“Well, I have. Now, you’re starting to blow my buzz, so I’m going to need you to go.”
Instead of getting his ass up and walking away, he scooted his chair closer to me and replied, “Ken, I’m never, and I mean never, going to let up on you. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, and none of this shit is worth a damn thing if I don’t have you. I fucked up, and as a man, I own that. But, I know in my heart that you’re going to forgive me one day, and I’m going to be around waiting until you do.”
A weaker bitch might’ve fallen for his little speech and puppy dog eyes, but I wasn’t her. Besides, it was hard to believe anything he said when his ass was hugging, kissing, and doing only God knew what else with any bitch that crossed his path on a damn daily basis. If he meant anything he was saying, his ass would’ve been at home being on his best behavior, but nope, he was living the single and free lifestyle. And, if he really cared about saving us, instead of me having to fight the media alone for some shit that he had caused, he would’ve stepped up and handled it. But nope, he sat back and watched as I handled the shit on my own.
So again, I didn’t believe a damn thing he was saying. However, I’d heard through my connections that his new publicist was Logan, and I knew for a fact that bitch wasn’t going to tell him to own up to shit and take responsibility for what he’d done to make me act the way I had. She probably was the one telling him to do the shit he was doing, to make it seem like we weren’t that serious, and I was just a crazy bitch. However, at the end of the day, he was a grown man who knew right from wrong. So, I wasn’t going to put shit on her grimy ass. This was all on him.
“Just go, Ray. I’m done talking about this and to you. Have a nice life,” I said, folding my arms.
“No, I’m not leaving until you talk to me, Ken,” he said, grabbing my arm and making me face him again. It wasn’t hard,but I still didn’t want his ass to be touching me as though I belonged to him.
“Aye, I think she asked you to leave, my nigga,” I heard Sincere’s voice behind me, and that was the last thing that I needed right now.
I didn’t want him to think I was out here getting into trouble again. One of the key clauses in my contract was that I couldn’t get into any more trouble. I honestly really wanted to uphold that part of my contract, too. And it wasn’t just so that I could keep my job. I really didn’t want to continue showing up as the woman that the media was trying to paint me out to be.
EIGHT
SINCERE
I wasn’tsure what pulled me over to Kenedi, but there I was, standing in front of her, daring her ex-nigga to do something stupid. I’d overheard their conversation as I stood with my back to them, and after hearing her repeatedly ask his ass to get the fuck up and keep it moving, I knew it was time for me to step in. I had no doubt that she could handle him by herself, but since I was there, I thought it would be best for me to step in and help her out. The last time she took matters into her own hands and dealt with his ass, she damn near caught a case.
“And just who the fuck are you, nigga?” He asked, letting her arm go and turning his attention to me.
“That doesn’t really fucking matter. Now, as I already said, she asked you to move the fuck around, so get the fuck up and do that,” I said, leaning against the bar with my drink still in my hand.
“And what if I don’t want to, nigga? Do you know who the fuck I am?” He asked, standing up next to the table. That nigga didn’t take a step toward me, and I knew something in his head was telling him that wouldn’t be a great idea for him.
“Yeah, I do actually. The problem here is that you don’t know who the fuck I am,” I said, shrugging.
As he went to inch closer, I could see the worry in Kenedi’s eyes. I wasn’t sure if she was more afraid for me or him. I was hoping it was him because she didn’t have shit to worry about when it came to me.
Her ex-nigga liked to play tough and as though he was about that life, but me, on the other hand, I was really about that life. Now, the nigga could leave peacefully and live to fight someone else another day, or I could end that nigga’s career before he truly got to enjoy being in his prime. The choice was ultimately up to him, and I was honestly okay with it going either way.
“Aye, man, do you know who that is?” One of his friends, I was assuming that was who the nigga was, came up and asked.
“I don’t give a fuck who this nigga is. He’s coming between my girl and me,” he barked, getting the attention of everyone in the room.
“Nigga, trust me, those are not the kind of problems that you want. Come on, trust me, that’s not the move,” the man said, pulling him away.
“Oh my God, people are going to have this shit on social media within the hour,” Kenedi cried, grabbing her things and standing from the table.
She didn’t get too far before she stumbled, and I caught her. As her head rested on my chest, I looked down into her tear-filled eyes. She looked as though she wanted to be anywhere but here, so I knew it was time to get her home. As I helped her gather her things and wrapped my hand around her waist to guide her to the front, someone tapped my shoulder. I could tell from the light touch that it was a woman, so I knew it wasn’t a threat.
“Uh, and where the hell are you going with my friend, huh?”
“It’s okay, friend. This is my boss we were talking about. He’s just helping me get out to my car,” Kenedi slurred. I thought she would’ve recognized me from the last time I saw them at the club, but apparently not.
“I’m not helping you get out to no damn car. You’re in no condition to drive,” I said to Kenedi before turning my attention to her friend. “I’m taking her home. You got a ride home, or you need one, too?”
“No, I’m good. I didn’t drink nearly as much as she did.”
“Okay, cool. Well, since she’s leaving, you gotta go to. I know she wouldn’t want me to leave you here by yourself. So, you got your stuff?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, saluting me as she laughed and led the way out of the bar.
“I guess I’ll get up with you later, huh, nigga?” Johari asked as he met us at the exit.
“Yeah, I’m going to make sure she gets home safely, and then I’m going to head home myself. I’ll get up with you later,” I said, dapping him up and leading a still wobbly Kenedi out to my car.