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“Nah,” He held up a hand to stop her from talking. “I got your message loud and clear, Bleu. Take care, and uh oh yeah, good luck wit’ you and that new nigga you fucking. Guess you’re into hoes now. Or maybe you always were.” Shaking his head, he took off toward the square.

Sighing, Bleu headed back to her truck, grabbed her water bottle, tent, and a little picnic basket of the food she’d brought for her, and strode to the square. After placing her black tarp down near the right rear of the square, under a big tree and a couple of plush blankets to cover it, she popped open her Alvantor tent. Once everything was prepared the way she wanted, she walked over to the food tables to see if there was anything else she wanted before the movie started. On the way over to the line, she waved and spoke to a few people but ignored Cassie’s fake-ass wave as she passed her and Trent talking.

He didn’t look her way, but Cassie was damn near obsessed, clocking her every move. Bleu asked for strength from the almighty himself to keep her from beating Cassie’s head in tonight. She didn’t just want to tag that bitch like she did growing up; she wanted to break every bone in her body and crack the bitch’s skull. But just as the thought popped into her head, she shook that shit off.

Cassie was a lot of things, but she wasn’t worth going to prison over for the rest of her life, so she ignored the hoe and went about minding her business. She was in the middle of plating up a few goodies when she felt arms wrap around her waist and a kiss on her cheek. From the feel of his big, strong arms around her, the smell of his light but powerful cologne, and that glorious dick of his caressing her ass cheeks, she already knew who it was. It seemed like the whole damn town gasped when she turned around, and Trey caught her lips between his and kissed her so good she literally went weak in the knees. Thankfully for her, Trey held her steady and grabbed her ass and squeezed to really give them something to talk about.

The yellow low-cut top and khaki booty shorts she wore definitely added to the scandalous conversations that started going on around them. When Trey let her go, he slapped her on the ass before going to talk to a few of his workers. Bleu grabbed her plate and headed back to her seat with a big grin on her face. She ignored the not-so-quiet whispers of some of the town folks, but she made it a point to stretch that grin into a bright smile as she passed all the women who wanted Trey.

Bleu knew the shit would feel good because a few of them hated her for no reason, but the toe-curling satisfaction she felt when she caught the furious frown on Cassie’s face felt amazing. She felt bad for a minute when she noticed that Trenton’s fury matched his sister’s, but she quickly caught herself and went on her way. It wasn’t her fault that Trent’s family had wreaked havoc on her life. But Bleu couldn’t help but notice that for Trent to be so willing to disown his family, something seemed kind of off about how chummy they seemed all of a sudden, especially when they were normally at odds. Shaking off the weird feeling, Bleu ducked off up into her tent just as the movie began.

“Shit, so how do you think we did for our debut as a couple?” Trey chuckled as he crawled into the tent beside her with his plate.

Bleu grinned as she reached for her blinged-out Golden Girls Stanley cup, which she used as a water bottle, and took a sip. “According to all the dirty looks and death stares, I’d say we nailed that shit.”

“Hell yeah, we did. Thank you again, by the way,” Trey wagged his brows as he dug into his plate. “Maybe later on, you can kiss me like that again.”

“Maybe, if you’re on your best behavior for the rest of the evening.” Bleu glanced over at him with a naughty grin spreading across her lips. “And if you stay on my good side.”

He chuckled as he slid a forkful of food into his mouth. “I can’t promise to be on my best behavior, but I know exactly how to stay on your good side.”

“How do you plan on doing that?” she asked, a curious grin tickling her lips. “Oh, and this is so random, but I have some marijuana brownies in my picnic basket if you want some later.”

“Sorry, can’t expose my bag of tricks, baby,” he nodded, chuckling. “But I sure as fuck want some of them brownies.”

Tickled, Bleu turned her head toward the screen and finished her plate. Once she and Trey were done, they indulged in heavy panting and kissing in between laughing, chowing down on brownies, talking shit, and just enjoying each other. When the movie was over, they were so comfortable that neither of them wanted to leave.

“This was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. We definitely gotta do this shit again soon. Just the two of us, though,” Trey said as Bleu climbed out of the tent and stretched. “I’m going to pull your ride closer and load everything in for you.”

“Okay, thanks sexy,” She smiled as he retreated from the tent. “I appreciate you.”

“Bleu, you better quit flirting with me,” He warned in all seriousness as he accepted her keys from her outstretched hands. “Before this whole damn town gets front-row seats to just how good I beat ya pussy up.”

“Mmm, you promise?” She raised her brows in question. She was definitely up for whatever challenge he was proposing.

Laughing, he ran a hand down the side of his face and licked his lips, then said, “Keep that shit up, and you’ll find out soon enough. I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Okay.” She smiled as she began breaking down her setup. Once she had everything packed up, Bleu was on her way to get her empty pans from the table when Trent approached her and grabbed her gently by her elbow.

“Bleu, let me talk to you for a minute?”

“What is it, Trent?” Bleu tried not to sound so annoyed with him, but she couldn’t help it. Between his attitude earlier and how hard he was laughing with his sister, Bleu wasn’t just over his bullshit. She didn’t trust him anymore.

“So you serious about this nigga?” he asked, frowning. He clenched his teeth as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “If so, that’s real fucked up that you ain’t say shit when I asked yo’ ass earlier. You fucking him? How long has this shit been going on?”

“Trent, I’m not doing this with you, okay?” Her composure was hanging on by a thread. “You will always be a Nevens. I’ll never be able to accept the disrespect that comes with that name. Please move on and let go.” She shook her head before she walked away.

“Bleu, don’t turn your back on me,” He called behind her as he stood seething with anger.

Ignoring him, she grabbed her pans just as Trey joined her at the table. “Hey, you okay?” Trey asked as he retrieved the pans from her and slipped her hand into his. “You look⁠—”

“Bleu, don’t you fucking ignore me,” Trent yelled as he rushed toward her.

Trey didn’t know what was going on, nor did he care, but he pulled Bleu behind him so fast that she almost fell onto the table. “Nah bruh, back the fuck up. My girl don’t wanna be bothered.”

By now, the whole town watched silently as the scene unfolded.

“Your girl, huh?!” Trent mugged him as he scratched his nose. He was literally fuming. “She fucked me the day you moved in nigga. Trent lied in hopes of pissing Trey off. “Now what?!”