Chapter 20 #2
We left the suite and walked down the hall toward the lobby.
I couldn’t stop staring at the way he moved.
His shoulders were wide, his back looked strong enough to carry anybody’s problems, and he walked like he had money in every step.
I wasn’t ready for the day to end but I wasn’t about to make myself look pressed either.
I just kept up with him, letting my eyes enjoy the view while my mind replayed every single thing we did.
Outside, valet pulled up with Kay’Lo’s car first. It was dark but loud, and customized like something only a man with real taste could pull off.
Mine came right behind it. I turned to him and tugged the bottom of his shirt with my fingers, letting my nails graze the fabric while I bit my bottom lip and stared into his eyes.
He didn’t look away or lean back. He just watched me with that unreadable expression he had all night.
I got on my toes and kissed him soft. “I enjoyed you,” I said, letting my voice stay low and sweet because men like him liked soft confidence. “I hope I see you soon.”
He nodded. “I enjoyed you too.”
But his eyes were empty. His mind was somewhere far away and whoever texted him earlier had everything to do with it.
I didn’t take it personal, though. I wasn’t tripping. I knew I looked good. I knew I fucked good. I knew what I brought to the table and if that woman didn’t want him, I damn sure did.
I got in my car with a little smile because whether he knew it or not, I had just come up on a real ass nigga, and men like Kay’Lo didn’t fall in your lap for no reason.
And if ol’ girl didn’t know how to keep him, that was on her.
I sure wasn’t about to let a man like this walk out my life without at least trying to see what else he had to give.
I drove off feeling like I had started something big without even planning to.
On my way home, I couldn’t stop thinking about my night with Kay’Lo.
My legs were still shaking lowkey, and every time I shifted in my seat my body reminded me exactly what that man had done to me.
I had fucked before, I wasn’t new to sex, but nothing in my past had ever come close to what Kay’Lo just put on me.
My body was humming, my skin was warm, and every part of me still felt stretched in the best way.
I reached for my phone and hit Dream’s contact before I even thought it through. She picked up on the second ring like she already knew I had something to say.
“Bitch,” I said, dragging the word out because my soul felt different.
Her laugh came loud through the speakers. “What happened? Tell me everything.”
I adjusted my grip on the wheel and shook my head even though she couldn’t see me. “Dream… that man fucked me like he a fuckin’ pornstar, like he was made for me. I’m talking about he had me folded, flipped, thrown, dragged. All that.”
Dream hollered. “I knew it! Soon as I saw him in that section with that leather on, I said, yeah, Echo finna act a fool tonight.”
“And I did,” I said, smiling to myself because I couldn’t hide it even if I wanted to. “Girl, he fine up close. His tattoos are crazy, his body crazy, and his stroke? God must’ve put extra time in on that man.”
Dream gasped dramatically. “You tryna make me jealous?”
“Hell yeah,” I said because I loved that she hyped me. “Cause bitch, I handled that man. I had him gripping my waist like he was scared I’d run from it. I know he thinking about me right now because ain’t no way he not.”
“Did you give him your number?” Dream said.
“Yeah. I didn’t even ask for his. I gave him mine cause I already know he gon’ hit me. Niggas like him don’t slip away from bitches like me. That’s just not how life go.”
Dream hummed like she agreed. “He look like he got money too.”
“Oh he do,” I said. “Penthouse suite, nice clothes, jewelry. It’s definitely thick ass wallet energy. You know I know how to read a man, and he the type that like to spend on a bitch he feelin’.”
“So you think he feelin’ you?”
“Dream… he gon’ fall in love with me,” I said without hesitation. “It’s only a matter of time. I can see it already. Me and him on beaches, first class trips, matching watches, me ridin’ passenger in that black car he pulled up in. Girl, my life finna get real soft.”
Dream giggled. “You sound sprung already.”
“No I’m not, but he definitely got my attention.”
We rode the moment together, me driving slow because I was replaying the entire night. Kay’Lo’s body over mine, his hands on my hips, his voice in my ear. That shit went stupid.
“Oh,” I said suddenly. “He married.”
Dream damn near choked. “Bitch, what?”
“Yeah. He told me last night. He said they separated right now, but he had a ring on. A black and gold band, real clean.”
“You still fucked him?” Dream asked, but she was laughing because she already knew the answer.
“You know damn well I did, and I slept good after. I don’t stress over nobody’s wife. Cause let’s be real… if she was really all that, he wouldn’t have been in that bed with me.”
Dream hummed. “That’s true, but damn, I wonder what she look like.”
I shrugged even though she couldn’t see it. “Kay’Lo don’t seem like the type to get with an ugly woman.”
“We need to find her.”
I smirked. “You messy as hell.”
“NEOW!” Dream screamed, and I busted out laughing.
“Fine. Type his name on IG then,” I said.
“How you spell his damn name?” Dream asked. “Is it K-A-Y-L-O? K-A-Y apostrophe L-O? K-A-E-L-O?”
“I don’t know,” I said, realizing it myself. “Try all them.”
A few minutes passed while she typed.
“Okay, I think I found him,” Dream said. “Sending it.”
My phone dinged and the link popped up. I pulled into a parking space outside a coffee shop without even thinking because the thumbnail showed a man with shades on, bent over a car interior.
I clicked the video.
Kay’Lo was wrapping the inside of some luxury SUV with that glossy automotive wrap they use to change the color of the panels.
His hands were quick and confident, smoothing the material like he’d been doing this his whole life.
His voice came low as he explained the process to whoever was filming, and that little half smirk pulled at his mouth when he finished the panel clean.
“This nigga build cars, too?” I whispered, damn near impressed. “I didn’t know he really worked.”
“Told you he fine,” Dream said. “Scroll, girl.”
And I did.
Video after video was of him in dark shades, a blunt in his mouth and expensive watches on his wrist while he stood next to celebrities and big money niggas who brought their cars to his shop. They dapped him up, thanked him and posed with him. He looked like the man everybody needed.
I felt something warm crawl up my chest.
Kay’Lo wasn’t just some fine nigga with good dick. He was a whole boss.
And that made him even more irresistible.
“Oop,” Dream said suddenly. “Found his personal page.”
My heart kicked. “Send it.”
She did. I clicked the link and the first thing I saw was him and a woman.
Then another picture of them. Then another. Then twenty more.
The captions were long, and written like he really meant every word. He talked about how she held him down. How she changed his life. How she loved him and all his craziness and he would die behind her.
Die behind this bitch? Like, really? Was it that damn deep?
And she was dark-skinned with an ugly ass red wig and a regular face that looked nothing like me. To put it plainly, the bitch was a ghetto mess.
“Bitch,” I breathed, staring at the screen.
“What?” Dream said.
I screenshotted it and sent it to her.
It took her two seconds.
“Oh… wow.”
There was a stretch of silence before Dream added, “I see why he not with her though. The bitch look rough, and not somebody he would even look twice at. Bitch, you look way better than that.”
I laughed even though something weird pinched at me.
“That’s the wife? He all out here worshiping her.”
“And now he in your bed,” Dream said. “Which tell you everything.”
But it didn’t. Not all the way.
Because the more I scrolled, the more I saw how hard he had loved her. His arm was around her waist in every picture with his face buried in her neck. They had smiles that looked too real.
Something sharp twisted inside me and I couldn’t even name it, because it felt like jealousy mixed with curiosity and a hit of straight competition all running together in a way that made me feel off and my mind spinning.
I sat back in my seat and let the feeling settle because clearly, Kay’Lo wasn’t the type to love lightly. If he ever gave his heart to somebody, that woman meant something to him.
Which only made me more determined.
If she had him once, that meant I could take him, and this time he wouldn’t be going back.
I smiled slowly, looking at his page one more time.
“Yeah,” I whispered to myself. “I’m not done with you.”
And I meant it too.