“No, you not.” He shook his head immediately.
“And why the hell not?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “This bitch keeps trying me, and I’m over here trying to play it cool.”
“I know you are,” he replied calmly, “but you can’t be out here moving recklessly, baby.”
“But you said I could.”
The fact that he was switching up now was crazy as hell to me.
Kyrie let out a breath before rubbing his hand over his beard. “I know what I said,” he muttered, “but after what happened to me, I’m not trying to have shit happen to you.”
His voice got lower toward the end, more serious.
“I don’t know what that hoe got up her sleeve, and I’m not taking no chances with you.”
He pushed himself up from the couch before walking over to where I was standing. The second his arm wrapped around my waist, he pulled me against his chest like he needed to feel me there.
“I guess.” I sighed, rolling my eyes a little.
Truth was, I still wanted to beat Marissa’s ass again. Bad. Cause in my mind, shawty still ain’t get enough the first time.
“Don’t ‘I guess’ me,” Kyrie muttered before his eyes landed on the canvas nearby.
“But damn…” He walked over toward it slowly, then looked at the painting more closely. “You painted me while I was asleep?”
“Yeah.” I shrugged a little. “I was just doing something. I’m rusty as hell, though.”
Kyrie sucked his teeth before turning around to look at me.
“Man, stop saying that,” he muttered, walking back over to me. “You talented as hell.”
A small smile pulled at my lips. “Thank you.”
“You welcome,” he replied before lifting his head to look at me. “But you know what else is good as hell?”
“What?”
He smirked instantly. “That damn?—”
“Kyrie.” I already knew where he was going with it.
“What?” he asked innocently, even though the grin on his face gave him away completely.
“Why you always gotta turn everything nasty?”
“’Cause you got a nigga addicted,” he replied shamelessly, rubbing his hand slowly against my waist. “I ain’t never had a female do me how you do me.”
“I guess,” I muttered. “I’m pretty sure you done had some good females before.”
I wasn’t buying that shit completely. Kyrie had been with too many women for me to believe nobody else ever put it on him.
I wasn’t buying that shit completely. Kyrie had been with too many women for me to believe nobody else ever had him acting crazy.
“Man,” Kyrie muttered, pulling me closer against his chest. “Why you always trying to argue with me about how much I want your ass?”
“Because you dramatic.”
“I am dramatic,” he replied shamelessly. “But I’m serious too.”
