6. Alexia Greenwood
Sitting here watching Sianni play nursemaid and spoon-feeding this nigga like he was a king made me wanna throw up all my food.
I didn’t know what it was, but the bitterness was sitting heavy in my throat.
Things should’ve been different. That should’ve been me in that designer chair, living the high-profile life and making every hoe in the city sick with envy.
But nawl, instead, I was stuck with Marvin’s dusty ass.
A nigga with zero ambition and a regular-ass nine-to-five that brought in regular-ass checks.
I didn’t have the luxury that Sianni was flexing.
She had a man who moved mountains to make sure she was straight.
Yeah, his arm was in a sling, but shit, at least he was still providing a lifestyle I could only dream of.
I was busy stabbing at my food when a loud knock at the door broke the tension. A girl with jet-black hair hanging halfway down her back bounced into the kitchen. She was undeniably bad, but I could tell just by the way she carried herself that she was ghetto as hell, too.
“Sianni, my bitch! Wassup?” the girl yelled, her smile taking up her whole face.
“Hey, Drayla boo!” Sianni jumped up, grinning from ear to ear as if she’d just won a damn prize.
I didn’t know who this new bitch was, but I already didn’t like the way she had Sianni’s full attention. I kept my eyes on my plate, eavesdropping while I chewed.
“How are you holding up?” Drayla asked, leaning against the counter.
“We’re good,” Kyrie spoke up, his voice dropping into that cocky tone of his. He looked at Sianni and licked his lips, a slow smile spreading across his face. “I’m just trying to finish this food so I can get to the dessert.”
I almost gagged right then and there. I didn’t give a damn about their bedroom business, and hearing him talk like that in front of the company was too much.
“Eww, bruh.” Drayla laughed, her eyes still trailing over Sianni’s curves. “You could’ve kept that to yourself. But hell, it would be nice to know what all that ass looks like in the air.”
My fork hit the plate with a clatter. That shit caught me all the way off guard.
I looked between the three of them, my mind racing.
What kind of freaky-ass situation did they have going on?
I knew Kyrie was unhinged, but having my “best friend” out here doing threesomes and whatever else with random bitches?
The jealousy turned into a cold kind of curiosity. Sianni really was living a whole different life, and the more I saw, the more I realized I needed to find a way to snatch that crown she was wearing right off her fucking head.
After Sianni finished feeding him, Kyrie got up and headed into the room with Marvin.
I didn’t know what the fuck those two had going on, and honestly, I didn’t care.
It was none of my business. My main priority was sitting right in front of me.
I needed to see what the hell Sianni and this Drayla girl really had going on.
I waited until the sound of the men’s voices faded down the hall before I shifted in my seat. I pushed my plate away, acting like I was finished, and leaned my elbows on the table. I forced a little softness into my eyes, trading my stank face for a curious grin.
“So, Drayla…” I started, my voice smooth but dripping with fake curiosity. “Sianni hasn’t really mentioned you like that. How long have y’all been close?”
I cut my eyes to Sianni, waiting for her to realize how crazy it sounded that she had a “bestie” I didn’t know about. We’d been through everything together, but now she was acting like this girl was her soulmate.
“We’ve been kicking it for a minute now,” Drayla said, sounding unbothered.
“That’s wassup.” I nodded, picking at a stray crumb on the table. “I was just surprised. Usually, Sianni tells me everything. But I guess things changed once you moved into this big house.”
I turned my focus back to Drayla, poking at the comment she made earlier.
“That ‘dessert’ joke you made… you caught me all the way off guard with that one. I ain’t know Sianni had that kind of freak in her now. Is that how y’all move? Just one big happy, freaky family?”
I watched Drayla’s face, hoping for a slip-up.
If Sianni was out here sharing her man or having threesomes with a girl, I needed to know.
It made my stomach turn to think Sianni was living this wild, high-stakes life while I was still stuck in the same old cycle.
I needed that dirt. I needed to prove that Sianni wasn’t the “perfect wife” she was pretending to be.
Drayla laughed and shook her head. “Girl, ain’t nothing going on between us. It ain’t even like that. I got a nigga.”
I tilted my head, letting a small smirk play on my lips. “Oh, so that’s how y’all play?”
“Yeah, from time to time, but who are you again?” she asked, knitting her eyebrows together.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, stepping forward and extending my hand. “I’m Alexia, her best friend.”
She didn’t say anything at first. Just glanced down at my hand, then back up at me like she wasn’t impressed. After a second, she gave a small nod.
“Oh, okay,” she finally said, her hand staying firmly planted where it was.
I slowly pulled my hand back, the smile still sitting on my face, even though I was already peeping what type of time she was on.
“Yeah, but damn, Sianni,” I said, glancing between the two of them. “What’s wrong with your friend?”
“Ain’t nothing wrong with me,” Drayla replied, her tone flat. “If you want to know something, ask me. Don’t go through her.”
I let out a short laugh, shaking my head. “Okay, damn, you ain’t gotta be all snappy. I just asked a question.”
“And I gave you an answer,” she shot back.
I didn’t know what her issue was, but the way she was looking at me with that little attitude told me she had something against me, and I didn’t even know her like that.
Bitches like that always rubbed me the wrong way, the ones who made it out of the hood and started acting like they were above everybody else.
“Anyway,” she said, turning back to Sianni like I wasn’t there. “I’ma let you go. I’ll talk to you later. Call me if you need me.”
“Okay, girl, I will,” Sianni replied, pulling her into a hug.
After they hugged, Drayla shot me one last look before heading out the door.
The second it closed, I folded my arms and let out a breath. “Damn, what’s wrong with her?”
“Nothing, for real,” Sianni said, grabbing the plates from the table and heading toward the kitchen.
“You sure?” I followed her. “’Cause she seemed a little bitchy, like I did something to her. Did you tell her something about me?”
She glanced over her shoulder. “Do I need to tell her something about you?”
I paused. “No… but still. She could’ve at least said hey or something. Don’t be a bitch about it.”
“She could have,” Sianni said, turning on the water. “But that’s how she is. When she meets new people, she keeps her guard up, especially as a football player’s wife. Not everyone has good intentions.”
“Well, shit, I’m glad I’m not one,” I muttered.
“Yeah,” she replied.
I nodded slowly, then leaned against the counter, forcing a small smile. “So, what have you been up to besides shopping and taking care of a man who’s down?”
“Nothing much,” she said. Then after a second, she looked at me. “But can I ask you something?”
“Girl, yeah, you already know you can ask me anything,” I said, smiling.
She hesitated, then asked, “Do you have an issue with me?”
That caught me off guard for a split second, but I covered it quickly, pulling my brows together. “No, I don’t have an issue with you. What makes you think that?”
“I don’t know. I just wanted to ask.”
I shook my head. “Girl, nawl. I love you, and you know that.”
I held my smile, hoping that was enough for her, because the last thing I needed was for her to catch on to anything. I wasn’t about to mess up on my plan before I even got started.
“Yeah, but bitch, are you going to give me a tour of this big ass house or what?” I asked, glancing around.
“I don’t know,” she sighed. “I’m kind of tired. Maybe later.”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” I said, nodding.
“Okay, cool. I’m finna go take a nap,” she added, heading toward the stairs.
I watched her go, my eyes following her all the way up until she disappeared into one of the rooms.
The second I heard the door close, I reached into my purse and pulled out my phone, turning the camera on as I started walking around. I moved slowly, making sure I got everything, the layout, the furniture, all of it.
I had just gotten into it when my phone was suddenly snatched out of my hand. I spun around and saw Kyrie.
“Yo, what the fuck you doing?” he asked, his voice low but tight.
My eyes widened slightly, lips parting. “Nothing.”
“Then why the fuck you recording my house?” he snapped, stepping a little closer.
“I don’t know,” I said, giving a small shrug, but my voice didn’t even sound convincing to me.
Truth be told, I was caught off guard. And for the first time since I was in that house, I wasn’t as confident as I had been.
“Yo, Marvin, get this hoe the fuck out my house before I beat her ass,” Kyrie said, staring down at me.
He didn’t raise his voice, but the way he looked at me let me know he wasn’t playing. Not even a little.
“Bet,” Marvin replied.
My head snapped toward him. “Wait, what?”
But he was already moving as if that were the law. Of course, that was his cousin, and Marvin wasn’t about to go against him. That’s just how he was.
“Kyrie—”
I followed him, watching as he walked outside without saying a word. Then, without hesitation, he pulled his arm back and threw my phone straight into the pool.
Splash!
My mouth flew open. “Nigga, are you fucking crazy!”
He slowly turned back toward me. “Yeah,” he said calmly. “Now get the fuck out.”
I stood there for a second, my chest tight, heat rushing up my neck. I wanted to say something; I really did, but instead, I just scoffed, shaking my head like I wasn’t bothered. But I was. And the crazy part was, it wasn’t just anger.
The way he moved, the way he didn’t hesitate, didn’t explain, and didn’t give a fuck, did something to me. And I hated that it did.
“Come on,” Marvin muttered, brushing past me.
I shot Kyrie one last look before turning and heading out with him. The ride back to the hotel was quiet at first but didn’t stay that way for long.
“What the fuck was you thinking?” Marvin asked, glancing over at me.
“What do you mean?” I replied, leaning back in my seat.
“Why the fuck were you recording in my cousin’s house?”
“Because I wanted to use it as goals,” I said, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal.
“Man, you could’ve gone on Pinterest and found some shit,” he said, shaking his head.
My head snapped toward him. “Excuse you?”
“You heard me,” he replied, his tone dropping. “You in there recording like shit sweet, like ain’t nobody just tried to take him out.”
“I doubt they’re coming back.”
“You don’t know that,” he said, gripping the wheel tighter. “Use your head sometimes.”
I went quiet after that, not even knowing what to say back to him. That wasn’t the Marvin I was used to. He had never come at me like that before.
By the time we got back to the hotel, I didn’t say another word. I just got out and went straight to the bathroom, turning the shower on without even thinking.
The hot water hit my skin, running down my face as I stood there, letting everything replay in my head.
My phone being on, the whole situation, and Kyrie. I ran my hands through my hair slowly, my jaw tightening
“Crazy ass…” I said to myself.
I wanted to be mad at him so damn bad, but I couldn’t.