I put the knife down, grabbed her hips, and gyrated behind her like we were in the club. She looked back at me with a surprised look.
“Okay, baby. Let me find out you trying to go to the club,” she teased.
She turned around, lifting her leg in front of me. I grabbed it as she put her arms around my neck and continued to twerk.
“You know you wrong from rubbing this pussy on me like this. If you wanna get fucked in the kitchen, just say that, baby.”
Before she responded, the music stopped and was replaced by ringing.
“Saved by the bell,” she said, followed by a laugh.
“Nah. That pussy is never safe around me. Can you see who that is?”
We exchanged a kiss before she went to the other side of the kitchen, picked up my phone, and looked at the screen.
“Umm, it’s Livvy.”
Our eyes connected, and hers questioned me about my next move. Without Khiya saying a word, I knew I only had one choice.
“Answer it for me, baby.”
“She’s not calling me. You go ahead.”
The ringing stopped when Khiya connected the call. She placed the phone on the counter and then leaned against it with her arms folded.
“Wassup, Liv?”
“A better question would be what’s up with you. I haven’t heard from you in over two months, and you haven’t been responding to my texts or returning my calls.”
“I’ve been busy.”
“You’ve never been too busy to hit me back. Are we good?”
I looked at Khiya, and her brow raised as she waited for me to respond.
“Why wouldn’t we be?”
“I don’t know. The last time we met up, I said a lot, and it feels like you’re pushing me away.”
“Look, Liv. After the last time I saw you, I met someone, and?—”
“I know you fucking lying! You met someone? What the fuck do you mean, you met someone?”
“I mean just what I said. I met a woman, and things got serious real fast. Whatever me and you had going on is done.”
“Nigga, I?—”
The call ended abruptly, and music filled the space again.
“You said enough. If she can’t understand what you said, she’s dense. Block her number.”
“You got it, baby. Go ahead and block her.”
I watched as her finger swiped across my screen. Before she placed it on the counter, she asked, “Do I need to block any more of your hos?”
“Actually, yeah, but we can do that later. I know you got questions, so let’s get back to this food, and you can interrogate me while we eat.”
“This shit is good, baby,” I said before eating another forkful of food.
