Page 108 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

“And you fine as fuck. That's the fucking problem.”

I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face.

“Sounds personal.”

“It is.”

I laughed and started putting the outfit back into the bag.

“Well, get over it, because I’m wearing it.”

“We’ll see.”

“No, you’ll see when I walk out in it.”

His tongue pushed against the inside of his cheek as he stared at me.

“Aight, ma.”

The way he said it made me pause.

“What?”

“Nothing.” A slow grin pulled at his lips. “Wear that shit.”

I narrowed my eyes. Now he was agreeing too damn easily.

“Kyrie, what are you plotting?”

“Ain’t plotting shit.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I'm just saying, wear it.” His eyes dragged slowly down my body. “Just don't be surprised when we get home, and I remind your ass who you wore it for.”

Heat immediately rushed through me.

“See!” I pointed at him. “There you go making shit sexual again.”

Kyrie threw his head back, laughing.

“Man, go through the rest of them damn bags.”

I shook my head and reached for another one but stopped when I spotted the smaller bag tucked behind the others.

My smile softened. I had almost forgotten about that one.

“What?” Kyrie asked.

“Nothing.”

“Then, why you smiling?”

“I’m not.”

“Sianni.”

Damn, this man stayed in my business. I reached over and grabbed the bag.