Her eyes met mine, and the contact was soul deep. “Maybe it’s just a phase.”
I shook my head. “Don’t minimize what we feel for each other.” Leaning forward, I said, “In fact, I’m patient. As long as you promise to give us some thought. This ain’t about the fact that I wanna do shit to you that questions my sanity.” I’d skipped several plays to get to this point. She was open, though. So, I had to go big. “I want us to be together. If I had it my way, you’d never leave me and Whims.”
Her eyes bore into mine. She wanted to relent. It was right there. However, she said, “I’ll think about it. And it’s not fair bringing Whimsy into this. You know I love her.”
Pleased, I responded, “The feeling is mutual.”
Standing, she mumbled, “Good night,” then hurried off.
Good, I thought with a wry smile. I’d gotten somewhere with her. Then again, I didn’t want to ruin it with the mood I was in. Yakira had me fucked up. She wanted to bring out a nigga who’d been quiet for so long. My days of being a hothead were long gone.
Just in case I didn’t make myself clear, I shot Yakira a text.
Me:I meant what I said. Leave Sienna alone. Don’t make me be that nigga.
She didn’t respond. As long as she got the message, she could ignore me all she wanted to. If she pushed my back against the wall, she was going to hate me.
CHAPTER 15
SIENNA
ThenextmorningwhileSyn was off at practice, I cut on some holiday music and found another area of his mansion that could use a little holiday spirit. The dining room was my focus. Compared to the rest of the mansion, it dragged. I drew out my plans inside my notebook, then smiled at the diagram.
After completing Whimsy’s schedule for the morning, she and I hopped into Synder’s Cullinan and headed to the store. She and I picked out a plethora of Christmas items. Whatever made her eyes sparkle, I purchased extra quantities. By the time we made it back to the house, it was time for lunch. Whimsy and I ate a quick meal of chicken nuggets and fries. Just as Whimsy wentdown for a nap, the security monitor alerted me that someone had come through the gate.
Thinking it was Synder arriving home early, I pouted a little. I wanted to have the dining room decorated before he arrived home. The doorbell sounded, confusing me. Since it wasn’t Synder who’d arrived, I wondered who it was. He hadn’t given me heads-up that someone would be stopping by.
Glancing at the security monitor mounted to the wall inside the foyer, my eyebrows crashed together. Yakira was on the other side of the door with her hands on her hips. Taking a fortifying deep breath, I went to the door and cracked it open.
“Hi! May I help you?” I asked.
Yakira slowly dragged her eyes up and down my body.
“May I help you?” I asked after she did the same slow perusal again.
“I’m here to pick up my niece,” she informed me.
“Sorry, but Synder didn’t tell me that you’d be here to get Whimsy.”
Yakira frowned, and her head snapped back. “Are you kiddin’ me? Go get my niece ready before I smack you.”
“Smack me? That’s extreme, don’t you think?” Last night, her friend threatened to smack me, and now here she was threatening to do the same. Even if I could let Whimsy go with her, I wouldn’t.
“No! What I think is, you ‘bout to get yo’ feelings hurt if you don’t go get my niece. Matter fact, move!” Yakira attempted to push me away from the door, but I pushed her back out and closed the door in her face. Quickly, I locked it, then shook my head while she stood on the other side banging on the door.
As if I had all the time in the world, I grabbed my phone and called Synder. Although I hated to interrupt him while he was technically at work, Yakira was his blood. She was rude to me, but she was still his sister.
“Hey, baby,” Synder answered on the second ring. He sounded out of breath.
“Hey,” I replied, visualizing the sweat dripping off him. “Your sister is here to get Whimsy. Are you okay with that?”
“Shit!” he swore. “I meant to change the gate code. No, Whimsy can’t go with her. I’ll handle it, aight.?”
“Sure,” I stated just as my phone beeped. It was Big N, head of my security team. Hanging up with Synder, I took Big N’s call.
“Is it snowin’?” he asked.
“No, the weather is perfect,” I replied.
