Page 190 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

“Hey, Big Daddy.”

“What's up, beautiful?”

I bent down, kissed her, then stood back up.

Her eyes followed me.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Why you smiling like that?”

“I can't smile?”

“You can.” Her eyes narrowed. “But that's your something happened smile.”

I frowned.

“The fuck that mean?”

“It means something happened.”

“See, you always think you know every damn thing.”

“Because I do.”

“Whatever.”

I sat down beside her.

She went right back to staring at me.

“What, Sianni?”

“Tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“Kyrie.”

I laughed.

This woman wasn't about to let shit go.

“Come here.”

She looked around before looking back at me. “I'm already right here.”

“Nawl.” I reached for her hand. “Come here.”

“Kyrie, what are you⁠—”

I pulled her toward me and guided her ass right onto my lap.

She settled sideways across my thighs before wrapping one arm loosely around my shoulders.

“You so damn aggravating.”