Sianni McWashington-Maddox #3
“Me too,” I sighed, rubbing my forehead.
“Didn’t you already whoop her ass once?”
“Yes. In the bathroom at the movies,” I replied.
“And that still wasn’t enough?”
“I guess not.”
That’s what I didn’t understand.
At some point, a bitch gotta realize when a nigga don’t want her anymore. Kyrie had made it clear as day he moved on, so why the hell was she still holding on this hard?
If a man told me he ain’t want me no more, and he was happy with somebody else, I’d leave his ass alone and move around. I damn sure wouldn’t be running around harassing the next woman over him.
That shit was weird.
I’d rather go find somebody who actually wanted me instead of forcing myself onto somebody who didn’t. But I guess that was the difference between me and bitches like Marissa. Some hoes ain’t know how to take no for an answer.
Drayla sucked her teeth before crumpling the napkin in her hand.
“Man, fuck that weird-ass bitch,” she muttered. “Don’t let her ruin your night.”
I tried to brush it off, but honestly? The shit had already gotten under my skin.
Still, I nodded anyway before grabbing my drink again. “You right.”
“Exactly. Now come on.” She grabbed my hand again. “We outside.”
I laughed softly while letting her pull me back toward the dance floor.
For the next minute or so, I tried my best to get back into the vibe. The drinks were hitting, the music was loud, and Drayla was acting a fool beside me dancing, but mentally? I wasn’t fully there anymore.
My eyes kept wandering around the club every few seconds.
Every time somebody looked over too long, my stomach tightened. Every time I saw someone holding a phone up, I instantly wondered if they were recording me.
Paranoid as hell. And I hated it. Cause now I finally understood why Kyrie sometimes acted the way he did.
My phone buzzed again in my hand.
Kyrie: Why your replies dry now?
A small sigh left my lips.
See? This man paid attention to everything.
Me: Nothing. I’m fine.
Almost immediately, the typing bubble popped back up.
Kyrie: Nawl.
Kyrie: What happened?
I bit my lip while looking around the club again.
Me: Some weird shit happened but I’m okay.
The second I sent the message, my phone started ringing.
“Kyrie calling?” Drayla asked loudly over the music.
“Girl, yes.”
I answered before pressing the phone against my ear. “Hello?”
“What weird shit?” Kyrie's voice instantly filled my ear. Deep. Irritated.
“Nobody did nothing,” I replied quickly. “Somebody just sent drinks over with a weird note attached.”
The line got quiet for a second.
“What note?”
I sighed softly. “It said I can’t keep you forever.”
There was another pause. And somehow, that silence felt worse.
“Send me your location again,” he finally said. Calm. Too calm.
“Kyrie—”
“Send it.”
I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see me before sending it anyway.
A few seconds later, my phone buzzed again.
Kyrie: Stay by Drayla.
Kyrie: And if a nigga walks up bothering you, I’m beating his ass.
That should’ve made me laugh. Normally, it would’ve. But before I could even text him back, a bright camera flash suddenly went off near us.
I turned my head quickly and caught somebody lowering their phone.
“What the hell?” Drayla frowned.
And that uneasy feeling in my stomach instantly came back stronger.
Yeah… I was officially ready to leave.
I grabbed my clutch before turning toward Drayla.
“Girl, I think I’m gon’ head out.”
“Already?” She frowned.
“Yeah.” I glanced around the club one more time. “My vibe is just off now.”
Drayla followed my gaze before sighing.
“Probably for the best.”
After saying our goodbyes, I pulled out my phone and texted the driver to say I was ready.
A couple of minutes later, I made my way through the crowd and headed outside.
The cool air instantly hit my skin. And for the first time all night, I felt like I could finally breathe.
I started toward the black truck near the curb before slowing down.
My eyebrows pulled together. The driver wasn't in the front seat.
As a matter of fact, the whole damn truck was running.
“What the hell?”
Before I could get any closer, the driver's side door opened.
And my mouth dropped.
“Kyrie?”
His tall ass climbed out the truck before slamming the door shut behind him.
“What are you doing here?”
He shoved one hand into his pocket before walking over to me.
“You ready?”
“Kyrie.”
“What?”
“Why are you here?”
He stopped in front of me before looking me over from head to toe like he was checking to make sure I was alright.
Then his jaw tightened.
“’Cause somebody got my wife uncomfortable, and I wasn't finna sit in that house.”
My heart did a stupid little flip.
“Kyrie, I'm fine.”
“Nawl.” He shook his head immediately. “You said you were fine before, then told me somebody sent you some weird ass note.”
I opened my mouth, closed it, then opened it again.
“Still.”
“Still nothing.” He reached for my hand. “Get in the truck.”
“Bossy.”
“Get in the truck, Sianni.”
Even though I rolled my eyes, I still slid my hand into his.
And the look on his face told me one thing: he wasn't about to let this shit go.