A LaLa Land Addiction Read Free

ahold of my heart they tend to break it,” she said as she crossed her arms and stared off to the side to avoid eye contact with him.
    â€œGood thing I ain’t that type of nigga then. I’m a man, Naomi, and I’m not into playing games. If I’m ever not into this anymore I’ll let you know, but you don’t ever have to worry about another lady stepping to you over what’s yours. I’m not embarrassing you out here,” he said.
    â€œSo you’re saying you’re mine?” she asked, lips pursed sexily as a faint smile graced her face. They had never defined what it was they were doing.
    â€œI’m just saying you don’t have to worry,” Noah replied.
    She didn’t miss how he didn’t want to put a label on things, but she dismissed it. “Hmm-hmm,” she replied. “That’s what they all say.”
    She slid out of his reach and walked around to the driver’s side. They drove away without breaching the subject, each of them consumed by their own thoughts.
    â€œSo business was a’ight in L.A.?” she asked, changing the subject to erase the awkward vibe that had fallen between them.
    Noah cleared his throat. “Yeah, it was good,” he replied vaguely. Naomi was oblivious to the real reason he had abruptly hopped a flight to the West Coast.
    â€œJust good?” she asked with a bent brow. It wasn’t like him to keep her out of the loop where business was concerned. “That’s all?”
    â€œNothing to talk about yet. Just a quick trip. I was in and out. If something comes of it, I’ll put you up on game,” he replied. He didn’t know why he didn’t tell Naomi about Bleu. A part of him knew that Naomi was just a consolation prize. Sure, he was feeling her. But she was meant to be queen to another man, one who would appreciate her more. Noah could never put Naomi first because Bleu would always trump her. Even halfway across the country, Noah felt loyal to Bleu. Whenever she needed him he would come, and he didn’t want to worry Naomi by explaining the complexity of his bond with another woman.
    Naomi pulled up to her apartment and cut the ignition before replying, “Okay.” She could sniff out a lie like a bloodhound could prey and an uneasiness filled her gut. It wasn’t worth pressing the issue, however. She was a firm believer that what was done in the dark always came to light, so instead of nagging she opened the door and hopped out of the car. He didn’t miss the slamming of her door, however.
    â€œNaomi!” he called after her as he climbed out. She turned, but before she could respond the red, white, and blue lights pulling up distracted her.
    â€œAgainst the car!” an officer shouted as he immediately came off his hip with a 9mm handgun.
    â€œWhat the fuck is all this?” Noah asked. His tone was calm as he raised his hands, palms out, revealing that he was unarmed.
    â€œWhat are you doing?!” Naomi asked, concern and fear lacing her tone as she stalked over to the officer.
    A second officer emerged from the car, stopping her. “Ma’am, have a seat on the curb and put your hands behind your head where I can see them,” he said.
    â€œI’m not doing shit! Why are you arresting him?” she screamed. “He didn’t do shit!”
    â€œYou want me to arrest you, too?” the officer asked. “Huh? Sit down and put your hands behind your head.”
    Naomi pulled out her cell phone and began recording. “Fuck you. I haven’t done anything. I don’t have to do shit. I’m recording every second of this.”
    â€œNaomi, chill. It’s all right. Just come bond me out,” Noah said as he bit his inner cheek to stop his temper from flaring.
    â€œPut the phone down!” the second officer ordered, this time much harsher as he snatched the device from her hand and manhandled her to the ground. “I