A few seconds later, I spotted Alexia walking out with a big ass designer bag on her shoulder and an attitude written all over her face.
As soon as she saw me, she sucked her teeth.
“Girl…” She sighed once she got close enough. “I need a damn drink.”
That pulled a smirk outta me. “Already got the bottle waiting.”
Alexia and I ain’t really talk much on the drive back. The radio played low while she sat in the passenger seat, sighing every five seconds and looking out the window like her life was over.
As soon as we pulled up, I grabbed her bag out of the trunk and led her inside.
The house was still quiet as hell.
Still empty.
Samuel still hadn’t called me back either.
I led her into the living room where the wine bottle and glasses were already waiting on the table. Alexia damn near collapsed onto the couch while I poured us both a drink.
“So, Marvin really put you out?” I asked, handing her the glass.
Her whole face tightened. “That nigga chose her. Sat there defending her ass like she some innocent little victim, and I’m the problem.”
I rolled my eyes. “Please. That hoe always playing victim.”
“Exactly.” Alexia took a long sip. “And Marvin’s dumb ass falling for it.”
I sat back against the couch, swirling my wine around slowly while she kept talking.
“That nigga really sat there and acted like I was wrong for recording in Kyrie’s house,” she muttered. “Like I was trying to hurt somebody.”
“You should’ve seen how she looked at me the last time I saw her,” I replied. “That hoe swear she won.”
Alexia grabbed my phone once I pulled Sianni’s page back up.
“Look at this shit,” she scoffed, scrolling through the pictures. “This bitch always smiling.”
“Because she trying to sell a dream,” I replied. “That’s all that is.”
“Exactly.” Alexia nodded. “Every post is some grateful wife bullshit.”
I leaned over a little, looking at another picture of Sianni standing next to Kyrie, smiling hard as hell while he looked down at her.
My jaw tightened instantly.
“I’m so sick of seeing this shit,” I muttered before taking another drink.
Alexia kept scrolling before her face shifted slightly.
“What?” I asked immediately.
“Nothin’.”
“Nawl,” I frowned. “What?”
She hesitated for a second before taking another sip of wine. “I’m just saying… don’t let social media fool you.”
My eyes narrowed.
