“But it’s not about the money for me, if you must know. I just like wining and dining you. Anything that puts a smile on your face, no matter the cost.”
“I guess. But if you’re doing all this wining and dining because you want some pussy, it’s already going to be yours tonight,” she said, smirking as she kissed my cheek.
“I already know that,” I said, pulling her into me as we walked up to the hostess booth.
“Hello, do you two have a reservation tonight?”
“Yeah, you should have two for Hill,” I said.
“Yep, I got you right here. Please follow me,” she said, coming around the booth and leading the way.
She was putting way too much switch into her nonexistent ass hips, but I wasn’t going to say shit. She didn’t have a chance in hell with me, so she was doing all that shit for nothing.
“I’m going to go to the restroom to wash my hands,” Kenedi said, smiling as she got up and headed toward the back of the restaurant. The entire walk there, I watched her like a hawk. I needed to make sure she was good at all times.
“Mr. Hill, what can I get you to drink?” The waitress asked, rubbing my shoulder and biting her lip.
“Bitch, why the fuck are you touching me, and you know I’m here with my girl? As a matter of fact, why are you touching me at all? Get the fuck away from me.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that was your girl. The news said that you were with Logan Peters. And I know from the pictures that wasn’t her. So, I thought that you liked to keep a few of us on your roster.”
“What news?” I asked, raising my eyebrow. I ignored the roster part because even if I did, her ass would never make that fucking list.
Turning around, she pointed to the TV they had at the bar. Sure enough, there was the picture of Logan and me that whoever the fuck she had with her had to have snapped the other day when we were in my driveway. The headline said, “Dallas’ New Power Couple,” and I needed that shit taken down immediately. Even if there was no Kenedi in my life, I still didn’t want the world thinking that bitch belonged to me.
“What the fuck is going on, Sincere?” Kenedi asked, standing in front of me with tears in her eyes.
Jumping up, I tried to grab her arm, but she pulled back from me. “Don’t you fucking touch me! I can’t believe I thought youwould’ve been any fucking different than the rest of these lyin’ ass niggas!”
As she stormed back toward the front of the restaurant, I was on her heels. She was going to at least give me a second to fucking explain what was going on. I knew the shit looked bad, so I wasn’t even tripping on her reaction. If the tables were turned, I was sure that I’d have a very similar reaction to hers.
“Bae, you gotta let me explain. I promise this shit isn’t what you think it is.”
“So, I don’t think your ex-girlfriend, or whatever the fuck you want to call her, was at your house the other day, kissing you, and you said nothing to me about it? Is that what I’m not supposed to believe? And before you lie, you had that same outfit on when I FaceTimed you. I thought you were taking care of business, but I guess that shit was a lie, too.”
“No, it wasn’t a lie. She showed up at the house, and when I was telling her to leave, her stupid ass jumped up and kissed me. She had someone there to take pictures, and that’s how they got that shit.”
“You know how crazy that shit sounds?”
“Yeah, but it’s the truth.”
“So why didn’t you tell me about it? I would’ve told you if Ray popped up and kissed me. I would’ve definitely told you if someone got a picture of it. You didn’t think that she was planning to do something with the picture? If that’s what really happened.”
“I honestly let the shit slip my mind.”
“Whatever. Take me home, Sincere. I’m done.”
“Done with what?”
“With us. With this. I can’t deal with you and Logan’s bullshit anymore. Take me home. From now on, we’re co-workers, and that’s it,” she said, walking toward the valet and telling them which car to bring around.
“Kenedi, I’m never going to be done with you,” I said, attempting to reach for her again. She just ended up putting more space between the two of us as we waited for the car to be brought around.
Once we were both inside, I turned her to face me, “Did you hear what I said? I’m never going to be done with you, Kenedi. You’re mine, and I’m not letting a stupid ass bitch like Logan come in between that.”
“Well, I’m done with you,” she said, snatching away and looking out of the window.
Instead of trying to force her to talk to me, I chose to let her calm down. If I kept trying to force her to talk to me, she was just going to keep pushing me away. Instead, I used the time it took to drive back to the house to think about how the fuck I was going to find Logan’s ass and kill her and whoever the fuck took the picture of us. They had to have known that she was on some sneaky shit, and for that, they had to go, too.
