SEVEN | BLAINE
“Where you at?” Kyrie’s voice sent the butterflies in my stomach fluttering.
I rolled my eyes and chewed on my bottom lip as I sat down on my bed. I lay back and focused on the ceiling as I toyed with the idea of hanging up the phone and never answering it for him again.
“You hear me, shorty?”
“Yes, I heard you Kyrie.” I sighed.
“Damn, I thought we was cool, what I do?”
I hated the enthusiasm in his voice. He was taunting me, his deep, sexy voice in my ear only stirred the juices seeping into my panties.
The sound of his voice brought back memories of the last couple of nights we spent sweating out the sheets at the Four Seasons.
After spending a year changing the batteries in my vibrator I’d forgotten how good it felt to be in the arms of a hood ass nigga.
“Nothing.” I sighed loudly.
“Nothing? It sounds like something, come on talk to me.” “I don’t really want to talk about it.”
“So, come fuck with me and we cannot talk.” He suggested.
“Kyrie...” My voice trailed off just as my hands ran down my stomach. “Blaine...just send me your address.”
I opened my mouth to deny his request, but he hung up.
“Ugh! Cocky ass!” I held my pillow over my face as I screamed into it. “You good?” Fallen leaned against my doorframe.
“Not even close.” I groaned after I moved the pillow beside me. “I think I’m falling for Kyrie.”
“What?” She laughed playfully.
“I’m serious...and it’s not funny!” I hit her with the pillow and moved my right leg under my body as I sat up facing her.
“I know, I’m sorry for laughing. It’s just I told you a few months ago to go out and have fun, not sleep with a stranger and fall in love.”
“I’m not in love.” I pushed her.
“If you say so.” She shrugged. “Y’all cute or whatever, just take it slow and don’t say no.”
“What kind of advice is that?” I frowned as she stood, stretched and headed out of my room.
“The only kind that matters.” She grinned before she made her exit.
I rolled my eyes and dragged myself to the bathroom to shower and get ready for my company. Two hours later, Kyrie hadn’t shown up and I was growing frustrated waiting for him. Finally, I pushed my pride aside, picked up my phone and called him.
“What up?”
“What up?” I frowned deeply. “I thought you were coming over here?”
“Yea, I thought so too, but you never sent me your address, so I took that to mean you wasn’t fucking with the kid like that.”
His voice was mellow, letting me know he was laid back and relaxed, but not dragging like he was high.
“Okay, but I just assumed you would get my address from your brother.”
“For what? I don’t want yo address from my brother, I want yo address cause you want me to have it.”
“Does everything that comes out your mouth sound like some cheap ass hood nigga line?”
“You tripping, yo. I don’t want my brother to tell me shit about you. Anything I know about the real Blaine Sutton I want to pass through them sexy ass lips of yours.” He said matter-of-factly.
“Check yo text messages, with yo smooth ass!” I hissed before hanging up the phone.
I had an attitude, but only because I couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at my lips.
When he finally blessed me with his presence he came with pictures of his niece on his phone that he showed off proudly.
“Aw, she’s so pretty. What did the happy couple decide on her name?” I grinned.
“Baby girl’s name is Gabriella, but you know they ain’t no couple man.”
“I don’t know shit.” I rolled my eyes. “Her cousin tagged them both on Facebook like that so how am I supposed to know any different?” I passed him my phone with the picture of Jamar and his baby mama in the hospital. He was standing beside her with their foreheads pressed together.
“Man, that shit was just for show, Quasia just want to make bitches think Ebony and my brother still rocking like that, but they ain’t.” he denied the false claims.
I wanted to ask him about the comments under the pictures.
The ones where the girl Quasia, that was clearly his ex, responded to a comment that her and Kyrie weren’t trying for a baby, yet.
That comment and the ones under it had my attention for hours most of the night while he was at the hospital and into the morning after he’d come back to our hotel room and demolished my insides.
I tried to put the phone down, but before I knew it I was scouring the internet for any pictures or comments made from realassQua and any of her friends.
She didn’t have many pictures of her and Kyrie, but the ones she did
have were of mostly her and a group of niggas.
It was a few pictures she had of just the two of them together, but they weren’t couple pictures.
Well, one of them was, but you couldn’t see Kyrie’s face, it was a picture she took that caught him off guard from almost a year ago.
His shirt was off showcasing his sexy body littered with tattoos and scars.
“Is that all Quasia wants?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Ion know...don’t give a fuck to be honest.” He shrugged as he smirked. “It smells good as fuck in here, you cook?” He changed the subject as he stood and glanced towards the kitchen.
“Nope, I can’t cook, Fallen made?—”
“Meatloaf. Is it homemade?” His eyes widened as he looked back at me for a response.
“Nigga, why you asking? You ain’t about to come up in here and eat up our food.
” I sassed as I stepped in front of him.
I was blocking the open space between the living room where we stood and the kitchen, but he didn’t let my small frame stop him.
He stepped towards me and picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder and smacked my ass playfully.
“Stop stupid!” I laughed as he tickled me.
“You gon’ make my plate bae?”
“Bae? Nigga if you don’t put me down!” I hit him in the middle of his back.
“Chill, shorty.” He sat me down on the counter beside the stove and stood between my legs. His hands gripped my thighs before he pecked my lips softly leaving me wanting more of him as he moved in front of the stove looking into the pots and pans.
“Move, so I can make my plate.” I pushed him with my hip playfully as I stepped in front of him.
“That’s fucked up, you ain’t gon’ look out for a nigga?” One hand wrapped around my midsection resting on my stomach and his other hand rested on my upper thigh as he planted kisses on my neck.
“Move Kyrie.” I moaned pushing away from him.
“I want some of everything too.” He kissed my cheek and walked his cocky ass out the kitchen.
I made both our plates, warmed them up and took them back to my room where Kyrie was sitting on my bed flipping through HULU. I grabbed two Gatorades from the refrigerator and came back to my room where Kyrie was sitting with the plate I handed him in his lap.
“You were waiting for me?” I grinned.
“Of course.” He nodded as he finally settled on something to watch.
After we finished eating, he gathered both plates and took them back to the kitchen. I followed him and watched him scrap whatever was left on each plate into the trash before
taking the plates back to the sink. I thought he was just going to put the plates in the sink, but he didn’t, he washed each plate.
“Why are you washing dishes?” I interrupted him as I entered the kitchen and hopped up on the counter.
“You fed me, the least I can do is wash the dishes.” He shrugged.
While he washed the dishes, I grabbed the Snickers ice cream from the freezer and stuffed my face while he finished. When Kyrie was done, he turned towards me and stared at me.
“What?” I sat up straight and focused my attention back on him.
“You tell me. The other night you seemed cool, but now you seem,” he paused for a second and I could see he was trying to find the right word to say. “distracted.”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged and dropped my eyes down to the half-eaten container of ice cream in my lap.
“That I don’t know shit ain’t gon’ fly no more.” He shook his head as he made his way over to me.
His cologne suffocated my thoughts and as he wedged his frame between my legs my body adjusted to welcome him. I leaned back resting my head against the cabinets behind me while he massaged my thighs and stared down at me.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I laughed nervously.
“I’m waiting on you, Blaine. Talk to me.”
“I don’t know how to explain it.” My left shoulder raised slightly before I dug back into my ice cream.
I lifted the spoon from the container just as he leaned towards me with his mouth hung open waiting for me to push the spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.
I wasted no time feeding him a scoop then myself, repeating the pattern until the box was empty.
I attempted to toss the box into the trash, but he raised a hand and blocked it.
“Get that shit out of here.”
“Why are y’all throwing shit on the floor?” Fallen frowned as she stepped into the kitchen holding my ice cream container.
“My fault, I was trying to put it in the trash, but?—”
“We was playing, Fallen. What up though? How you been?” Kyrie turned his back to me and draped his long arms against my thighs.
My eyes instantly went to his broad shoulders and his thick curls held up in a loose ponytail sitting on top of his head.
“I’m good.” She said as she looked around the kitchen. “Thank you for cleaning up Blaine.”
“You’re welcome.” I laughed when Kyrie turned around to face me.
“She ain’t wash shit.” Kyrie spoke up before he slapped my thigh as he turned around to face me.
“I ain’t take you for a snitch.” I pushed him playfully.
“I ain’t take you for a liar.”
I rolled my eyes and glanced at Fallen who was laughing at our exchange.
“Anyway, sister what you about to do?”
“Nothing, finish some homework, what y’all up to?” She grinned glancing at Kyrie.
“Nothing, prolly find something to watch, you seen the new Bad Boys movie yet?”
“I haven’t, but I got a lot of work to catch up with, so I’ll be in my room with my Beats on.” She winked at me.