“Why you think I’m gon’ be out here fucking on people, Myome?” He smiled.
“Well you’re grown, rich, and the main character in a bunch of groupies’ fantasies.”
“Yeah, well.” He shrugged and took another hit of his blunt, turning his head to blow the smoke away from me. “There’s no reason for me to be fucking on a different groupie bitch every night when I have a fine ass wife at home.”
I froze at the implication but quickly tried to school my features.
“Well you aren’t fucking me,” I snapped.
“Yet.” He grinned.
I rolled my eyes. “You’re annoying.”
“Come on. You haven’t thought about it?” he teased.
“Not since we’ve been married.” The answer just rolled out of me and I looked away nervously immediately.
“So you used to fantasize about me before we got married?” A cocky smirk took over his face.
“Before I knew you were going to be a pain in my ass.” I rolled my eyes. “But yeah, I thought you were handsome.” I reached over and ran my thumb along the side of his jaw. He grinned. “You were this big deal and you seemed so smart and cocky and just above everything else around you. It wasn’t hard to get caught up in the fantasy.”
“And then what? The real deal ain’t measure up?”
“Honestly?”
“Yeah. Honestly.”
“It’s better.” I let my hand fall away from him. “Emmett asked why I married you when it could have been anyone during any blackout and…” I didn’t finish the statement. “Niecy and dumb bitch allegations aside, I’m glad I ended up with you.”
“Me too.” Berlin reached over, grabbed my hand, and kissed my knuckle. “And just know, them lil social media comments and shit cute, but if somebody ever call you a bitch, dumb or otherwise, I’m gon’ handle that shit.”
“I believe you.”
“Good because I mean that shit. You Mrs. King. Niggas need to kiss the ring when you enter the room.” He paused. “Where is your ring?”
“In my jewelry box.”
“Don’t take it off no more after today.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay,” he repeated.
We stared at each other in silence while I tried to think carefully about my next words.
I’d missed talking to Drix every day and it wasn’t lost on me that we’d just jumped back into our regular relationship, even after my two weeks of radio silence. We just snapped back into normal and it felt nice. I didn’t want it to change.
“You look beautiful by the way,” he said softly.
“Thank you.”
“I don’t want you getting dressed to go out with other niggas or going out with other niggas at all,” he clarified.
“And I don’t want you cuddling up to bitches in the studio,” I countered.
“That shit is done then.”
“Good. Me too.”