Swallowing down another laugh, I knew she was beyond irritated, and I hated that she was. We were at Jah’s 32ndbirthday bash, and Ken had gone all out to celebrate her husband. Her focus should’ve been on him, but she had been tracking my and Xy’s movements for the better part of the night.
She didn’t even speak to him when we arrived in true Makenna fashion. If she didn’t fuck with you then she didn’t fuck with you, and she didn’t mind you knowing it either. She ain’t do all that fake shit, which was one of the things I loved the most about her. I just wished there was a way I could dissolve the tension so that we could all get along.
“You tryna light up?” Jah asked Xy after walking over to us with a blunt gripped in his fingers.
“Hell yeah,” Xy slid off the barstool, kissing me on the lips in the process. “I’ll be right back, Angel. You good?”
“Yes.”
“Aight. Call me if you need me. Dean in here too though,” he informed me as if I didn’t already know his bodyguard was keeping tabs on me.
I nodded and after one more stolen kiss, him and Jah headed towards the stairs that led to the rooftop. It seemed like it was five seconds between when they walked away and Ken was placing her thick ass on the stool X had just occupied.
“I’ve been holding down vomit all night,” she whispered, her eyes darting around the room.
“Why? Are you okay?” My eyes swelled a little. “Are you pregnant?!”
“Bitch, no! The sight of you and Xy literally makes me want to throw up!”
I bust out laughing so loud that a few heads turned in our direction. “Ken, what is wrong with you?”
“The question is, what’s wrong withyou?” She giggled and rolled her eyes before taking a long sip from her drink. “And why that nigga acting like y’all just met a month ago? All this PDA got my stomach upset.”
“Stop,” I said, still laughing. “You know how he is. He’salwaysbeen touchy feely in public and in private.”
“Keep it private, gahdammit!” She chastised with a grin.
“I love you, man,” my abs were starting to feel the effects of Ken’s jokes.
She pinched my neck like she always did when she was teasing me. “I love you too, baby boo. You know what I would love even more?”
“Don’t start. Tonight is about Jah,” I gave her a warning look, but I already knew she was gon’ keep talking anyway.
“I wouldreallylove if, for one calendar year, Xyleek Chambers kept you, Rahdreka Lombardo, genuinely happy. No chaos, no drama, no other women, just pure happiness. For a whole year. If he could do that, then I’d believe he’s serious about you this time.”
“A year is a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”
“Dramaticcccc? It’s dramatic for me to want the man who claims to love you with all of his heart, money, and diamonds to do right by you for ayear? I mean shit, I would hope the nigga does right for the rest of y’all’s lives. I’m starting with a year to be nice.”
I playfully rolled my eyes, avoiding her gaze because I knew she was expecting a response from me. I didn’t know what to say though. My eyes locked on a woman who was staring dead at me on the other side of the bar. Turning to see if there was anyone behind me that she could’ve been looking at, I realized there wasn’t. When I looked at her again, she was still staring directly at me.
“D!” Ken snapped her fingers in front of my face, breaking me and ol’ girl’s stare off.
“Yes?” My eyes shifted to Ken.
“I said who is that?” Her head tilted towards the woman who was staring.
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen her before.”
Ken’s eyes squinted before she hopped off the barstool with her drink in hand. Knowing exactly where she was going, I followed behind her, pushing through the sea of people that’d packed out the lounge for Jah. On the way to the other side of the bar, I tried to see if Jah and Xy had come back in yet, but they hadn’t. I knew Ken like the back of my hand, and if the staring shorty didn’t say the right shit, Ken was gon’ use the glass in her hand as a weapon.
“You cool?” Kenna stood to the side of the woman.
The woman’s cheeks turned red as her head slowly turned side to side to look at us. “Yes. I’m so sorry for staring, Rahdreka,” she stuck her hand out in my direction. “I’m Cassie. I work for The Quiet Storm.”
The Quiet Storm was one of those blog sites that was very similar to The Shade Room. They posted a bunch of shit about celebrities, some true, some not, and The Quiet Storm had donea lotof bullshit think pieces on me and Xy.
“Okayyyy…” I glanced down at her hand but didn’t shake it.
