No. Calm down. Just ask him.
I stood frozen, holding the key while the shower turned off behind the bathroom door. A second later, Kairo walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Kairo.”
He looked up. “Yeah?”
I swallowed. “Were you with your brother when you left the house?”
“Yeah,” he said, grabbing clothes from the dresser. “Went to Ma’s, chilled with Kordai. That’s it.”
“So… you didn’t go anywhere else?”
He paused, finally noticing my tone. “No. Why? What’s up?”
I turned slowly and held the hotel key up between my fingers. “Well… why was this in your pocket?”
The change in his face was immediate. His eyes widened. His hands lifted instinctively.
“Baby, let me explain. It’s not what you think—”
The exact words I had said. The exact words that meant everything was what it looked like. Something inside me snapped.
I threw the key at his chest. “I’m so stupid.” My voice cracked as tears spilled down my face.
“I knew you would do this to me. That’s what men do, right? You just had to get your revenge.”
“Khloe—”
“Fuck you, Kairo!” I said, shaking. “And I mean that.”
I didn’t wait for another word.I ran out of the bedroom. down the stairs, and out of the house crying so hard I could barely see where I was going.
I barely remembered getting into the car. My hands were shaking so bad I dropped the keys twice. Tears blurred everything in front of me. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think.
I grabbed my phone and hit Coffee’s name.
Coffee answered and heard me crying. “What the fuck is going on?”
Her voice was already alert.
“Did you leave town yet?” I cried.
“I just got on the highway,” she said. “Do I need to turn around?”
For a split second I wanted to say yes. I wanted her there with me, but I knew that she had responsibilities that she needed to get back to.
“No… keep going.”
“Khloe… talk to me.”
My chest caved in. “Kairo came home… he wanted to talk… and then he got in the shower and I found a hotel key in his pocket.”
The words broke apart as I spoke them. “He cheated, Coffee. He went and got his revenge.”
I heard her tires screeched through the phone and horns blared. And when she spoke again, her voice was different. It was more like the attorney Coffee.
“Khloe,” she said slowly, “pull your car over.”
