Page 36 of Nothing Like Your Ex

“Nah. I mean, it’s crazy that you are. That’s his fuck-up, though. I don’t appreciate him interrupting any of our time, so you need to gon’ head and end that shit for good. Block him and focus on what we over here building.”

“And what exactly is that, sir?”

“Some shit you can be proud of and brag about. Some real shit that’s gon’ keep a smile on your face. I knew you had a nigga after I slid into your DMs that night, but it was obvious you ain’t give a fuck about the relationship anymore. So I left the ball in your court.”

“And you see where I’m ballin’ at. So, what’s the issue?” Kwinn asked.

Loving when she talked that shit, Melo smirked. “Ain’t an issue yet. Long as you or that nigga don’t make it one. If you done with him, block his ass and let it be that. Letting him call that phone back-to-back gon’ get it tossed out into the street.”

“What?” Kwinn frowned, then laughed. “You’re crazy.”

“Probably, but I’m a grown man first. When I’m invested in somebody, I need that same energy and respect to be returned. A hoe can’t hit my line and vie for any kind of attention ‘cause you’ve got it all. Even when you think you don’t, just know you stay up here”—he tapped his temple— “And eventually gon’ be right where my heart at. If another nigga is occupying either of those spaces of yours, we can cut this trip short.”

Kwinn listened intently, knowing he was entitled to how he felt and what he was saying. Had the tables been turned, Kwinn would’ve been on the same type of time. Disgusted with the way her pussy juiced up at his words, Kwinn squirmed in her seat.

“You good?” Melo asked, glancing her way.

“Mhm,” she hummed and nodded. “I hear you and agree with everything you said. I meant to block him before I left the city, but it slipped my mind.”

“It’s all good. Just make sure you handle that now, ‘cause I’m damn sure gon’ handle you and that pussy once we get to this house.”

As badly as she wanted Melo to get straight to it and make good on his word to rearrange her guts, business called. While he took a phone call in another part of the home, Kwinn was in the main bedroom talking to Saiko on speaker, hoping he didn’t walk in on their conversation.

“Bitch, I would have been gave the pussy up. Right there in that parking lot, actually,” Saiko informed.

Kwinn giggled, pulling out another Louis bag to add to her collection. Kwinn felt bad for shopping with another SA, aka another sales associate, and was surprised that Melo had one who happened to be working today. It made sense, though. The way he knew his way around the city let her know that he’d been here more than a few times and frequented it pretty often.

“Trust me, I know,” Kwinn stated. “I would have, too, but we weren’t exactly in an enclosed space. Broad daylight with my coochie out is insane.”

Saiko tilted her head to the side. “True. We don’t need your goodies plastered everywhere because the paparazzi was being nosy.”

Kwinn hadn’t spotted many, but fans had certainly come up to Melo for a picture. He gave out a few and declined some after it got to be a bit excessive, but he still showed them love.

“I got you something, too,” Kwinn said, holding up a box.

“Ooh. Thank you. You didn’t have to do that,” Saiko said.

Kwinn shrugged. “I know, but if you ballin’ buy yo’ main bitch something,” she said, making them giggle.

“I take you to one concert, and now you’re a rapper and video vixen. Lord, help us.”

“Girl, I’m living a crazy life right now. My mama was so surprised when I told her. She was giving me all the tips when we were on set.”

Saiko grinned. “I know that’s right! Toya was and still is a baddie. What your daddy say?”

Kwinn smiled, thinking of her daddy. Vic played no games when it came to his girls. He made her share her location with him and Toya while she was there.

“You know him. He wants to meet him if it’s serious. After I told him what was going on with Jabari, he said he was glad the nigga got traded,” Kwinn divulged, making them crack up.

“Shit, I am too. That injured-ass nigga wasn’t doing much for us anyway,” Melo added, walking into the room.

Kwinn flinched at the sound of his voice. “Ooh. You scared me.”

“You ain’t living right.” He smirked, kissing her cheek before glancing around the room. “We should’ve copped you some luggage.”

“Malone, no. It’s fine.”

He looked over his shoulder at her and shook his head. “What I tell you earlier?”