I had just got out of bed, still rubbin’ sleep out my eyes with my hair a mess and body heavy when I reached for the door like it was any other mornin’. The second I pulled it open, two big ass security guards was standin’ right there like statues.
I frowned, lookin’ at both of them. “What’s goin on’? Where my husband?”
Neither of them moved but just stood there like I ain’t even say shit, so I stepped forward anyway, expectin’ them to get the fuck out my way.
One of them lifted his arm just enough to block me, like he already knew how this was about to go. “Mrs. Mensah, you can’t leave the room.”
I blinked at him slow, my attitude shiftin’ quick. “What you mean I can’t leave the room? Where is my husband?”
“Mr. Mensah gave instructions for us to stay posted here and make sure you remain inside.”
I frowned harder, my hand goin’ straight to my stomach when My’Love shifted, like she felt my energy already. “What the fuck you mean he gave you instructions? What does that even mean?”
They ain’t say nothin’ but just continued to stand there like they was trained not to blink.
I sucked my teeth, rubbin’ my belly slow, tryna keep my composure but feelin’ myself gettin’ more pissed by the second. “No, I’m not doin’ this. Move.”
I tried to slide past again, but they shifted just enough to keep me right where I was. That’s when my confusion started turnin’ into somethin’ else.
“Y’all got me fucked up,” I muttered, shakin’ my head. “I don’t know what type of shit this is, but I’m not standin’ here like this all day.”
They stayed exactly where they was, and that’s when the realization started settlin’ in, slow and ugly.
I turned around, grabbed my phone off the bed, and called Kay’Lo, my patience already gone.
He answered like everything was normal. “Wussup, baby?”
“Kay’Lo baby… Why is security outside our room door tellin’ me I can’t leave?”
“I’m out right now,” he said, like that was supposed to smooth shit over.
“I don’t care,” I shot back. “Why am I bein’ watched like this?”
His tone dropped just enough to let me know he was serious. “Toni… you know why.”
I froze for a second, my jaw tightenin’. “Kay’Lo, you cannot be serious right now.”
“I’m dead serious,” he said with no hesitation or softness.
A bitter laugh slipped out of me. “So, I’m locked in a room now? That’s what you decided?”
“You not locked in,” he said, but his voice was firm as hell. “You bein’ watched, and it’s for a reason.”
“I don’t understand what you doin’ right now,” I said, my voice tighter now, my hand still restin’ on my stomach while My’Love shifted again.
“I’m doin’ what I gotta do,” he cut in, calm but firm, like he already made his mind up before I even called. “You movin’ a lil’ wild right now, baby, and I can’t have that.”
My brows pulled together. “Wild? Kay’Lo, what are you?—”
“I’m not about to play with this shit. You carryin’ my baby, you about to have her any day now, and you… you slippery.”
I went still, tryna process all this shit…
“Soon as I think I got you situated and put up,” he went on, his voice smooth but tight, “you slippin’ through my hands doin’ whatever you feel like doin’. I gotta break you out of this shit before it gets worse.”
“Kay’Lo…” I said, my voice softer now, but still confused. “So, what? I can’t even step out the room?”
“I’m sayin’ you sittin’ yo’ ass still,” he said, simple as that. “If you need anything, it’s gon’ get handled, but you gon’ stay in the room ’til I get back.”
