet. Texting me and saying you miss me. Any opportunity you get to touch me, you take it. You know exactly what you’re doing, and now you wanna play dumb!”

I could deflect all I wanted, but she wasn’t wrong. She was standin’ in front of me, chest risin’ fast, fists balled up like she was ’bout to sock the shit outta me.

“I ain’t playin’ dumb, Juicy,” I said quieter. “I know exactly what the fuck I been doin’. You right. I wanted to touch you. I wanted to be around you. I miss the fuck outta you. What you want me to say?”

She backed away from me. “Don’t you have a fiancée? What am I supposed to do with you missing me when you have a whole woman at home?”

My lip curled. “Don’t you got a nigga? She wasn’t a factor, and neither was that nigga when you climbed in my fuckin’ lap. You act like I’m the only one feelin’ this shit! You ain’t innocent.”