“Yeah. How’d you know?”
“Because I know you.” She chuckled. “That man got you wide the fuck open.”
“Oh, whatever.”
“What? I’m telling the truth.”
I rolled my eyes even though she couldn’t see me.
“I guess.”
“Mmhm.”
Ignoring her, I dipped my brush into the paint and dragged it across the canvas.
“But I finally got a chance to talk to him about the girls’ trip.”
That got her attention immediately.
“Bet. What’d he say?”
I already knew she wasn’t going to like the answer.
“He said I should go.”
“And?”
I sighed.
“And I gotta take security.”
Drayla went quiet for a second.
“Of course he said that.”
“Exactly.”
I set my brush down and leaned back in my chair.
A part of me was still hung up on the security thing. It felt like it would take all the fun out of the trip. Then again, after everything that happened, I couldn't really blame Kyrie for feeling the way he did.
He wasn't trying to control me. He was trying to protect me.
And as much as I hated admitting it, there was a difference.
“So, are you still trying to go?”
“Yeah. Of course. I need to get out of this house.” I shook my head. “Hell, I need a break, period.”
Between the paparazzi, Jamal being out, and Kyrie constantly looking over his shoulder, it felt like I couldn't breathe sometimes.
“Alright. Where you trying to go?”
“I don't even know, girl. Somewhere far as hell away from here.”
That earned a laugh out of her.
“Aight. What about Palmora Shores?”
