Kyrie Maddox
A MONTH LATER…
I was happy as fuck because I was finally getting this damn sling and cast off my arm. I could finally move around without everybody looking at me like I was gon’ break or some shit.
Yeah, I still had rehab to go, and I knew I had to take it easy for a little minute longer, but at least I ain’t have to walk around with this damn cast slowing me down no more.
Sianni finished helping me get dressed before we headed out of the house. Things between us had gotten closer over the last month.
At first, shawty barely trusted me enough to breathe around her. Now, she was helping me get dressed, making sure I ate, fussing at me every five minutes, and climbing over me at night like she ain’t just spent half the night acting irritated with me.
And honestly? I liked that shit more than I probably should’ve. She helped me into the car, and for once, I ain’t even say nothing slick about it. A month ago, I probably would’ve been irritated as fuck about needing help with simple shit.
Now? I had gotten used to her being here. Besides, once this cast came off, I could finally start doing shit for her again instead of sitting around, letting her do everything for me.
Once we got in the car, Sianni pulled out of the driveway in silence. I already knew what that meant. Shawty wasn’t fully awake yet.
I learned real quick not to bother her too much in the mornings before she had coffee because her attitude would be on a different level until caffeine hit her system.
So, I just sat back in the passenger seat, scrolling on my phone while she drove. A few minutes later, she pulled up to this lil’ spot she had found called Golden Palms Café. Ever since she discovered that place, she had been obsessed with it.
She pulled into the drive-thru and ordered her usual little shit. A vanilla espresso shot and a strawberry cream cheese danish.
I glanced over at her while she was ordering, watching the way her face finally started waking up a little.
“Damn,” I muttered. “Coffee really got this much control over you?”
She cut her eyes at me while reaching for her card. “Don’t start.”
I smirked, leaning back against the seat. “I’m just saying, ma. Before coffee, you act like you hate everybody.”
“I don’t hate everybody before coffee.”
That shit made me laugh. The girl at the window handed Sianni her drink, and the second shawty took that first sip, I swear her whole mood changed.
“See?” I pointed at her. “That’s crazy. A damn espresso shot just brought you back to life.”
“Mind your business, Kyrie.” She tried to hide her smile before pulling away from the window.
“Nawl,” I said, still grinning, looking over at her. “That little attitude is funny as hell in the morning.”
She sucked her teeth, but I caught the smile pulling at her lips anyway while she drove off toward the doctor’s office.
After checking in, we finally got called back into one of the rooms. As Sianni sat beside me in the exam room, scrolling through her phone while we waited for the doctor to come in, I couldn’t help but cut my eyes at her.
Damn, this woman was fine as fuck without even trying.
Pretty face, pretty attitude, smart mouth, and a good heart.
Everything about her pulled me in. The way she sat there with those thick thighs crossed and those glossy lips poked out while she focused on her phone had me staring harder than I probably should’ve been.
And the crazy part? I actually fucked with her for real.
My eyes dropped to the hand she had resting on my thigh before I carefully leaned my head back on the wall.
I was already irritated from being in this damn office.
I just needed them to hurry up and tell me what the next step was so we could leave.
Plus, I had plans for Sianni. My nigga Peter had been over at the house all morning putting together her surprise. Ever since she told me she liked drawing, my ass had been plotting quietly. Paying attention to the little shit she probably thought I ignored.
I had one of the extra rooms in the mansion turned into her own little art studio.
Although I already knew she was probably gonna cuss my ass out when she saw it.
Maybe swing on me a little just because she liked acting tough.
But shit, I could handle her lil’ attitude.
Lowkey, I liked it. That fire she had did something to me.
The door suddenly opened, pulling me from my thoughts. A younger doctor walked inside with a clipboard in his hand, greeting us before his eyes landed on Sianni a little too damn long for my liking.
My jaw tightened. The nigga wasn’t even trying to hide it either. His eyes dragged over her body before he finally looked at me.
“Aye, fool,” I said calmly, making Sianni lift her head from the phone.
The doctor blinked, caught off guard. “Yes, sir?” he asked.
“Do you plan on continuing to see and be a doctor?” I asked, staring dead at him.
I wasn’t playing with this nigga either.
The doctor quickly straightened up. “Yes, sir,” he answered with a nod.
“Good. Then pay attention to me and do your fucking job, because she ain’t your patient.”
“Kyrie,” Sianni sighed beside me, shaking her head.
“What?” I looked over at her.
“Stop it.” She laughed softly, even though she was trying not to.
“What? I ain’t do shit. I’m just letting the nigga know you mine. You ain’t part of that clipboard, and you damn sure ain’t my arm.”
“The man is just doing his job.”
“How the hell is he doing his job when he's eye-fucking you like he’s dying of thirst?” I leaned back in the chair, cutting my eyes at the dude again. “Only thing getting quenched around here is my thirst. That’s it.”
Sianni slapped her forehead, fighting a smile. “Sir, can we please just finish what we came here for so I can get this man out of here?”
The doctor nodded fast as hell before looking back down at his clipboard. Dude suddenly seemed real interested in reading paperwork.
Good.
After checking over whatever he needed to see, he carefully helped slide my arm out of the sling before cutting the cast off. The second that pressure came off my arm, I rolled my shoulder a little and let out a breath.
Finally.
“Okay, Mr. Maddox,” the doctor said with a small smile, “you’re officially a free man.”
“’Bout damn time,” I muttered, flexing my fingers. Then I looked over at Sianni. “Now I can finally handle you the way I want to.”
“Boy, please,” she mumbled under her breath.
I smirked instantly because I already knew that attitude was fake.
Truth was, I’d been losing my damn mind ever since getting shot. Yeah, I still found ways to fuck with her, but being limited had me irritated. Sianni’s ass was addictive, and that shit was dangerous. Had a nigga thinking reckless.
“No, sir,” the doctor suddenly cut in. “You still need to take it easy for a little while—”
“Nigga, who asked you?” I snapped, turning my head toward him.
The room got quiet for a second.
“Nobody, sir,” he said quickly.
“Exactly. Stay out my business.”
“You’re right,” he muttered.
“I know.” I looked back at Sianni. “You ready to go home, baby?”
Sianni shook her head like she was tired of me, but she still grabbed her purse and stood up anyway.
I followed her, feeling lighter already without that damn cast on me.
Before we headed back to the house, I wanted to get some food. After that? I had plans for her ass… and then I’d deal with this rehab shit later.
I was ready to get the fuck back on that field.
The moment we stepped outside the doctor’s office, I rolled my shoulder before flexing my fingers. Finally. I swear, I was tired of that damn cast.
“Stop moving it so much,” Sianni muttered while walking beside me. “Then you’re going to be crying later.”
“I ain’t gon’ be crying about shit.”
“Mhm.”
I cut my eyes at her before walking ahead a little. As soon as she unlocked the doors, I grabbed the handle before she could touch it.
“Kyrie.”
“What?” I opened the door wider.
“Move. You doing too much.”
“Nawl, doing too much would be me driving.”
“And that’s exactly why you're not driving.”
I sucked my teeth. “You act like a nigga crippled.”
“You literally just got the cast off today.”
“And?”
Sianni shook her head while I walked to the passenger side.
Truth was, I probably could’ve driven if I really wanted to, but Shawty would’ve complained the whole damn time, and I wasn’t trying to hear that shit.
The whole ride to the restaurant, I kept catching myself staring at her instead of my damn phone. The sunlight hitting her skin had her glowing, and those little shorts she had on definitely weren’t helping me think straight either.
“You keep staring at me like that, and we’re going to end up in somebody’s ditch,” she said while keeping her eyes on the road.
“Can you blame me?” I asked, unapologetic as hell.
“Yes.”
“No.”
She laughed under her breath while shaking her head. I swear that little shift did something to me every single time.
A few minutes later, she pulled into the parking lot of this upscale little seafood spot we’d been to a couple of times before. As soon as she parked, I immediately reached for the handle.
“Sit there,” I told her.
“Kyrie—”
“Woman, let me do something.”
She rolled her eyes dramatically, but I still caught the smile that was trying to creep onto her face while I got out and walked around the car.
My arm felt stiff as hell when I opened the door for her, but I ignored that shit.
“There.” I smirked once she stepped out. “See? I’m back.”
“You are so dramatic.”
“Baby, dramatic is what I’m gonna be later.”
“Kyrie!”
“What?” I grabbed her hand, pulling her against my side while leading her toward the restaurant entrance. “I finally got both of my hands back. You think I’m finna act right?”
When we got into the restaurant, I noticed it was a little packed, but I didn’t give a damn. I wasn’t worried about these folks; I was trying to get some damn food in my system. Especially since I was planning to dig into that shit when I got home.