dead, ho he was still mines!” Kyra yelled. “He’s mine! Always has been! Always will be!”
Damn.
“Bitch, in your dead-ass dreams!” Nina said with confidence as Rick continued to push her into the car.
What the fuck? I had to laugh at all of what just went down. Ol’ King Rick got his hands full, and I was glad that it was him instead of me. You talk about drama! I did not see this one coming.
KYRA
I stood at the window, crushed, watching Rick talk to the Nina girl. It seemed so easy to me. All he had to do was leave her and come back to me. But I was anticipating him jumping into his truck and leaving me.
Who would he choose? Me or her? He had to make a decision. I wanted desperately to go out there, but Trae was at the front door guarding it. I couldn’t take this anymore; if he left, I swear I don’t know what I’m going to do.
I opened the window. “Rick, I need to talk to you. Now!”
“Bitch, what part of ‘he ain’t your man don’t you understand? Do you see this rock on my finger?” she screamed at me, head and ring hand sticking out the car window. Then she tried to get out of her truck, but Rick wouldn’t let her.
“Rick!” I yelled out again.
“Bitch, you can beg all you want! Tell her, Rick. Tell the bitch to comprehend the fact that you are coming home to me.”
Rick was trying his best to calm her down, but it wasn’t working. I knew the longer he spoke to her, the more likely he was not going back to her. Not tonight. So I remained right there, gaze locked on Rick and his gestures, but my patience was dwindling.
“Rick!” I yelled.
“Kyra, Trae said get out of the window.” Tasha came bursting into my room.
“I can’t. If I get out of the window, he’s going to leave. I don’t want him to leave. I won’t be able to handle it, Tasha!”
“Kyra, stop it! Stop talking like that! You are much stronger than that.” She came over to where I stood and grabbed my shoulders. “Girl, pull yourself together.”
“I will. Just give me a few minutes, please.” She stood there looking at me as if she didn’t believe me. “A few minutes, Tasha.”
“All right, I’ll let Trae know. But don’t play yourself for that nigga. And please don’t throw anything out of the window, including yourself.”
I stood there and watched for another, I don’t know, it seemed like eternity. Finally, her truck began to ease out of the driveway. My competition screamed some obscenities as she backed up, crashing Angel’s or Jaz’s rental, jerked the van forward, and then pulled onto the street. Rick stood there watching her. I pulled myself away from the window and ran downstairs. When I got outside, he was in his truck, lighting up a blunt. When I came up to the car, he asked, “Are you all right?” He had this somber look on his face.
“Get out, Rick, we need to go inside and talk.” I needed to know who had won. Me or her? I grabbed the car door and pulled it open.
“I need a minute,” he said as he released a cloud of thick smoke. “You all right?” he asked me again.
“What do you think? Get out of the car. We need to go inside and talk.”
Rick took another deep pull on his blunt and stared into my eyes. I stood there staring back, with one hand on my hip, the other on the car door handle.
Angel and Jaz were now outside, cursing and checking out the damage on Jaz’s rental, while talking shit to Rick about Nina. Rick didn’t bother to respond to either of them. I grabbed his hand and began pulling him out of his ride. I led him into the house and up the stairs. We went into my bedroom. I shut the door, locked it, and turned around to face him.
“Rick, you need to de—”
“Shhhh.” He gently placed his finger against my lips. “Let’s argue and fight later, but not now, all right? You wanted your moment. I gave it to you. Now I want mine.”
He reached forward and began unbuttoning my blouse. I was jumping up and down for joy inside as he began to undress me, one item at a time. I won! I won!
“I never stopped loving you, Kyra. And I never will,” he said in a whisper as