Prima Donna by Keisha Ervin Read Free Book Online Page B

afraid, she calmed his fears, but when she needed him, he was always unavailable. The whole situation was fucked up. Every time she thought they were making progress he always took ten steps backward, crushing her heart in two. It fucked her up that he wasn’t emotionally responsible with her heart.
     
    Time and time again Jamil would fill her heart with words of hope that he’d change and be a better man, and each time his actions proved differently. McKinley didn’t know whether to believe his intentions or the outcome of his actions. It was all mind-numbing—loving someone who held her heart on a string like a Marionette.
     
    McKinley needed answers and fast. She needed to know what was going on with him and why he was being so insensitive of her feelings. It was obvious he was alive and well because she hadn’t heard differently. Jamil was simply ignoring her, and the sad part was he didn’t even have a reason to.
     
    He was just selfish and until he decided to give up an explanation that was just how it was. Tired of debating with herself, McKinley wearily walked over to the stairs. She didn’t know if she’d be able to sleep or not, but she had to lie down. McKinley didn’t even make it up the steps before she heard the distinct sound of the front door opening.
     
    Quickly, she spun around. Her heart was beating out of her chest in anticipation of seeing his face. Then he walked through the door. She could smell the enthralling scent of his Dolce & Gabbana cologne all the way from across the room. He looked better than he had the last time she saw him, crushing her spirit even more.
     
    Jamil looked absolutely divine in a yellow BLVCK SCVLE T-shirt, Altamont fitted jeans and a brand new pair of $700 Dior Homme sneakers. McKinley was relieved to see that he was well, but confirmation of that signified her worst fear that he’d been dodging her on purpose.
     
    She stormed down the steps. “Where in the hell have you been?”
     
    “ Calm down.”
     
    She pointed her index finger like a gun at his forehead. “Fuck that! Ain’t no calming down!”
     
    “ Why the fuck haven’t you been answering your phone? I’ve been callin’ you for days. I thought you were dead. But no, you’re alive and well. So you’ve been sending me to voicemail all this time like I ain’t shit?” She got up in his face.
     
    “ Like I’m not yo’ fiancée or should I give the ring back?” McKinley pulled off her ring and threw at him. “’Cause apparently the ring don’t mean a damn thing.”
     
    “ Will you let me explain?” Jamil tried reaching out for her, but McKinley snatched her hand away and shot him a look that could kill.
     
    “ Don’t touch me. Touch whoever you don’ been wit’ the last couple of days. Wit’ yo’ lousy ass! And who the fuck is Jamil?”
     
    “ What?” Jamil eyed her, confused.
     
    “ Nigga, don’t act stupid. I called your phone and some boy named Jamil picked up the phone.” McKinley rolled her neck. “Don’t lie to me. Tell the truth. You gotta a kid?”
     
    “ Man, I ain’t come over here to talk about no kid.” Jamil shook his head, never once giving her eye contact.
     
    “ What you mean you don’t wanna talk about no kid? I dialed the right number, Jamil, and I swear I heard you talkin’ in the background.” McKinley’s voice cracked.
“You know what? I don’t even know why the fuck I bother.”
     
    Jamil’s nostrils flared. “This why I can’t never talk to you ’cause you always on some other shit. You always assuming the worst. I know, I’m wrong. I don’t ever do shit right. What’s new? Shit, fuck this, I’m up.” He turned to leave.
     
    McKinley knew she should’ve called his bluff and let him walk out the door, but the part of her heart that needed him more than she needed air to breathe wouldn’t allow it.
     
    “ Jamil, wait.” She jumped in front of him and blocked his path.
     
    “ Nah.” He shook his head. “I’m tired of