Page 107 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

“I was thinking you could wear it for the pictures we’re supposed to take with the interview.”

He looked everything over again. “Yeah, I can fuck with this.”

“Good, because I wasn’t taking it back.”

“I ain’t ask you to.” He laid the outfit across the back of the couch before looking at me. “What you wearing?”

“I got something too.”

“Let me see.”

“Damn, can I breathe?”

“Nawl. Get the shit.”

I sucked my teeth but got up anyway and grabbed another bag.

I had barely pulled my outfit out before Kyrie’s face changed.

“Nawl.”

I looked at him. “Nawl, what?”

“You ain’t wearing that.”

My mouth dropped open. “Kyrie, you haven’t even seen the whole outfit yet.”

“I seen enough.”

“You don’t even know what it looks like on me.”

“Exactly.” His eyes moved over the outfit before landing on me. “And I already know how your ass built, so I can put two and two together.”

I stared at him for a second.

“You do realize I bought this with my own money, right?”

“And?”

“And I’m wearing it.”

“Nawl.”

“Yes.”

“Nawl.”

“Kyrie.”

“Sianni.”

I pressed my lips together, trying not to laugh at how serious his ass looked.

“There is nothing wrong with this outfit.”

“It’s gon’ be something wrong when you put it on.”

“You are ridiculous.”