Still Trappin' Through the Snow Teaser

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© BriAnn Danae 2022

When the meeting was over, Bianca and Tiffani left after Eboni promised to keep in contact with them. She couldn’t see this case going to trial, but she’d want to be prepared if it came to that.

“Thank you for making her feel comfortable,” Dreeya said as Eboni gathered her belongings.

“Of course. You both have been through enough these last few weeks.”

“Tell me about it,” Dreeya sighed.

She hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since everything went down. Plus, she missed Kavalli something terrible. They may have fussed and argued, but they’d never gone this long without speaking or sleeping in one another’s bed. Dreeya was sure that Kavalli would be in a better mood once the truth came out, but she should’ve known better than that.

“You don’t have anything to say?” She asked, following him out into the lobby.

Kavalli turned to face her. He hated the way his dick began to harden by her presence alone. Whatever perfume she was wearing had him wanting to hug her and hold her tight, but he wasn’t on that right now. No matter how stressed she was, Dreeya wouldn’t dress like it. Her grey long-sleeved bodysuit and black cropped puffer coat showed off her curves, making Kavalli lick his lips. A pair of Jordan 1’s were on her feet, while her hair was styled in some waist-length knotless braids.

“What’chu want me to say?” he questioned.

“Something. You wanted to beat my ass thinking I set you up, and now you know I didn’t.”

“Nah. I really don’t know.”

Dreeya’s eyes tightened as she stepped closer to him. “Are you serious right now? Nigga, I caught a body for you,” she hissed lowly.

“Did you?” Kavalli asked with a slight chuckle. “Shit, for all I know, you coulda’ popped that nigga so that he wouldn’t talk.”

Dreeya swung on him, landing a solid punch to his chest. “You sound so fucking stupid!”

“Aye,” Kavalli laughed, moving away from her. “You better keep them hands to yoself ‘fore I fuck you up.”

She ran up on him again and swung, hitting him again. “Nah. Cause I owe you an ass whooping anyway.”

“Bruh, chill!” Kavalli laughed as she chased him around the lobby. He felt like Day Day running from Baby D.

“Ma’am. Ma’am, excuse me. We’re gonna have to ask you both to stop running in the lobby,” some woman came out of nowhere and said.

Breathing hard, Kavalli leaned on a chair. “You gotta grow up. Why would you chase me around this mothafucka, man?”

“Why would you make me! You think everything is a joke. I’m a joke to you?”

“You do look a lil’ clown-ish,” he said, and she jerked like she was about to chase him again. Kavalli jumped back, ready to run her ass.

“Scary ass. I’m done with you. If you wanna act like I really did something wrong, then whatever. I know where we stand now.”

He detected the hurt in her tone, but Kavalli wasn’t trying to hear that right now. His head was in a fucked-up space. Catching a body wasn’t new to him. It was how he caught this one that had him contemplating his next move, especially with Dreeya.

“You think things just supposed to be cool with us ‘cause yo’ sister gave her side of the story?”

“Are they not?” Dreeya questioned.

He shook his head no. “Nah. You know how I move, man. I need a minute to process this shit.”

Dreeya chuckled and nodded her head as if she’d just put two and two together. “No. I get it. You want to use this time to claim we’re on a break so you can fuck off. That’s what this is. I saw your lil’ workers tweet about me too.”

Kavalli frowned. “My worker? The fuck is you talkin’ ‘bout?”

“That hoe Meka. She couldn’t wait to see us on bad terms, huh?”

Some tweets from Meka calling Dreeya a setup bitch had gotten sent to Dreeya’s phone. She couldn’t do anything but laugh when she saw them. One thing mothafuckas in KC did was run their mouths without knowing the details of a situation. There were a bunch of speculations with no facts floating around, and Dreeya was paying them no mind. That’s until Meka started talking crazy. She made a tweet saying, Yeah. Gon’ head and give me my nigga back. You ain’t know what to do with him.

So many girls had retweeted or quote tweeted it; Dreeya saw it without it being sent to her. Only then did she go to her page and see the other one. She didn’t know what nigga Meka was speaking on, but she just knew it wasn’t Kavalli. Like Dreeya said months ago, she had no plans to come up off Kavalli’s fine ass for nothing. She meant that but now was ready to let his dog ass roam.

“I’ont know what you talking about. You know I don’t be on that Twitter shit,” Kavalli told her.

“Yeah, but I bet you been on her line, though.”

“Nah. Ion’t fuck with her at all.”

Dreeya chuckled. “Okay, Kavalli. Tell me anything.”

“I really don’t gotta tell you shit. I’ma let you think what you want, though. Listening to hoes who want your spot gon’ make you lose it.”

Her head drew back. Insulted was putting it lightly. “Lose it? Baby, they can have this mothafucka,” she laughed. “It wasn’t all that anyway. Yeah. Let me get out of here before I catch a DV charge in this bitch,” she mumbled, walking off.

Kavalli laughed. “So now you done cause I done spoke some real shit?”

“Boy, fuck you and whatever you saying,” Dreeya said, not bothering to keep holding a conversation with him.

She wasn’t about to go back and forth with him. Kavalli wasn’t talking about much to her, and he only confirmed what she knew from the jump. Using a messed-up situation to give each other space in a relationship is what niggas did. He was no different, but Dreeya hoped he would’ve been.

Kavalli watched her walk out of the lobby, and his chest tightened. He hadn’t spoken to Meka, but she hit his line, asking if he was okay. The hood had been talking… speculating, running their mouths about shit that didn’t concern them. That’s what folks did. It was to be expected. What Dreeya didn’t see coming was Kavalli switching up on her.

She saw his reasonings before today, but now? The proof had been laid out for him, and he still acted as if she were the enemy. Dreeya didn’t like that, nor the way he talked to her. Since he wanted her to be the villain so bad, she was going to show him just how good she could play the role.