My eyes drifted to him. “You over here, taking care of me and being attentive.”
“Shit, ain’t this what husbands are supposed to do?”
“Yeah.”
“Exactly. Besides, who else gon’ do it?” he asked, giving me that look.
The one that usually meant he was halfway serious and halfway ready to start some bullshit.
“I don’t know,” I replied with a smirk. “I guess I was gon’ go down to one of them massage parlors and let them men do it.”
That made him instantly suck his teeth.
“Man, shawty, don’t play with me,” he muttered, cutting his eyes at me. “You gon’ fuck around and get one of them niggas shot.”
“What the fuck?” I burst out laughing.
“Ain’t no ‘what the fuck,’” he shot back. “’Cause if a nigga get a lil’ too handsy with you, I’m beating his ass.”
“Kyrie.”
“What?”
“You cannot be going to people’s businesses acting like that.”
“Try me.”
I shook my head, laughing while he stood there looking dead serious.
This man was crazy.
“I guess,” I said, finally calming down a little. “But what’s with the car in the driveway?”
His expression shifted slightly before he nodded toward the window.
“From now on, whenever you leave out, you’re riding in that.”
I blinked. “What?”
“You’re gonna have a driver too.”
Oh, he had definitely lost his damn mind.
“Kyrie, you cannot be serious right now,” I whined.
“I’m dead serious,” he replied without missing a beat. “I’m trying to keep you safe. I don’t need anybody trying to get to me through you.”
“But ain’t nobody thinking about coming after me,” I argued. “Who the hell worried about little ol’ me?”
“You’d be surprised, baby.” His voice dropped lower. “I’m a celebrity. Niggas and bitches do weird shit every day, trying to get close to people like me. That means they’ll try to get close to you, too.”
The way he said it made my stomach tighten a little. Because, as crazy and overprotective as Kyrie could be, I knew he wasn’t lying.
I sighed softly but didn’t say anything else. And judging by the look on his face, I already knew this was one of those arguments I wasn’t going to win.
It had beena whole month since I’d been staying with Marissa, and the longer I stayed around her ass, the more I started to realize she was damn near crazy when it came to Kyrie.
And not the regular crazy either. Obsessed crazy. This hoe would do anything to get that man back. Pride? Gone. Standards? Gone. Common sense? Definitely fucking gone.
