Chapter 12 #2
“Kenedi? What happened to Logan?”
“Man, stay out of my business,” I said, laughing.
I didn’t like the fact that he was even associating Logan’s ass with me.
She wasn’t my gotdamn woman at any point, but I guessed I had to understand how he and others could’ve come to that conclusion.
However, if they had just asked, I would’ve let them know the truth.
And not the truth, according to Logan’s delusional ass.
“I hear you. I’ll send you the details.”
“Alright.”
Being that the day was pretty much over, I decided against going to the office.
It was best for me to just go home and change while I figured out where I wanted to take Kenedi for dinner.
She always tried to cook for me, but I liked going out to eat.
I wanted all her attention, and she needed the break anyway.
As I hopped in my car, two messages came through.
One from Logan and one from Kenedi. Obviously, I went to the one from Kenedi first, with the plan to ignore the one from Logan.
Her ass must’ve thought I was playing and truly didn’t give a fuck about her life.
Unfortunately, I had a feeling that I was going to have to kill her ass for me and Kenedi to live without her constantly blowing me the fuck up.
KENEDI:
Hey, babe, I’m not feeling too good. I think I just want to go lie down. Can we do dinner tomorrow night?
ME:
Yeah, that’s cool. Do you need me to bring you anything?
KENEDI:
No, I’m fine. I’ll call you later.
ME:
Alright, I’ll check on you in a few.
Against my better judgment, I went to the message from Logan. Just as I thought, her stupid ass was on a mission to piss me the fuck off. I think the shit got her off, and she did the shit just for that purpose alone.
LOGAN:
I need to talk to you about something important. And before you ask, yes, it’s that important. It’s about your precious little Kenedi.
A weaker man might’ve fallen for her bullshit, but not me.
There wasn’t a damn thing that Logan needed to tell me about my woman.
If there was something I needed to know about her, she would either tell me, or God would see fit for me to find out about it.
Logan thought that using Kenedi’s name would get a response, but her ass was sadly mistaken.
LOGAN:
It’s important, Sincere. Just hear me out. You’re going to want to know about this. It has to do with her and Ray.
Instead of allowing her to send me even more bullshit, I muted her thread.
I’d tried blocking her before, but all she did was call and text from other numbers, and I got tired of that shit.
I wasn’t about to change my number, so the best thing to do until she got the hint or caught one of my bullets was to just mute her stupid ass.
As I pulled up to my house, I saw Logan’s car sitting in my driveway.
Rolling my neck from side to side, I took a second to send a message to the cleanup crew to go ahead and make their way over here.
I wasn’t about to give her ass not one more warning.
She was all out of passes with me, and being that she couldn’t take a fucking hint, it was time to get rid of her.
I didn’t want her popping up while Kenedi was there and causing any issues.
Nobody was going to run Kenedi away, and she wasn’t the type to keep dealing with Logan’s bullshit.
Taking my time to get out, I rounded my car and stared her ass dead in the fucking face. She was far too pretty to have a bullet in the middle of her head, but hey, she brought that shit upon herself.
“What the fuck are you doing in my driveway, Logan?”
“I think we need to talk, Sincere. We can’t just throw away everything we were building like it meant nothing,” she said, stepping closer and attempting to rub her hand down my chest. I grabbed her shit and bent it back.
“Don’t put your fucking hands on me. Now again, what the fuck are you doing here? I thought I told your ass I didn’t want to see or hear from you again, yet here the fuck you are.”
“I just thought it was worth another shot for us,” she said, jumping up to kiss me as I saw a camera flash behind us.
“What the fuck are you on, Logan?”
“Nothing. You’re going to see that we’re meant to be together. I’ll be waiting for your call,” she said, wiggling her hand out of mine and jumping in her car.
Before I could even fully understand what the fuck she’d just done, whoever took the picture jumped in her car and they peeled out.
As much as I wanted to pull my gun out and shoot both of them, I knew now wasn’t the time.
Shaking my head, I decided to let the shit go for now.
But the next time I saw her, it would be me popping up on her ass, and only one of us would be walking away from the shit.
LOGAN:
Oh, and I thought you’d want to know that your “girlfriend” has a dinner date next week with my client, her supposed to be ex-fiancé.
Pocketing my phone, I chose not to feed into Logan’s bullshit.
If Kenedi was going to meet up with Ray, she would’ve told me, and since she hadn’t said shit about it, I wasn’t going to say shit.
What did I look like going to question her about some shit that Logan’s ass told me?
Nah, I trusted my woman until she gave me a reason not to.
“Sincere, why do you insist on taking me to all these fancy places? You know I would be happy with a burger and fries, too, right? I’m not with you for your money.”
“Hell, you better not be. I pay your ass well enough for you to not need me for a damn thing,” I said, laughing as I held the door open for her.
“Exactly,” she said, laughing.
“But it’s not about the money for me, if you must know. I just like wining and dining you. Anything that puts a smile on your face, no matter the cost.”
“I guess. But if you’re doing all this wining and dining because you want some pussy, it’s already going to be yours tonight,” she said, smirking as she kissed my cheek.
“I already know that,” I said, pulling her into me as we walked up to the hostess booth.
“Hello, do you two have a reservation tonight?”
“Yeah, you should have two for Hill,” I said.
“Yep, I got you right here. Please follow me,” she said, coming around the booth and leading the way.
She was putting way too much switch into her nonexistent ass hips, but I wasn’t going to say shit. She didn’t have a chance in hell with me, so she was doing all that shit for nothing.
“I’m going to go to the restroom to wash my hands,” Kenedi said, smiling as she got up and headed toward the back of the restaurant. The entire walk there, I watched her like a hawk. I needed to make sure she was good at all times.
“Mr. Hill, what can I get you to drink?” The waitress asked, rubbing my shoulder and biting her lip.
“Bitch, why the fuck are you touching me, and you know I’m here with my girl? As a matter of fact, why are you touching me at all? Get the fuck away from me.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that was your girl. The news said that you were with Logan Peters. And I know from the pictures that wasn’t her. So, I thought that you liked to keep a few of us on your roster.”
“What news?” I asked, raising my eyebrow. I ignored the roster part because even if I did, her ass would never make that fucking list.
Turning around, she pointed to the TV they had at the bar.
Sure enough, there was the picture of Logan and me that whoever the fuck she had with her had to have snapped the other day when we were in my driveway.
The headline said, “Dallas’ New Power Couple,” and I needed that shit taken down immediately.
Even if there was no Kenedi in my life, I still didn’t want the world thinking that bitch belonged to me.
“What the fuck is going on, Sincere?” Kenedi asked, standing in front of me with tears in her eyes.
Jumping up, I tried to grab her arm, but she pulled back from me. “Don’t you fucking touch me! I can’t believe I thought you would’ve been any fucking different than the rest of these lyin’ ass niggas!”
As she stormed back toward the front of the restaurant, I was on her heels.
She was going to at least give me a second to fucking explain what was going on.
I knew the shit looked bad, so I wasn’t even tripping on her reaction.
If the tables were turned, I was sure that I’d have a very similar reaction to hers.
“Bae, you gotta let me explain. I promise this shit isn’t what you think it is.”
“So, I don’t think your ex-girlfriend, or whatever the fuck you want to call her, was at your house the other day, kissing you, and you said nothing to me about it?
Is that what I’m not supposed to believe?
And before you lie, you had that same outfit on when I FaceTimed you.
I thought you were taking care of business, but I guess that shit was a lie, too. ”
“No, it wasn’t a lie. She showed up at the house, and when I was telling her to leave, her stupid ass jumped up and kissed me. She had someone there to take pictures, and that’s how they got that shit.”
“You know how crazy that shit sounds?”
“Yeah, but it’s the truth.”
“So why didn’t you tell me about it? I would’ve told you if Ray popped up and kissed me. I would’ve definitely told you if someone got a picture of it. You didn’t think that she was planning to do something with the picture? If that’s what really happened.”
“I honestly let the shit slip my mind.”
“Whatever. Take me home, Sincere. I’m done.”
“Done with what?”
“With us. With this. I can’t deal with you and Logan’s bullshit anymore. Take me home. From now on, we’re co-workers, and that’s it,” she said, walking toward the valet and telling them which car to bring around.
“Kenedi, I’m never going to be done with you,” I said, attempting to reach for her again. She just ended up putting more space between the two of us as we waited for the car to be brought around.
Once we were both inside, I turned her to face me, “Did you hear what I said? I’m never going to be done with you, Kenedi. You’re mine, and I’m not letting a stupid ass bitch like Logan come in between that.”
“Well, I’m done with you,” she said, snatching away and looking out of the window.
Instead of trying to force her to talk to me, I chose to let her calm down.
If I kept trying to force her to talk to me, she was just going to keep pushing me away.
Instead, I used the time it took to drive back to the house to think about how the fuck I was going to find Logan’s ass and kill her and whoever the fuck took the picture of us.
They had to have known that she was on some sneaky shit, and for that, they had to go, too.