Page 198 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

“Told your ass you was gon’ cry.”

“Shut up.”

He laughed before wiping the tear away.

“But the first time I put a ring on your finger, I ain’t do none of this shit.”

I froze. Hold the fuck up.

Before I could ask him anything, Kyrie reached into his pants and pulled out a small box.

My mouth dropped open.

“Kyrie!”

His teammates immediately started making noise behind him.

“What I tell you about letting me finish?”

I slapped my hand over my mouth.

This nigga was not about to⁠—

Kyrie dropped on one knee.

“Oh, my God.”

My other hand went straight to my stomach as I stared down at him.

People around us had started to notice what was going on, and I could already see phones pointed in our direction.

For once, I didn’t give a damn.

All I could see was Kyrie.

He opened the box.

“Sianni McWashington-Maddox.”

A laugh slipped through my tears.

“Yes?”

“The first time, you married me because we had a deal.”

His eyes stayed on mine.

“This time, I want you to choose me because this shit real.”

I sniffled.

“Kyrie…”

“I know your ass already my wife but fuck it. I’m doing this shit right this time.”

I laughed.

“Will you marry my ass again?”