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“I’ll carry yo’ food.” Shameek snatched the containers out of my arms.

This nigga just didn’t give a fuck at this point. Jaharee was smiling too hard, so at this point she knew what the fuck was going on.

Outside, Shameek walked ahead of us and put the food in my passenger seat. Jaharee was digging in her damn purse like her ass wasn’t trying to give us rope to hang our damn selves.

“You have to stop,” I whispered.

“Girl, fuck you. You like that nigga kissing you?”

“We talked about this already. Now get out and go back in the house.”

“Ky, I’m deadass.”

Jaharee’s heels started clicking towards us, so I leaned up in my car.

“Did I interrupt something?” she asked.

“No,” I answered quickly.

“Aight, I’m finna head back inside,” Shameek said, closing my passenger side door.

Jaharee waited until he was halfway back to the house before speaking.

“I’m not accusing nobody of anything, so don’t start getting defensive. I’m just saying my brother is getting real possessive over you, and the shit is starting to look like some relationship type shit.”

“Yeah, you’re reading too much into it.”

“I’m not stupid, Kyenna. I love both of y’all if there is something for me to know. I’m sure eventually somebody will tell me,” she said, hugging me.

CHAPTER 29

SHAMEEK

As I eased the front door to Kyenna’s house closed, the sun hadn’t fully made up its mind about coming out yet. That was exactly how I wanted it. The compound was quiet as fuck around this time. Pops and Mama weren’t morning people unless they had somewhere to be, and Jaharee didn’t come back home last night. Kyenna’s security already knew what the fuck was going on, which is why I kept their pockets laid. I stood on Kyenna’s porch for a second and looked toward the road before heading down the steps. What we were doing was so reckless, but not enough for me to stop. I had gone over there because she texted me about something small. I couldn’t even remember what the original conversation was about. By midnight, I was in bed with her doing what we did best. By two, we were downstairs eating fucking ice cream. By four, we were back upstairs making love in the shower. What started as sneaking had slowly turned into being comfortable in each other’s house.

I knew what side of the bed she liked to sleep on, how she liked her water temperature, and where she kept extra wash clothes and towels. I knew how her ass hated the television being on but needed the small lights on the floorboards because she hated walking in complete darkness. Sex was one thing. Knowing somebody’s habits was something different. That shit was dangerous. I stepped towards my golf cart and got on it to head home. I was halfway to my house when headlights flashed near the main gate. I stopped driving because no one should’ve been on this road. The truck pulled off, and it was too far away for me to see a tag, but I knew the make and model. I got in the house and went straight to the shower when Nikki started calling. I let it ring as I stripped out of my clothes and stepped in the shower.

The vibes had been weird between Nikki and me. That was on me, though. Kyenna had taken over most of her time, which is why I was about to go off when she was with Lloyd. I still felt like Nikki saw something in my phone that night, even though she would never admit it. She wasn’t the type to stay quiet. She was very vocal if she felt a way. My phone went off two more times as I showered. I stepped out of the shower dripping wet and answered.