“Kelton…I’m waiting.”
“Because mama…”
“Because?”
“I’m gonna marry that girl someday.”
My mother had gone shock white from my confession. She’d shaken her head. “Oh Kelton. Did you want her attention?”
I’d nodded like a fool. “She wouldn’t play with me mama. She only wanted to play with the girls and not me.”
My mama had offered a smile. “Maybe, you should try being her friend, sweetheart.”
She took my hand and we walked to the car.
“Besides, Kelton. You’re too young to get married just yet.”
Slipping out of the memory, I laughed at myself.
Of course, I’d wanted to make a bride out of Silver at six years old. She’d been beautiful. She still was.
Getting out of the car, I strutted up to the front of the club.Noirwas waiting and I needed a drink to keep the memories at bay.
Chapter5
Silver
Instagram was going to be the bane of my existence. One week after watching the Knights clobber the Lions, I’d been mindlessly scrolling along whenMessy Mandy’sass broke the internet. I knew it was click bait but I couldn’t help myself.
Kelton Kline had a sex tape and there were comments going off the charts. The caption stated that Killa Kelton had a sex tape from his college days.
“Oh my god.” I murmured out loud my mouth slightly hanging agape. A feeling of thankfulness settled over me that I was in my own private office as I looked around. My eyes raked over the comments section taking them all in.
Damn is that what’s he’s working with?
His baby mama gotta be the happiest woman on earth.
I couldn’t take it anymore, and I exited out of my work computer, picked up my cellphone. I knew what Kelton’s dick looked like up close and personal.Hewas seared into my brain and I had used him as spank bank material for weeks.
I waved at security as I pushed through the clear doors. My pace quickened as my heels clicked against the pavement sounding almost as if there was a song to my steps. A little breeze hinting at fall wafted over me and a shiver slid along my body.
With a deep breath I slid behind the wheel of my old gray Ford Explorer I called Tabby. She was a little worn at over almost twenty years old but she still drove like a dream. In fact, I’d driven the SUV all the way from Houston and never had a problem.
Taking a deep breath and looking around, I opened up the Instagram app once more and steered back towards the Messy Mandy page that had already been updated with more celebrity gossip.
Finally, I found what I was looking for. There wasn’t a video on Mandy’s Instagram but instead photographic stills of the video themselves. Clicking through them, I noticed the stills were blurry and you couldn’t tell much else about what was happening without seeing the video. It appeared to be Kelton and a dark haired girl whose back was to the camera, her identity hidden away.
“Where the fuck is the video?” I knew most of the people in Kelton’s friend group back then.
I had no idea why I wanted to know who this girl was so damn bad, but I did. There was a feeling forming in the pit of my stomach; I needed to know even though this had happened nearly ten years ago.
A rap on my window brought me back to my surroundings. Looking up, I found my assistant standing there looking lost.
Rolling the window down, I offered her a smile. “What’s the matter?”
“I need to leave work. Remember I was looking for an apartment?”
“I do, did you find something?”
