Chapter Five
Kamea
My face still stings hot with embarrassment as we pull up in front of Knox’s apartment building.
“It was nice meeting you,” Patrice says. She was sweet as can be the entire ride, telling stories about the woman, Dell, who was so adamant about me being in her space.
“Thanks.”
Knox takes my bag, and I couldn’t feel more like a damsel in distress right now. I hate owing anyone anything, but I couldn’t stay at Chris’s anymore. Those boys never left me alone, and it was clear his wife wasn’t as cool with me being there as he was. Especially when I heard them fighting and she asked if he was f*****g me. It’s not a situation I want to be a part of.
I thought one night outside wouldn’t kill me. Surely, I could handle one night outside until I figured something out. But as
