Page 63 of Just Listen
She frowned. “Okay…I’m really trying to see where you’re going with this. You don’t want my ex around in particular? Or is this about any man in general?”
“It’s aboutthatnigga specifically, and all other niggas in general.”
Her lashes fluttered. “And you don’t think that’s a bit unrealistic?”
“What’s unrealistic about me not wanting niggas around my baby?”
She cleared her throat, as she slightly sat up. “It’s unrealistic because we’re not together, and eventually I will date.”
“Dating don’t mean that you gotta have that nigga around Khari.”
“And I totally get that. That’s why I don’t intend on letting anybody meet her, unless it’s serious.”
“But should you really be dating with such a fresh baby?”
“Nigga, what? Shouldyou?” Her lips curled.
“Nah. I really shouldn’t.”
She rolled her eyes. “Well, that sounds like a personal problem.”
“Look…I’ma leave this alone, for now. Cause I know that we’re still getting to know each other, so you don’t know nobetter yet. Cause if you really knew me, then you’d know that it’s probably best to leave them niggas wherever they’re at.”
She hooded her eyes. “You keep saying stuff like that. Are you supposed to be this bad actor that I should be scared of?”
“Nah. Ion want you to fear me. But for everybody else…hey.”
She lightly laughed. “You’re real funny.”
I maintained a straight face. “But I aint laughing.”
She rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”
“I’m serious.”
“Okay, Khamere.”
Propping a arm behind my head, I got comfortable, as I gazed at the camera.
“I guess you’re about to hold me hostage on the phone again,” she sighed.
I smirked. “Yeah, you guessed muthafuckin’ right.”
***
“Khamere.”
My eyes opened, and I found Paisley standing over me. “What’s up?” I questioned, gruffly.
She frowned. “What happened to you coming to the party?”
“My bad, baby. I overslept.”
She shook her head. “Everybody was asking about you.”
“I know. I was just tired as shit.”
“I can tell. You fell asleep with your phone in your hand.”
