Page 19 of I Found Love

When we got to the crib, she ran right in to get Nairobi who was happy as shit to see her mother. She stayed under her the entire time we ate and shit, which was shocking because usually she would rather have me feed her. I was gon’ remember the disloyalty later when she wanted some shit her mama said she couldn’t have.

After we ate, the three of us chilled in the theater room where we watched a movie with Nai until she knocked out again. We took her to her room once she was good and sleep then went toour own where we showered together. I couldn’t keep my hands off her ass. I was already clingy as shit before now, but her ass being gone had my shit on ten.

“What did you do while I was gone?” She moaned, moving her head to the side, giving me more access to suck on her neck.

“Chilled with Nai.” I mumbled, getting right back to it.

“Jionne told me that you came by the studio.”

I pulled back and looked down at her. “Since when you be talkin’ to Jionne’s ass?”

She shrugged, turning underneath the water some. “I was asking if she was bringing a plus one to the wedding.”

“And she just so happened to be tellin’ you my moves?” I frowned.

Kenya knowing my whereabouts and what I was doing wasn’t an issue. She was my girl and if she’d asked me, I would have told her. I just ain’t like Jionne watching me like that. Her ass was at The Barracks to do one thing and that was her mothafuckin’ job, assisting me.

“No, you had just left, Sanchez, so she mentioned it.” Her pretty face twisted into a frown as she glared up at me. “Was you being there supposed to be a secret or something?”

“No.” I barked. “Don’t start that, I was just asking you a question.”

“Well, I was too.” She nudged me out of the way so that she could get out of the shower.

Sighing heavily, I shut the water off and followed her, grabbing a towel on the way out of the bathroom.

“Baby…”

“I’m going to take a nap, Sanchez.”

“Come here.” I gently grabbed her and pulled her in my direction, into my lap. “My bad, love. You know I don’t give a fuck about you knowing where I’m at and shit.”

Her eyes danced around mine for a second. “I thought you said you were off until we got back from St. Maarten.”

St. Maarten was where we decided to honeymoon. She had gone down a rabbit hole on Cliqued, watching what seemed like a thousand videos and bugging the fuck out of me, although I told her we could go wherever she wanted, until I finally agreed. She always wanted me to hear me say that I wanted to do whatever the fuckshewanted to do –twicebecause that shit was implied before she asked.

“I did, but Jionne hit me up, telling me Coya was being insubordinate and shit, so I had to go holla at her.”

“Insubordinate?” She frowned. “What did that bitch do?”

“Refused to record.” I sighed. “Talkin’ about she needed to speak with me first.”

“So she was trying to like blackmail you?” She snapped.

Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her in closer, kissing her lips.

“Baby, that’s not blackmail, but she was tryin’ to flex her muscles or some shit with Jionne. She tightened up when I pushed up though.”

“What the hell did she want?”

“It don’t even matter for real because I got it straight.”

I tried kissing her again, but she pushed back.

“No, tell me.”

“It don’t matter, Kenya.” I sighed. “Shit is water under the bridge.”

“So it’s something that’s going to piss me off.”

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