New muttered, “Who the fuck is that?”
Kay’Lo stepped forward calm, and said, “I’m her husband, nigga.”
New’s eyes widened and he looked at me like I had betrayed the whole male population.
Before I could even get a full sentence out, Kay’Lo walked up to me and grabbed my left hand, showin’ off the big ass diamond ring I had on my finger. “She a married woman. So go on and delete that number.”
“Kay’Lo…” I said, snatchin’ my hand back while I felt anger and embarrassment.
He ignored the hell out of me and kept movin’ toward New.
New lifted his chin like he had pride to protect. “Don’t seem like she care about that if she gave it to me.”
Kay’Lo lifted his shirt just enough to show the gun in his waistband and said in a low voice, “But I do, nigga.”
I felt the blood drain from my face.
“Just, delete it,” I begged, feelin’ sick ‘cause I already knew how far Kay’Lo would take this. “Please just delete it.”
New looked between us, realized the situation wasn’t worth dyin’ for, and erased the number. He walked off with his pride bruised but his life intact.
Kay’Lo watched him leave and said, “Have a good night, my boy.”
Then he looked at me.
I rolled my eyes hard enough to fall backwards. “Why the fuck is you followin’ me?”
Sha’Nelle stared at both of us like we needed medication and climbed in the passenger seat. I shook my head and got in the car too. I ain’t say another word ‘cause my whole body was hummin’ with a mix of anger and some other shit I ain’t even wanna admit.
By the time I pulled out the damn parkin’ lot, he pulled out. When I got on the road, he was right behind me. When I turned toward the mansion, he turned too. When I parked in the driveway, he parked right next to me.
Sha’Nelle hopped out and walked inside without a single word. She knew better than to get in the middle of this.
I slammed the car door, marched toward the front steps, and Kay’Lo followed close enough for me to feel his heat behind me. When I got to the door, I stopped and turned around, and his tall fine ass damn near ran into me.
He smelled stupid good. His cologne was warm and masculine and expensive, and his presence felt like a damn magnet pullin’ me in even though I was tryna push him out.
“You gon’ have to chill on the bullshit,” I said, keepin’ my voice even.
He stepped in, lettin’ his breath touch my neck like he was doin’ it on purpose. “We agreed we wasn’t fuckin’ with nobody while we separated.”
I rolled my eyes so hard they almost fell out my head. “You really got some nerve sayin’ that.”
“I’m done with her,” he replied.
I glanced up at him, soft but guarded. “But the bitch been callin’ you?”
“Baby, I don’t talk to her at all. Not on no level. That shit dead.”
He tilted his head a lil’, his eyes droppin’ to my lips then back to my eyes. “If I gave a fuck about her, you think I’ll be out here chasin’ niggas away from you and drivin’ behind you all around this island?”
My mouth went dry ‘cause he said it like it was obvious.
We got quiet for a moment, both of us breathin’ heavy energy.
“How’s therapy?” he asked, his voice soft now.
“It’s goin’ good,” I said. “I got another session in a few days.”
