Kay’Lo was wrapping the inside of some luxury SUV with that glossy automotive wrap they use to change the color of the panels. His hands were quick and confident, smoothing the material like he’d been doing this his whole life. His voice came low as he explained the process to whoever was filming, and that little half smirk pulled at his mouth when he finished the panel clean.
“This nigga build cars, too?” I whispered, damn near impressed. “I didn’t know he really worked.”
“Told you he fine,” Dream said. “Scroll, girl.”
And I did.
Video after video was of him in dark shades, a blunt in his mouth and expensive watches on his wrist while he stood next to celebrities and big money niggas who brought their cars to his shop. They dapped him up, thanked him and posed with him. He looked like the man everybody needed.
I felt something warm crawl up my chest.
Kay’Lo wasn’t just some fine nigga with good dick. He was a whole boss.
And that made him even more irresistible.
“Oop,” Dream said suddenly. “Found his personal page.”
My heart kicked. “Send it.”
She did. I clicked the link and the first thing I saw was him and a woman.
Then another picture of them. Then another. Then twenty more.
The captions were long, and written like he really meant every word. He talked about how she held him down. How she changed his life. How she loved him and all his craziness and he would die behind her.
Die behind this bitch? Like, really? Was it that damn deep?
And she was dark-skinned with an ugly ass red wig and a regular face that looked nothing like me. To put it plainly, the bitch was a ghetto mess.
“Bitch,” I breathed, staring at the screen.
“What?” Dream said.
I screenshotted it and sent it to her.
It took her two seconds.
“Oh… wow.”
There was a stretch of silence before Dream added, “I see why he not with her though. The bitch look rough, and not somebody he would even look twice at. Bitch, you look way better than that.”
I laughed even though something weird pinched at me.
“That’s the wife? He all out here worshiping her.”
“And now he in your bed,” Dream said. “Which tell you everything.”
But it didn’t. Not all the way.
Because the more I scrolled, the more I saw how hard he had loved her. His arm was around her waist in every picture with his face buried in her neck. They had smiles that looked too real.
Something sharp twisted inside me and I couldn’t even name it, because it felt like jealousy mixed with curiosity and a hit of straight competition all running together in a way that made me feel off and my mind spinning.
I sat back in my seat and let the feeling settle because clearly, Kay’Lo wasn’t the type to love lightly. If he ever gave his heart to somebody, that woman meant something to him.
Which only made me more determined.
If she had him once, that meant I could take him, and this time he wouldn’t be going back.
