“Khloe, wait—let me explain!”
I followed her straight out of the house, grabbing her arm.
“Baby—”
She snatched away so hard it surprised me.
“Don’t touch me,” she warned in a shaky voice.. “I’m trying my best not to go back in there and beat the fuck out of a woman I’ve respected my whole life. If you touch me again, I’ll beat the fuck out of you too.”
I froze. I knew she was angry, but she was starting to piss me off that she wasn’t even trying to see what was right in front of her.
“Khloe,” I snapped, my patience cracking, “I knew you were coming. Do you honestly think if something was really going on, I would’ve told you to come the fuck here?”
She stopped. Her shoulders shook as she turned back to me, tears finally spilling over.
“I don’t know,” she sobbed. “Maybe you wanted me to see for myself why you’re always at work. Why you’re always tired ashell when you get home. You can’t save any dick for me because you give it out all day.”
I stared at her like she had completely lost her mind.
“What?” I yelled. “Do you really think if I was cheating, I’d be fucking somebody like that? Some old-ass pussy Uncle Nate used to chase?”
The words flew out harsher than I meant, but I was spiraling too.
“That shit is damn near incest,” I added bitterly. “Ain’t shit Mrs. Nikki old nasty ass could do for me.”
“It looked like you were enjoying that shit,” Khloe snapped. “Because if it was me, I would’ve pushed her ass down immediately.”
“I didn’t even know what the fuck was going on,” I shot back. “I walked in and froze. I was two seconds away from bending her damn wrist back before you came in.”
“Kairo, don’t piss me off,” she warned, stepping closer. “So this what happens at your little viewings? Because you schedule plenty every week.”
I rubbed my hand down my face. That was a conversation I didn’t feel like having. Especially not with her yelling in a neighborhood so quiet you could hear birds moving in the trees.
“Baby,” I said, lowering my voice, “please. Not right now.”
She laughed. “Nah. Your old ass auntie bitch wanna fuck you right now, so let’s do it right now.”
“That’s enough,” I snapped. I was getting more pissed at the fact that she was acting like she didn’t know me.
“And technically, she’s your auntie too. Both our moms had us calling her that shit.”
Her face turned red so fast I thought she might actually swing on me. For a second, I wished I hadn’t said it. But then again, I didn’t give a damn because she was grilling me like I’d already been convicted.
She turned toward her car, yanking the door open before I grabbed it to keep her from slamming it shit.
“Look,” I said, trying to de-escalate the situation. “Honestly, do women come on to me at work? Yes.”
Her head snapped up. “How much?”
“Huh?”
“How much,” she demanded. “How often do these women come on to you while you’re working?”
I exhaled sharply. “Why does that even matter?”
“How many times, Kairo?”
I dragged my hands down my face again unsure on how to even answer that.
