Page 105 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

I rolled my eyes. “Oh my gosh, Kyrie.”

“Nawl, don’t do that.” He grabbed my hand and tugged me closer. “Come here.”

“I’m already right here.”

“You not close enough.”

I laughed as he pulled me against his side and wrapped his arms around ,e.

“You so damn needy.”

“For you?” He pressed his lips against my temple. “Hell yeah.”

I tried not to smile, but I failed miserably. And, of course, his ass noticed.

“Look at you.”

“Shut up.”

He laughed before his attention suddenly shifted toward the foyer. I followed his eyes and immediately knew what the hell he was looking at. My bags.

“Speaking of all this damn loving and shit…” His eyes narrowed. “What the fuck is in all of them bags.”

I pulled away from him. “Why you worried about it?”

“Because it looks like you brought the whole damn resort.”

“I went shopping, Kyrie.”

“No shit.” He pointed toward the pile. “Stevie Wonder can see that.”

I burst out laughing.

“Boy, shut up.”

“Nawl.” He sat forward, rubbing his hands together. “Bring that shit over here. I wanna see what you bought.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Why?”

“Because I’m nosy. The fuck?”

I shook my head as I pushed myself off the couch. I should’ve known bringing those bags in this house without putting them away was going to come back and bite me in the ass. Especially with a husband who stayed in my damn business. And little did his nosy ass know, everything in those bags wasn’t for me.

I grabbed a few of the bags and carried them over to the couch, dropping them beside him.

“Since you so damn nosy, here.”

“Hell yeah,” Kyrie immediately reached for one.

I slapped his hand away before he could stick it inside.

“Damn! Wait.”

“The fuck I gotta wait for?” He looked up at me like I was crazy. “You brought the shit over here.”

“Because I want to show you myself.”

“Then show me.”