Alexia Greenwood
It had been a whole month since I’d been staying with Marissa, and the longer I stayed around her ass, the more I started to realize she was damn near crazy when it came to Kyrie.
And not the regular crazy either. Obsessed crazy. This hoe would do anything to get that man back. Pride? Gone. Standards? Gone. Common sense? Definitely fucking gone.
I had caught her calling Kyrie multiple times just to either hang up or sit there begging him to talk to her. The shit had alone had me looking at her sideways. Couldn’t be me.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I've crashed out a little over Marvin before, but at least I had a reason. That nigga was paying my bills. A girl needed stability.
Marissa, though? She was out here embarrassing herself over a man who clearly didn’t want her ass anymore.
I let out a long sigh before finally climbing out of bed. I’d been lying around all damn day, staring at the ceiling, irritated with life. Not that I had anywhere to be anyway.
Marcus had cut off my phone, canceled my cards, and stopped sending money completely.
Nigga basically cut me off like I ain’t spent years dealing with his bullshit.
Now I was stuck walking around, broke as hell, with nothing but this cheap little phone Marissa gave me.
And that raggedy-ass thing barely did anything besides text and make calls.
Honestly, the shit was depressing. I rubbed my hands down my face before walking out of the room and heading downstairs, already hearing Marissa talking before I even made it to the kitchen.
The second I stepped down the last stair, I saw her sitting on the island with wine in one hand and her phone in the other, looking completely fucking unhinged.
And judging by the way she kept replaying whatever video she was watching? I knew it had something to do with Kyrie and Sianni.
“Bitch, you good?” I asked, walking into the kitchen, confused as hell.
I didn’t know how long Marissa had been sitting up drinking, but judging by the half-empty bottle on the counter, shawty had clearly been going at it for a minute.
“Yeah, I’m straight,” she muttered, barely looking up.
My eyes narrowed. “What the hell you looking at?”
“I’m watching a video of Sianni and Kyrie.”
“What video?”
Instead of answering me, she turned her phone around. As soon as I looked down at the screen, irritation instantly crawled up my spine.
It was a video of Sianni and Kyrie walking out of a building, with Kyrie holding her hand while cameras flashed all around them. Every few seconds, his hand would slide to the small of her back like he ain’t trust nobody getting close to her.
And the way he was looking at her, that shit made me sick. Like the nigga had won the lottery or some shit. Meanwhile, Sianni was standing there smiling hard as hell like she had hit the jackpot herself.
I sucked my teeth and looked away from the phone.
“We need to hurry up and do something about this,” Marissa snapped, taking another drink from her glass. “You said you were going to help me get rid of this hoe, but we still ain’t made any moves.”
“And you said you were going to help me with ideas,” I shot back, folding my arms. “But all you’ve been doing is sitting around drinking and stalking those damn pages.”
Her jaw tightened instantly.
“We’re supposed to be doing this shit together,” I continued. “Not me doing all the damn thinking while you get drunk stalking their pages.”
Marissa slammed her glass on the counter harder than necessary before finally looking up at me.
“And I’m trying.”
“Well, try harder.” I shrugged. “’Cause sitting here mad ain’t going to break them up.”
The room fell quiet for a second before Marissa grabbed her phone again and replayed the video. That bitter-ass look on her face told me everything I needed to know. She was spiraling.
“I guess,” she muttered, rolling her eyes before taking another sip of wine.
I smirked a little before grabbing the bottle off the counter and pouring myself a glass too.
“What about this, though?” I said, swirling the wine around slowly. “I call up Amani.”
Marissa frowned instantly. “What the fuck does he have to do with this?”
“Because that’s her ex, duh.” I looked at her like she should’ve already caught on. “And I know for a fact he still got old pictures, videos, messages… all that shit.”
Marissa sat up a little straighter. “Okay… and?”
“And if I can get him to send me that stuff, then we finally got something to work with.” I shrugged before taking a sip. “People already watching Kyrie and Sianni every damn move. All we gotta do is give them something messy to talk about.”
“You really think that shit gon’ work?”
“I don’t see why it wouldn’t.” I leaned against the counter. “That man is still in love with Sianni, dumb ass. He’d probably crawl across broken glass if he thought it would get her back.”
Which was honestly pathetic as hell considering the nigga was out here cheating on her left and right while they were together.
Men really did want loyalty while acting like hoes themselves.
Marissa stayed quiet for a second before looking back down at the video playing on her phone. Kyrie’s hand kept sliding against Sianni’s lower back while cameras flashed around them.
That bitter look came right back across her face.
“So, you really think this is going to break them up?” she asked again, quieter this time.
“Yes,” I smirked. “Now, let the mastermind work.”
I set my wine glass down before heading upstairs to grab my phone. By the time I came back down, Marissa was pacing around the kitchen anxiously while refreshing gossip pages like a damn maniac.
I ignored her and pulled up Amani’s number before pressing call.
The nigga answered on the fourth ring.
“What the fuck you want, Alexia?” he snapped immediately.
I rolled my eyes. “First of all, nigga, lower your damn voice.”
“Whatever,” he muttered. “What are you calling me for?”
“I need a favor.”
“Nawl.” He laughed dryly. “You already know I ain’t doing shit for you.”
“And why not?”
“Because I don’t fuck with you like that,” he shot back. “You fucked up my relationship.”
I smirked instantly. “I ain’t fuck up shit. You did that all by yourself.”
“Nawl, you the one—”
“Look,” I cut him off before he could start yelling again. “Do you want Sianni back or not?”
The line went quiet for a second.
“Yeah,” he finally muttered. “But you know that shit is dead now.”
“No, it’s not.” I leaned back against the counter slowly. “But if you really want her back, I’m gon’ need your help.”
“And what exactly I gotta do?” he asked, sounding interested as hell now.
A slow smile spread across my face.
“I need every old picture, video, message… whatever you still got of y’all together.”
The line got quiet again.
“For what?” he asked carefully.
“To remind people that Sianni wasn’t always Kyrie Maddox’s wife.” I glanced over at Marissa, whose attention immediately locked onto me. “And once the blogs get ahold of that shit?” I smirked. “Everything between them gone start looking a whole lot less perfect.”
“What kind of pictures?” he asked after a second.
“Any kind,” I replied casually. “Pictures of y’all together, old videos, screenshots, dates, gifts… I don’t give a damn. Anything that proves y’all had something real.”
“And what the hell you planning to do with it?”
I glanced over at Marissa before leaning back against the counter.
“Honestly?” I smirked. “Make people start asking questions.”
The line got quiet again.
“Amani,” I sighed dramatically. “That girl moved on with a whole football player barely five damn minutes after y’all broke up. You really don’t think that shit looks weird?”
“That ain’t what happened,” he muttered quickly, sounding irritated already.
“Oh, so she wasn’t entertaining Kyrie before y’all officially ended?” I asked innocently.
Silence.
Yeah… I hit a nerve.
Marissa slowly started smiling from across the kitchen once she realized where I was going with this shit.
“All I’m saying is,” I continued, “if people start seeing old pictures and videos of y’all together while she out here playing perfect little wife online, that image gon’ start cracking a little.”
“And Kyrie ass already crazy,” Marissa added from the background loud enough for him to hear. “That nigga probably gon’ lose his mind.”
Amani let out a long breath on the other end before finally speaking again.
“So what? You want me to just send the shit over?”
“Yes,” I replied quickly before he could change his mind. “Everything you got.”
Another pause.
Then finally—
“Aight.”
A grin spread across my face.
“Bet.”
A few seconds later, my cheap-ass phone started going crazy with messages coming through back-to-back.
Pictures.
Videos.
Old screenshots.
Even a damn video of Sianni sitting on Amani’s lap laughing while he kissed on her neck.
“Oh, this is messy,” Marissa muttered, walking over beside me.
I smirked while scrolling through everything slowly.
“Nawl,” I said calmly. “This is exactly what we needed.”
Marissa walked around the island until she was standing beside me, looking down at the screen too.
“You think Kyrie seen any of this before?” she asked.
“I doubt it.” I snorted. “And even if he did, seeing it online gon’ hit different.”
That made her smile a little. Finally.
The crazy-ass look in her eyes was starting to come back.
“So, what now?” she asked.
“Now?” I leaned against the counter while scrolling through the pictures again. “Now we make it look like all this shit just magically surfaced.”
Marissa looked down at the phone again before laughing bitterly under her breath.
“That hoe look too happy in these.”
“She was,” I replied bluntly. “That’s why this gon’ work.”
People loved drama, especially when it involved celebrities.
All we had to do was plant the seed. The internet would do the rest.
I clicked on one of the pictures and saved it.
“What if Kyrie don’t care?” Marissa suddenly asked.
I looked over at her.
“Oh, he gon’ care.”
“How you know?”
“Because niggas like Kyrie always care.” I smirked slowly. “Especially when it comes to somebody they trying to claim.”
And judging by the way that man stayed glued to Sianni every time they got seen together?
Yeah. Kyrie Maddox was attached. Which made him dangerous… but also easy to piss off.
Marissa picked her wine glass back up before taking another sip. “So, when we posting it?”
“Not yet,” I replied quickly. “If we do it now, it’s gon’ look too obvious.”
“Then when?”
I looked back down at the phone before another slow smile spread across my face.
“We wait until everybody is talking about them again.”
Marissa frowned slightly. “What you mean?”
“I mean, we wait until they post another happy-ass picture together or get spotted somewhere.” I locked my phone before tossing it onto the counter. “Then boom…”
Realization slowly crossed her face.
“Ohhhhh.”
“Exactly.” I smirked. “One little anonymous post. Couple old pictures. Maybe a caption hinting she moved on too fast…”
“And the blogs gon’ eat that shit up,” Marissa finished for me.
“Like starving dogs.”
For the first time all night, Marissa actually looked satisfied.
Meanwhile, I grabbed my wine glass again before leaning back against the counter.
Because one thing about bitter bitches? They eventually show their true colors.