Page 164 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

Alexia stared at me.

“You got some problem with me being happy?”

“Girl, please.”

“Nawl, fuck that.” I stepped closer. “Because this shit been going on way too long. So, since we finally standing face-to-face, tell me what the fuck I did to you that was so bad you been carrying this shit around all these years.”

Alexia stared at me for a few seconds before a dry laugh slipped from her mouth.

“You really wanna know?”

“I wouldn’t have fucking asked if I didn’t.”

“Aight.” She nodded slowly. “You wanna know what my problem is with you? My problem is that shit has always been easy for you.”

I frowned. “What?”

“You heard me. Your whole fucking life, people have always picked you.”

I stared at her, trying to figure out where the hell she was going with this.

“Alexia, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about every time we went somewhere, every nigga wanted Sianni. Every time I liked somebody, somehow, that nigga ended up looking at you.”

“That ain’t got shit to do with me.”

“It got everything to do with you!”

Her voice rose, and I watched the anger spread across her face.

“Niggas I was fucking with wanted you. Niggas I liked wanted you. Hell, even Marvin started defending your ass!”

My eyebrows pulled together. “Marvin?”

“Yes, Marvin!”

I looked over at Drayla, and she looked just as confused as I felt.

“What the fuck did I have to do with you and Marvin?”

“It ain’t about you fucking him!”

“Then why the hell you bringing him up?”

“Because it’s always the same shit!” Alexia snapped. “Everybody always wanna protect poor little Sianni. Everybody thinks you so fucking sweet. So fucking innocent. So fucking perfect.”

I laughed in disbelief. This bitch had really lost her fucking mind.

“I have never walked around, pretending to be perfect.”

“You ain’t gotta pretend. Everybody else does that shit for you.”

“So, because other people liked me, you decided to fuck my man?”

Her mouth closed.

“Exactly.”