“Kyrie—”
“I'm serious, Sianni.”
I sighed, but I didn't argue. “Fine.”
He kissed my forehead before stepping back slightly, letting the water rinse over both of us one more time.
“Good,” he murmured. “Now hurry up before I change my mind about letting you leave.”
I shook my head, but I was already reaching for my towel.
Because knowing Kyrie? He wasn't playing.
As I walked into the room and started getting dressed, I could feel Kyrie staring at me the entire time. From the corner of my eye, I saw him sitting on the bed completely naked. And judging by the way his dick was standing straight up, he clearly still wasn’t done with me yet.
“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” I asked, trying to ignore him as I slipped into my outfit.
“’Cause you’re fine as hell,” he instantly replied, like the answer should’ve been obvious.
I rolled my eyes, fighting a smile while fixing the straps on my romper. The glossy black material hugged my body perfectly, with a deep neckline and a small front cutout connected by a thin strap. The fitted shorts clung tight around my hips and thighs without doing too much.
The whole time I got dressed, Kyrie’s eyes stayed glued to me like he was trying to memorize every inch of my body.
And honestly? The way that man stared at me sometimes made my stomach do little flips that I hated admitting to.
After I finished getting dressed, I leaned over and kissed Kyrie on the lips before grabbing my clutch and heading toward the door.
Of course, before I could even make it downstairs, my phone buzzed.
Kyrie:Text me when you make it there.
I smiled to myself before shaking my head. That man was overprotective as hell.
When I stepped outside and saw the big, black truck in the driveway, I let out a long sigh.
I still wasn’t used to all this extra security shit Kyrie kept trying to put around me. The truck, the driver, the constant checking in—it all felt like too much sometimes. But after the conversation we had earlier, I already knew arguing with him about it wasn’t going to change anything.
Once I got inside, I told the driver where we were headed before he pulled away from the mansion.
During the ride, I texted Drayla to let her know I was on the way and that I’d meet her there. She texted right back saying aight and told me she’d be outside waiting when I got there.
After sliding my phone back into my clutch, I leaned my head against the seat and looked out the window.
Honestly, I was just hoping tonight stayed drama free.
I didn’t feel like dealing with people staring at me because of Kyrie or trying to be all in my face because they recognized me as his wife. I just wanted a couple of drinks, good music, and a night where I didn’t have to think too hard. That was it.
When we finally pulled up to the club, the driver hurried around to open my door for me.
“Just text me whenever you ready to leave, ma’am,” he said.
“Okay,” I replied before saving his number.
As soon as I turned around, I spotted Drayla standing beside her car, waiting for me. She looked good, too.
“Damn, bitch,” she said the second I walked over. “Kyrie let you leave the house looking like that?” Her eyes slowly traveled over my outfit.
I laughed. “Yeah, but the way he was looking at me before I left? Baby… that man was ready to bend me over again.”
