Page 33 of Kisses Behind the Spotlight

“Ask her,” I shrugged.

Noah jogged in that direction and peeked his head into the bedroom.

“Khaleesi!” He called her name.

“I’m in the shower, Noah. What are you doing here?” She shouted back.

“My mama tripping. I need to stay here for a few days. I bought you a pizza. I’mma be in the living room with your friend. Just wanted to make sure you were okay. I ain’t never seen a nigga over your place since you moved out of the apartment with Montell!”

His statement was music to my ears. I likely was the only nigga to see the inside of her bedroom and feel those nice ass pillows.

Noah closed the bedroom door and found his way back down the short hallway. I plopped down on the couch with my Gatorade and refocused on the TV.

“My bad. Needed to make sure your strange ass didn’t break in here and hurt my sister or no shit like that,” Noah detailed, taking a seat on the couch opposite me.

“I feel you. I would do the same about mine,” I admitted.

“But yeah. I be hooping. Trying to get a scholarship for college,” he expressed.

“That’s what’s up. What position you play?”

“Shooting guard. You a personal trainer or some shit? You look like you lift a lot. I need some help with my strength training.”

“Oh yeah, I got you. I thought about going the professional trainer route before opening my security company. It’ll be nice to get some experience,” I nodded.

“Khaleesi’s building has a nice gym. You wanna get a quick workout in? She takes forever in the shower. I’m supposed to be with the team doing our pre-practice workout, but I had to cut out to come chop it up with sis.”

“I’m down. I just gotta grab my shoes out of my whip,” I agreed, standing from the couch.

It had been days since I thought about working out. I was more than happy to get back in the game with Khaleesi’s little brother. So far, the lil nigga seemed cool. I might need to keep him in my pocket.

Entering the gym, I glanced around the facility. It was decent.

“Alright, since I don’t know shit about your experience in the gym and I’m just getting over the flu, this is going to be a light workout. Ion need you hurting yourself, then Khaleesi trying to fuck me up.”

Noah nodded.

“We can start with ten minutes on the bike or treadmill. Then I want to see how you move. That will help me get an idea of your strength level, form, all that good shit.”

“Alright,” he nodded, and I was happy he took directions well.

We went over to the treadmills and got started.

“You dating my sister?”

“Nah, we’re co-workers,” I clarified. That was the truth at the moment.

“So she hasn’t dated since she broke up with Montell?”

“Nah, if you want information, I’m going to need more than the promise of free personal training services,” Noah laughed. “You gon’ have to cough up some cash.”

The lil nigga was trying to hustle me, but I respected his hustle. “I got a hunnid for the info, and we can start doing weekly sessions every Sunday starting in two weeks.”

“I need more than a hundred dollars for me to tell you about my sister,” he side-eyed me.

“Alright. I got a stack for you, but I don’t have it on me. It’s upstairs. I’m good for it though,” I promised him.

Noah scanned me from head to toe. The lil motha fucka was searching for collateral.