Page 69 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

“No.”

He nodded once, his expression impossible to read.”

“Call him.”

My eyebrows lifted.

“Now?”

“Yes, now.”

I stared at him for a second before unlocking my phone again. Drayla leaned back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest.

“I still don’t think he behind this.”

“I’m not saying he is.”

Kyrie never looked away from me.

“I’m saying he might know something.”

The phone rang.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Then, I heard. “Hello?”

I swallowed.

“Hey…”

“You good?” he asked immediately. “You don’t sound like yourself.”

I closed my eyes for a brief second.

“Did you see the blogs?”

A pause.

“…Yeah.”

“Did you leak those pictures?”

“What?” his voice shot up. “Hell no.”

“You sure?”

“I’m positive.”

My grip tightened around the phone.

“Somebody posted pictures from Walmart… then pictures of Kyre and me, then ones of us.”

There was another pause, and when he spoke again, his voice lost every bit of attitude.