“Boyfriend beat yo ass. That’s what he gone do.”
“Kasra, please.” Yanna was a fit of giggles because Kas was dead serious. Though she’d never voice it aloud, she adored how stingy he was with her. He wanted to be the only man to make her feel good, even if it was something as simple as getting herfeet scrubbed. “No, he is not my boyfriend, and yes he pay for nails.”
At that, Kas turned to Yanna, face filled with fury. “For real?”
“What?”
“Fuck I tell you ‘bout that?”
“About what?”
“He is not my boyfriend, you love screaming that shit.”
“Did I lie?” She questioned with a raised brow. Kas glared at her for a bit longer before turning in his seat. “Kas.” She reached out and tried to touch his arm, but he snatched it away.
“Don’t touch me. I ain’t yo’ nigga.”
“I know you’re not mad.”
“Stop talking to me, Jaiyanna.”
Kas pulled his phone and AirPods from his pocket, drowning Yanna out by listening to a few beats he’d made over the past few months. He remained silent throughout the rest of the appointment, and when they were finished, he paid and exited. Still refusing to say anything to Yanna. He was tired of her always screaming he wasn’t her man when all he tried to do was show her why he should be.
Kas entered his house, not bothering to wait for Yanna to enter. He closed the door and tossed his keys on the side table. Seconds later, Yanna burst through the door then slammed it closed.
“Why would you shut the door in my face? What the hell is wrong with you?”
“It trip me out how you always doing some shit then act like you don’t know what the hell is going on.”
“If I knew, I wouldn’t ask. You just got a pissy ass attitude out of nowhere and started ignoring me. And I know your ass heard me ask you to stop for food.”
“That’s some shit a boyfriend should be doing.”
“Wow, that’s what you’re mad about?”
“Fucking right, that’s what I’m mad about.”
“I mean, you act like I said something that wasn’t true.”
“Ight, Jaiyanna. You keep saying that shit, and I’mma start believing it.”
“Maybe you should.”
“What the fuck is yo’ problem? Why you always acting like you scared to let a nigga love you? Do yo traumas really run that deep?”
“You know what, I’m not doing this with you.” Yanna affirmed, moving to grab her keys she’d left on the coffee table, but Kas was once again able to grab them before she could. “Really? This again?”
“You really trying to leave right now?”
“Yea, I am. Give me my damn keys.”
Kas scoffed, looking at Yanna like he was surprised by her actions, but he shouldn’t have been. She’d been acting like this since the very first time he messed up. Kas had done all he could to make up for the things he’d done in the past; now he was tired. “Ight, take yo ass on then,” he conceded, tossing her keys back to her.
Yanna caught her keys before they hit the floor, shock keeping her from moving immediately. She was so used to Kas doing the most to keep her in his presence. Sending her on her way was something new, and it low key hurt her feelings. Deep down, Yanna knew she deserved it. A woman with more emotional intelligence would’ve stayed, attempted to talk out the problem, but not Yanna. She snatched up her purse and made her way to the door, knowing she was pushing Kas away. If onlyshe knew how right she was, perhaps she’d try to get over her illusory feelings and try to make things right. At that point, Kas was just about over her shit. Yanna couldn’t help but wonder how long it would be until Kas completely gave up on her.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
It seemed like the more Yanna worked for WCMG and helped Troi prepare for the wedding, the less sleep she got. Add in her constant circles with Kas, and she was asleep on her feet. It had been two days since Kas practically threw her out of his house, and she’d done nothing but work thereafter. She was in desperate need of a good bottle of wine and her bed, but that would have to wait until after the dinner date she wasn’t at all looking forward to. Pulling down her skirt so that it reached her knees, she approached the maître d’s podium insideBook Bindersrestaurant in Tobacco Row.
