Page 36 of Love's Instant Replay
Mica’s question has my lips twisting, and the reminder of my original plan post-practice slams into my mind. Now that Mica and I are straight, it’s time to pull up on Kyelle.
“I will. In fact, let me go ask her now. Can you promise to be good for your uncle while I’m gone?”
“Aw, man. Can I just go with you?”
My head immediately starts shaking as my mouth verbally rejects the idea. “Not this time.”
“Okay. I’ll be good for Uncle J.”
“Thank you, Cupcake.” Kissing her forehead, I nod to Jaleel before heading out of the kitchen with my thoughts and mission set on Kyelle.
“You’re welcome. I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you so much more, Cupcake.”
My vehicle is barely secure in Kyelle’s driveway an hour later, when I damn near trip over my feet getting out. Speed walking to her front door, I repeatedly push the doorbell, anxious to smooth things out with Kyelle. When Kyelle doesn’t come immediately, I knock continuously like RPD with an active warrant.
“Open the door, Ms. Ky. You’ve hidden long enough,” I thunder, not caring about anyone overhearing me.
Alternating between ringing the doorbell and knocking, I bite my lip as my jaw clenches the longer I wait for Kyelle to open the door. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I note the time,6:50 PM.
“Where the hell could she b . . .” My words trail off when I realize Kyelle might still be at her bookstore.
With renewed determination, I tap the door twice and walk off the porch, returning to my vehicle. Getting in, I sit still for a second to gather my wits to drive safely to the bookstore. The adrenaline surging through my body could cause me to run every light or run somebody off the road. Kyelle’s face flashes in my mind causing my heart to skip several beats, and an ache surges across my chest at the thought of her being mad at me.My phone vibrating shifts my focus, forcing me to look at the incoming text from Jaleel.
Jaleel:
Since you practically ran out of here, I’m assuming I’m on bedtime duty again, huh?
Me:
Good looking out, bro.
Jaleel:
Good looking out, my ass. I want a raise because pussy appointments aren’t a part of my caregiver responsibilities with your pussy-whupped ass.
Dropping my phone in the cupholder, I start my vehicle and back out of Kyelle’s driveway without answering Jaleel. If I have it my way, I’ll be eating so much pussy tonight that it’ll linger on my tongue during practice tomorrow.
“I’m coming for your pretty ass, Ms. Ky. Fuck what Undercover Room is talking about. I ain’t letting you get away from me.”
“I hateto leave you when you need me, but I’m not sure you even realize the time or the fact that you’ve been moping around all day,” Tracy says, forcing me to look up from my phone.
My emotions have been haywire all day, between reading comments from the post where Kaeden’s character was attacked and listening to his voicemail.
“Wh-what time is it?” I ask hoarsely.
The tears I have shed off and on since yesterday have my voice struggling for normalcy.
“Almost seven thirty.” Tracy rolls her eyes, causing my lips to quirk slightly.
“Are you over me or—” I leave the statement open-ended so Tracy can tell me what’s on her mind.
“You wouldn’t be in here sulking and acting like your nonexistent cat died if you would put on your big girl panties and call your man.”
“It’s not that simple. I’ve avoided his me?—”
“Girl, please. Tell the nigga you’re on your period or some shit. That stupid post should have never made you feel some type of way, especially when that’s not who he’s been toward you.”
