Page 153 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

I went back to cleaning, but before I could finish, my phone started ringing again.

Same number.

I stared at it for a second.

“Who the fuck…”

Whoever it was clearly wasn’t giving up.

Sighing, I grabbed my phone and slid my finger across the screen.

“Yes?” I answered, already annoyed.

“Hey, Sianni.”

My hand froze.

I knew that voice.

“Amani?” My brows pulled together. “Why are you calling me?”

I definitely wasn’t expecting to hear from his ass. Not after everything that had happened between him and Kyrie, and damn sure not after I’d made it clear I wanted nothing else to do with him.

“I was calling because I need to tell you something.”

Something in his voice made me sit down.

Even after everything we’d been through, I still knew Amani well enough to recognize when something wasn’t right. His voice always changed when shit was weighing on him.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to get off my chest,” he continued, “but I ain’t know how to tell you.”

“Okay…” I slowly sat back. “What is it?”

He went quiet for a second before letting out another breath.

“Actually, it’s two things. I don’t know how you gon’ take either one, but I need to tell you.”

“Aight, Amani. Then tell me.”

Because all this damn stalling was starting to make me nervous.

“I don’t even know where to start.”

“The beginning would be nice.”

“I’m serious, Sianni.”

“So am I.”

He sighed again.

“I’m telling you this because, regardless of everything, I still love you.”

My eyes rolled toward the ceiling.

“Amani—”

“Just listen.” He paused. “Alexia the one who leaked them pictures of us.”