Page 39 of Love's Instant Replay
At this point, Kaeden is gonna have to spend the night at my house because there’s no way I’m going to let him go home without getting another fix.
@C.EvansWins:*picture attached* Y’all should be worried about me not allowing opposing WRs to gain yardage. But here’s the headline that matters: Ain’t sh*t temporary about My woman who gives me peace… love… and support… but don’t get sh*t twisted, bringing a frown to her face will cause me to crash out. Keep that hating sh*t to a minimum. We’re good over here.
#StayMad #LoveWins
With no reservations or hesitation,I hit post on my social media with an image of Kyelle’s bare thigh thrown over mine. Feeling accomplished, I set my phone on the nightstand whilemy gaze falls to Kyelle’s sleeping face. Part of me wanted to post Kyelle’s face, but my baby is so far nestled in my side that I might expose her bare top half, and that’s a no-go. Now that Kyelle and I are back on track and my world has been recentered, silencing the naysayers and haters is imperative. The dejected expression in Kyelle’s eyes, colliding with the tears she shed, damn near ripped me in two. I often forget how cruel folks can be with my public life, but behind Ms. Ky, I’ll fuck some shit up, so these opinionated mothafuckas better tread lightly.
My phone starts vibrating like crazy, letting me know that people are reacting or responding to my post. However, I’ve said all I care to on the subject, so as long as Kyelle doesn’t kick my ass for tagging her in the post, none of their comments matter. Hearing Kyelle’s phone buzzing has a smirk forming when she begins stirring against me. It’s a workday for both of us, but the desire to keep Kyelle in my bed is heavy. Talking Kyelle into coming to my house instead of going to hers only took a second round with her legs spread on her desk. Making love to Kyelle after showing her how deep my strokes could get had been the icing on our reunited cake last night.
“Good morning,” Kyelle grumbles, snapping me out of my thoughts to see her lazy eyes peering at me.
Even with crust in both of her eyes and her disheveled hair, Kyelle is still the baddest woman I’ve ever been with.
“It is now. How are you feeling?”
“Sore and not sure I’ll be able to walk normally today. I feel like you were either making up for lost time or purposely trying to put me through the mattress last night.”
A low chuckle escapes upon seeing the deadpan gaze Kyelle is giving me, because both are true, but I’m not sure my baby can handle that confirmation.
“See, what had happened was?—”
“Nope, don’t even try to lie to me. From the Kegels my pearl is doing, I already know what your motive was.”
“Long as you know then.” Leaning down, I kiss her forehead, and my heart leaps in my chest from the small gesture.
Damn, I’m really in love with this woman.
Continuous buzzing from Kyelle’s phone has her shifting to grab her phone from the table on her side of the bed. I shift so I’m lying flat and cross my arms behind my head while waiting for Kyelle’s reaction. When a gasp escapes her mouth, a wry smile forms as I begin a silent countdown.Five, . . . four, . . . three, . . . two, . . .
“Oh my God! You posted me on social media.” The statement is rhetorical since she’s staring with bulging eyes at her phone, confirming my actions.
Silence bounces around the room as I give Kyelle time to digest what I’ve done to end the negative press about our relationship. Contrary to popular opinion, I’m not the reckless man social media is trying to make me out to be. The women between Meshay and Kyelle are nameless individuals I wasted time trying to repair the lonely nights Meshay’s rejection caused. Since each of the women left with no complaints, I don’t feel bad, nor did I ever sulk about the temporary placeholder they provided. Yet, that’s not my agenda with Kyelle, nor has it ever been. From the first day I met Kyelle, I knew my life would forever be different. Random women can never or will never get that type of reaction from me.
“Kaeden.” Kyelle whispers my name, snapping me out of my thoughts as my eyes land on her eyes shining with a spark of some undefinable emotion.
“I make no apologies for handling shit my way. The idiocy of others caused me to suffer for nearly two days. I ain’t beat for silence between us. I will never tolerate the beauty of what we’re creating and building to be tainted by narrow-minded people.Fuck them and their opinions. They’re lucky I didn’t want to be banned or have you kicking my ass, or I would have shown them why you will never be temporary.” My last statement is edgier than the previous ones as my jaw ticks at the reminder of what people almost caused to happen.
While I didn’t try to stop or change Meshay’s mind about walking out on me, I will never be that passive where Kyelle is concerned. My heart knows the difference between settling and lifetime commitments, so I will always chase Kyelle’s ass if I have to.
“Well, thank you for at least keeping your response civil,” Kyelle says.
“For now. The next time, I’m gonna go to hell, so hopefully they keep shit cute, because your man don’t play about you.”
“Ooh. I can definitely get with all that.”
“Good. Let me give you a proper wake up. I need to wear your nectar to practice.”
“What about Mica?” Kyelle’s eyes shift to the closed and locked door like Cupcake is standing on the other side.
“She should be getting ready for school. If you hurry, I’ll be able to put you back to sleep and have time to see her off.”
“You’re such a bad daddy.”
“Mhm. I’m about to show you just how bad I can be too. Climb up here and stretch those thick thighs over my face. I need a proper breakfast, and time’s ticking.”
That Evening . . .
“How do you think Mica feels about her mother’s absence? Does she ever mention her?” Kyelle whispers with her eyes on Mica who’s coloring while a kids’ movie is playing on the TV.
