That part honestly hurt more than I wanted to admit. I really loved Alexia like a sister. And now everything felt fake.
“I’m glad you're seeing it now,” Kyrie replied, rubbing his thumb against my side. “I just wish you had seen it sooner.”
“Me too.”
I looked down at the plate for a second, blinking hard before handing him another bite. Life had a funny way of showing you people weren’t who you thought they were.
As I kept feeding him, Kyrie and I fell back into our usual back-and-forth. One minute, we were arguing about something stupid; the next time, he was flirting, saying slick stuff under his breath just to see me blush.
This man was crazy as hell. But, somehow, I was getting used to his crazy ass.
Being with Kyrie was a learning experience all by itself. Every day with him taught me something new. How to loosen up, how to stop overthinking everything, and how to trust somebody without waiting for them to hurt me.
But at the same time, I was still adjusting to this new lifestyle. The cameras, the blogs. People constantly in my face, asking questions about him, about the shooting, about us. That shit was exhausting.
I missed being able to go somewhere without people recording me or trying to figure out my business. Half the time, I wanted to snap at somebody, but I kept stopping myself because I already knew anything I did would come back on Kyrie, too. And right now? The last thing he needed was more drama.
After I finished feeding him, I took the plate and the stuff downstairs, then washed them. I had already eaten before I went upstairs with Kyrie, so I didn’t need to eat anything else.
When I got into the room, Kyrie was looking at the sports channel, and they were talking about the upcoming football season. I didn’t know why this man was even torturing himself like that when he knew he couldn’t play.
“Why are you sitting here torturing yourself?” I asked, laughing.
“Who said I was torturing myself?” he asked, cutting his eyes over at me.
But I could see it instantly. The way his jaw tightened a little. The way his whole energy had changed from when I left him.He was in his head now, and I knew exactly where his mind had gone.
“Kyrie, I’m not dumb. You went from all happy and shit to now, you’re mad,” I replied.
“I’m not mad, ma.”
“Yes, you are, but I got something to change all of that.”
His eye slid over to me, and a smirk started pulling at the corner of his mouth before he even said a word.
“And what is that?” he asked, his voice dropping just enough to make my stomach flip.
“We’re going to find something else to look at on TV,” I said, grabbing the remote.
“Man, shawty.” He sucked his teeth. “I thought you were gonna say you were gonna give me some pussy.”
I sucked my teeth and shook my head. “Kyrie, really?”
“What? A nigga horny as fuck,” he replied, and the way he said it, casual, so unbothered, made heat creep up my neck.
I couldn’t with this man right now. Out of all the things he could think about, he was thinking about fucking.
“Boy, let’s look at a movie,” I said, shaking my head.
“I guess, but let me ask you something.” He said it slowly as he licked his lips. And I already knew where he was going.
“Okay, wassup?” I asked, pausing what I was doing on the TV and looking at him.
“Sit on my face.”
The words hung in the air between us. Heavy and charged.
“Kyrie!” I shouted.
