A week had passed since Onyx's father Omar had been shot. The bullets had missed all of his major organs. However he did lose an alarming amount of blood causing him to need a blood transfusion. Onyx had stepped up to do it being that he was the only one related to him that was there waiting to hear something back from the doctors. His body accepted the transfusion and he was now at home in stable condition and expected to make a full recovery.
However despite the good news of Omar's well being they were still trying to figure out who shot at them. They searched the streets for answers but got dead ends each time they thought they were getting somewhere. It wasn't what Onyx was used to experiencing but he knew he'd just have to wait until someone slipped up and talked.
Onyx was stressed and his mind was clouded with a lot yet he couldn't help but think about Promise. She wasn't answering his calls or texts and despite his usual cold mentality towards women it bothered him. He liked her vibe and was truly worried about her state of mind after experiencing something so traumatic.
Quick and Xara were still in full effect but Promise was shutting him out. She had a good reason to based off everything that happened and nearly losing her job. Which was news he received from Quick through Xara.
The venue had took a lot of damage and after her boss learned that she attended the party and was seen on footage with Onyx as if they were a couple , Morgan felt like Promise had something to do with it. Onyx pulled some strings to change her mind though, money talked and was a major factor in her decision to let Promise keep her job.
Onyx wanted to make it up to her and was on his way to her condo to do just that. After sending gifts & edible arrangements to her job he still got no response from her. It made him feel played because he wasn't sympathetic and rarely apologized when he was wrong. So instead he was pulling up, he wasn't letting her have her way with ignoring him anymore.
He drove through Downtown Atlanta traffic vibing to old school R&B.
It was a cool and sunny Saturday in April and he was basking in the atmosphere the music and day was giving.He had an acquired taste when it came to music and despite his hard exterior he preferred what he listened to, to be the opposite. He let the sounds of the singer Sade's voice soothe his ears as he prepared his self for the encounter with Promise. He knew popping up at her place was risky but didn't care.
"What's the worst that can happen?" He thought to himself.
Ten minutes later he was pulling into the parking lot of her building. He turned the car off and got out after checking his face's reflection in the rear view mirror. After locking the doors to his black G-wagon he then proceeded to walk into her building. Not even fully making it into the door he was stopped by the receptionist. He was a short chubby older black guy that looked extremely bored with his job.
"Visitors must present identification and will only be allowed access upon approval from the resident." The receptionist stated as he discreetly looked at Onyx's appearance in disdain.
Onyx pulled out his wallet to fetch his ID. After finding it he handed it to the receptionist who was looking at him in a way that rubbed him wrong. He didn't wanna cause trouble where Promise lived but wouldn't hesitate to snatch dude up if he got beside himself.
After glancing at the ID for what felt like forever the receptionist finally handed it back to Onyx before saying, "What's the name of the resident you're here to visit?"
"Promise Wilson."
The guy was shocked hearing the name , he didn't expect her to be involved with someone who looked like him. He skeptically phoned the apartment number preparing to hear she didn't know the guy standing before him.
"Hello?" Promise answered.
"Yes Ms.Wilson you have someone here by the name of Onyx Jones requesting access."
Promise was shocked that Onyx was at her place and grew silent over the phone. She wondered how he knew where she lived.
Eventually chalking it up to him getting her address from his friend Quick or Xara , if it was Xara she had words for the next time she saw her best friend.
"Is everything okay Ms.Wilson?" The receptionist asked in suspicion she was taking a while to respond.
Promise noticed the uncertainty in his voice and went against her true wishes. She didn't want to see or be around Onyx but would refrain from saying that to keep the peace.
"Yes, my apologies. I got sidetracked with something in my home, you can let him up. Thank you." Promise instructed hoping she wouldn't regret her decision.
"Okay, I'll send him up now." The receptionist stated with disappointment. He was hoping his assumptions were right so that he could turn the young thug around.
"You can head up now sir, 4th floor apartment 410D." He informed before looking Onyx up and down with judgment.
Onyx noticed his energy toward him and decided against checking the miserable old man.
"Cool, thanks." Onyx smugly replied before getting on to the elevator Promise's condo.
After getting off the Elevator he found her door within 2 minutes. He knocked and waited for her to open it.
Promise was already on the other side of the door looking at him through the peephole. She was contemplating if she wanted to let him in or not.
Onyx knocked again before saying, "Promise open the door I can hear yo ass breathing, stop playing."
Promise sighed before unlocking her door and opening it.
"Why are you here?" Promise asked.
Onyx smiled from ear to ear once the for was opened before saying. "Chill, I just wanna talk. If that's cool with you."
"Who gave you my address?" Promise asked with her hand on her hip.
"I got my sources." He stated purposely leaving out who told him.
"You know it's rude to pop up at peoples house unannounced?" Promise questioned hoping he would get frustrated and leave.
"You know it's rude to ignore peoples phone calls and texts on purpose?" Onyx retorted.
Promise rolled her eyes in response to what he said knowing it was the truth. Still she felt he was doing to much. She looked him up and down taking in his appearance. He was dressed simple in grey joggers, a white Gallery Dept. shirt and grey Jordan 11's but looked good nonetheless. She swore she could see his print but averted her eyes quickly to focus on something else.
"Soooo, you gon' let me in or leave me standing out here looking crazy." Onyx asked snapping promise out her thoughts.
"Yea, come on in and make yourself right at home." Promise responded sarcastically while opening the door wider for him to enter then closing it behind him.
"Nice place." Onyx said taking in his surroundings. Her place was spacious and decorated well in modern decor. He looked around admiring how everything was placed perfectly but expected nothing less due to her line of work.
"Thanks, you can have a seat." Promise told Onyx as she walked into her kitchen to grab bottles of water for them.
Onyx sat down on her couch and took note of how soft it was. He wasn't getting comfortable in an unfamiliar place but appreciated the hospitality. He fixed his joggers and sat with his legs apart before leaning back a little.