Page 54 of Meraux Mafia: No Ordinary Love

“Hey,” she smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear to hide the pain that dimmed her natural beauty.

Gianni had a type- beautiful as fuck. Kyerra fit that category possessing the same dough eyes that Hailo used to suck Gi in the night they met. That was all they had in common, but Kyerra’s gingerbread skin looked as sweet as her personality.

“How have you been?”

“I’m good. What about you?” She asked, putting on a brave face as she shifted toward me.

“All these empty glasses say otherwise,” I replied, inviting myself into the seat next to her. I genuinely felt terrible for Kyerra, but that’s what happens when you pick the wrong Meraux.

“I don’t want to bore you with my problems. Besides, it’s nothing you don’t already know.” Kyerra shifted inward, narrowing her gaze as she examined my expression. “How have you been? I feel like we haven’t caught up in forever.”

“Same shit, different day,” I replied, signaling the waiter to order a drink because friends don’t let friends drink alone.

“Is there any special woman in your life?” Kyerra bounced her eyebrows while I debated on how to answer her question.

Technically there wasn’t, except the one who got away. She was never officially mine, but I wanted her to be.

“Nah, I’m a single man.”

“Hmm, yet entertaining many. That must come with the last name.”

“I’m single. What else am I supposed to do?”

“There’s a lot you could do, and I’m not talking about women,” she quickly pointed out.

“There was one girl who had my heart.”

“What happened to her?”

“I guess you could say bad timing, but she was special. The kind of woman I need to settle down with, but I haven’t met anybody after her to make me feel that way.”

“So what's stopping you?”

“Stopping me from what?”

“Going to get her. She’s not married, is she?”

“Nah, she’s not. She has a habit of falling for the wrong nigga’s.”

“Maybe God won’t let her be happy with somebody else because you guys are meant to be,” she smiled excitedly, shaking my arm, hoping to knock some sense into me. “The Tyson Meraux I knew would never give up on something he wanted so easily to something so minuscule as timing.”

“I might take your advice.”

“You should,” Kyerra smiled, exposing the ruby undertones of her chubby cheeks.

My mind knew I couldn’t have Kyerra, but it didn’t stop me from dreaming of all the ways I wished I could.

“You taking orders, or do I have to serve myself?” I asked to get Skylar’s attention. Her profile was strong and rigid from the moment I walked in. It wasn’t like her.

“I’m sorry.” Skylar paused as the words lagged out of her mouth. Her fingers were moving a mile a minute, typing on her phone. “One second.” Skylar dipped off to the back hallway.

I could see her from here running her fingers through her hair while holding her phone in the other. She was talking so fast before finally hanging up and mumbling something to herself as she walked over to me.

“Why are you at the bar with the common folks?”

I resisted the urge to reply because you’re here. I would never say that corny shit to anybody, but Skylar made me want to. She was special. Like right now, I was more focused on what had her stressed than my hunger.

“You’re trippin’.”

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