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“You know what? Fuck it.”
I walked inside because the last thing I wanted was somebody coming down the hallway and seeing us arguing.
“Now what the fuck is your problem tonight?” I asked as soon as he shut the door.
“I ain’t got no problem.”
“You’re lying. You interrupted me and Lloyd earlier; lied and told me Pops was looking for me, and now you just pulled me from going to the restroom. If you have something to say, say it.”
“You real comfortable wit’ that nigga.”
I had to blink twice because this couldn’t be what this nigga pulled me in this room for.
“Nigga, what?”
“Kyenna, you heard me.”
“Yeah, I heard you. I’m trying to make sure I understood you.”
“I don’t like the way that nigga movin’ ‘round you.”
A laugh slipped out.
“What the fuck funny?”
“You,” I said.
“Ain’t shit funny.”
“No, it’s actually hilarious because we have already had this conversation about Lloyd. He is my lawyer and Rah’s friend. Now he has become my friend. What is the problem?”
“So you think he was out there actin’ like a fuckin’ lawyer?”
“And are you acting like a brother-in-law?”
That instantly shut his ass up. I folded my arms again, waiting on an answer that never came.
“You came here with Nikki.”
“The fuck she got to do wit’ Lloyd bein’ a fuck nigga?”
“Everything, Shameek! Your woman is somewhere in that ballroom while you have me locked in a conference room because another man danced with me. Do you hear yourself?”
“I ain’t jealous of no fuckin’ Lloyd.”
“I never said you were, but since you brought it up…”
“Don’t play wit’ me, Kyenna.”
“I’m not playing with you. I’m just trying to figure you out.”
“There’s nothin’ to figure out.”
“Then open the door.”
He never moved.
“If this is about protecting me, Lloyd hasn’t done anything. If this is about Rah, you're standing in here disrespecting him more than Lloyd ever has. And if this is about you–”
