“Oh, this is messy,” Marissa muttered, walking over beside me.
I smirked while scrolling through everything slowly.
“Nawl,” I said calmly. “This is exactly what we needed.”
Marissa walked around the island until she was standing beside me, looking down at the screen too.
“You think Kyrie seen any of this before?” she asked.
“I doubt it.” I snorted. “And even if he did, seeing it online gon’ hit different.”
That made her smile a little. Finally.
The crazy-ass look in her eyes was starting to come back.
“So, what now?” she asked.
“Now?” I leaned against the counter while scrolling through the pictures again. “Now we make it look like all this shit just magically surfaced.”
Marissa looked down at the phone again before laughing bitterly under her breath.
“That hoe look too happy in these.”
“She was,” I replied bluntly. “That’s why this gon’ work.”
People loved drama, especially when it involved celebrities.
All we had to do was plant the seed. The internet would do the rest.
I clicked on one of the pictures and saved it.
“What if Kyrie don’t care?” Marissa suddenly asked.
I looked over at her.
“Oh, he gon’ care.”
“How you know?”
“Because niggas like Kyrie always care.” I smirked slowly. “Especially when it comes to somebody they trying to claim.”
And judging by the way that man stayed glued to Sianni every time they got seen together?
Yeah. Kyrie Maddox was attached. Which made him dangerous… but also easy to piss off.
Marissa picked her wine glass back up before taking another sip. “So, when we posting it?”
“Not yet,” I replied quickly. “If we do it now, it’s gon’ look too obvious.”
“Then when?”
I looked back down at the phone before another slow smile spread across my face.
“We wait until everybody is talking about them again.”
Marissa frowned slightly. “What you mean?”
“I mean, we wait until they post another happy-ass picture together or get spotted somewhere.” I locked my phone before tossing it onto the counter. “Then boom…”
