Dream hollered. “I knew it! Soon as I saw him in that section with that leather on, I said, yeah, Echo finna act a fool tonight.”
“And I did,” I said, smiling to myself because I couldn’t hide it even if I wanted to. “Girl, he fine up close. His tattoos are crazy, his body crazy, and his stroke? God must’ve put extra time in on that man.”
Dream gasped dramatically. “You tryna make me jealous?”
“Hell yeah,” I said because I loved that she hyped me. “Cause bitch, I handled that man. I had him gripping my waist like he was scared I’d run from it. I know he thinking about me right now because ain’t no way he not.”
“Did you give him your number?” Dream said.
“Yeah. I didn’t even ask for his. I gave him mine cause I already know he gon’ hit me. Niggas like him don’t slip away from bitches like me. That’s just not how life go.”
Dream hummed like she agreed. “He look like he got money too.”
“Oh he do,” I said. “Penthouse suite, nice clothes, jewelry. It’s definitely thick ass wallet energy. You know I know how to read a man, and he the type that like to spend on a bitch he feelin’.”
“So you think he feelin’ you?”
“Dream… he gon’ fall in love with me,” I said without hesitation. “It’s only a matter of time. I can see it already. Me and him on beaches, first class trips, matching watches, me ridin’ passenger in that black car he pulled up in. Girl, my life finna get real soft.”
Dream giggled. “You sound sprung already.”
“No I’m not, but he definitely got my attention.”
We rode the moment together, me driving slow because I was replaying the entire night. Kay’Lo’s body over mine, his hands on my hips, his voice in my ear. That shit went stupid.
“Oh,” I said suddenly. “He married.”
Dream damn near choked. “Bitch, what?”
“Yeah. He told me last night. He said they separated right now, but he had a ring on. A black and gold band, real clean.”
“You still fucked him?” Dream asked, but she was laughing because she already knew the answer.
“You know damn well I did, and I slept good after. I don’t stress over nobody’s wife. Cause let’s be real… if she was really all that, he wouldn’t have been in that bed with me.”
Dream hummed. “That’s true, but damn, I wonder what she look like.”
I shrugged even though she couldn’t see it. “Kay’Lo don’t seem like the type to get with an ugly woman.”
“We need to find her.”
I smirked. “You messy as hell.”
“NEOW!” Dream screamed, and I busted out laughing.
“Fine. Type his name on IG then,” I said.
“How you spell his damn name?” Dream asked. “Is it K-A-Y-L-O? K-A-Y apostrophe L-O? K-A-E-L-O?”
“I don’t know,” I said, realizing it myself. “Try all them.”
A few minutes passed while she typed.
“Okay, I think I found him,” Dream said. “Sending it.”
My phone dinged and the link popped up. I pulled into a parking space outside a coffee shop without even thinking because the thumbnail showed a man with shades on, bent over a car interior.
I clicked the video.
