Sucking my teeth, I walked over to the wine rack and grabbed one of those expensive-ass bottles Samuel liked to buy whenever he wanted to impress people. The cork popped when I opened it, and I poured myself a glass.
Then another. Then said fuck it and filled the damn thing almost to the top.
The silence in that house was getting on my nerves, so I grabbed my phone and turned on some music. Something slow and toxic. One of those songs that had me thinking about shit I should probably let go of.
I took a long sip of wine before my dumb ass opened Instagram again.
And, of course… The first thing I saw was Kyrie.
My stomach tightened instantly.
This nigga had just posted pictures with Sianni. They looked happy and in love. Kyrie’s one arm was draped around her. And the way he was looking at her? I knew that look.
My jaw tightened as I kept scrolling. Another picture. Another damn caption about being “grateful” for his wife.
Wife.
That word alone pissed me off.
The comments were even worse. Women in the comments were talking about some “relationship goals” and “they look perfect together.”
I rolled my eyes and took another drink. Perfect my ass.
The wine started warming me up a little, but it still wasn’t enough to keep my mind from drifting back to him.
Back to us. Back to that damn hotel.
I could still remember the way Kyrie used to look at me when he wanted me to shut up. I had been running my mouth about something stupid while he stood there, watching me with that look in his eyes, like he was getting irritated and turned on at the same time.
The next thing I knew, he was behind me.
One hand slid around my waist while the other gripped my thigh hard enough to make me gasp.
“You talk too damn much,” he muttered against my neck.
Just thinking about it made heat crawl up my body.
Kyrie always moved like he already owned me. Calm. Cocky. Aggressive without even trying.
That nigga never had to say much. The way he touched me was enough.
I gripped my wine glass tighter. And now Sianni was the one getting that version of him. That shit burned me up inside.
I slammed the glass down harder than I meant to and looked back at the picture still glowing on my screen. Sianni, smiling hard as hell like she won something. Yeah, fucking right. Samuel was cheating, and Kyrie was playing house with another bitch.
And me? I was sitting in this big-ass empty house, drinking wine and thinking about memories that weren’t mine anymore.
My jaw tightened. That was about to change. Because Alexia was on her way, and once she got here, we were going to figure this shit out together.
THE NEXT DAY…
The next day, I pulled into the airport garage a little after noon, my heels clicking against the pavement while I made my way toward arrivals.
My phone buzzed in my hand.
Alexia: Just landed.
I slid my sunglasses up on top of my head and leaned against the car, watching people come in and out the sliding doors with luggage all around them.
