Page 76 of When Love Takes Over
“Umm, thanks.”
I rushed up the driveway to the side entrance and let myself inside. Kenzo was waiting for me at the door with an agitated expression.
“Give me your phone,” he demanded.
“What?”
“Your phone, Malyah.”
I gave him my phone and headed to the bathroom to relieve my bladder.
“The code, Malyah?”
“It’s my birthday.”
We’d learned of each other’s birthdays when we completed the marriage license, but I’d be surprised if he’d committed mine to memory.
After I used the bathroom, I returned to the living room to find him on the couch, looking at my phone screen while frowning. I stood in front of him with my arms folded across my chest. He wasn’t the only one with an attitude.
“So, your phone is working fine, and you chose to ignore my calls and texts,” he stated.
“I figured you wanted to talk about your mom, and I didn’t feel like it.”
“You couldn’t answer the phone and say that?”
I shrugged. “I guess not. Can I have my phone now?”
“When I got home and you weren’t here, I thought something had happened to you.”
“As you can see, I’m fine. I was hungry and had breakfast at a nearby restaurant before calling an Uber. I didn’t think it was necessary for me to report that.”
“Aye, I ain’t done shit for you to be giving me this energy. What’s your problem?”
“You think I have a problem because I didn’t tell you I was eating breakfast?”
“As your husband, I always want to know where you are. Is something wrong with that?”
“I’ve never had to report to anyone, so I’ll try to remember that in the future.”
“I left work to make sure you were okay.”
“That wasn’t necessary, so if you need to head back, I understand.”
“We should probably talk,” he suggested.
“There’s really nothing to talk about. Can I have my phone now?” I asked again since he’d ignored me the first time.
He placed my phone in my awaiting hand, and before I could pull it away, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me on top of him. Somehow, I ended up straddling his lap, but before he could lock his hands behind me and force me to stay, I swung my leg over his and sat next to him.
“Oh, it’s like that?” he questioned, but I ignored his statement.
“If you have something you want to tell me, I’ll listen, but I’ve already said everything I needed to say.”
“You don’t have any questions about Callie?”
“Is there something you want to tell me about Callie?”
After Malyah toldme about the stunt my mother had pulled, my first instinct was to call her and give her hell. Luckily, my assistant interrupted me, and I had to take an important call. By the time the call ended, I’d calmed down and decided talking to her now wouldn’t end well, and a different approach was needed.
