Page 58 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

“Aww, ain’t that cute?” She laughed. “I ain’t even been gone that long.”

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” I shot back, leaning deeper into the couch.

“As I said… I ain’t been gone that long, and you already missing me.”

A smirk tugged at my lips, but I caught the edge in her voice. It wasn’t much, just enough for me to pick up on it.

“What the fuck you got an attitude for?”

“Who said I had an attitude?”

I let out a short laugh and shook my head.

“Baby, I hear that shit all in your voice. But that’s cool. Keep that same attitude, ’cause the moment you touch down, I’ma be right there to fuck it up out of you.”

“Kyrie…” she warned, dragging my name out.

“Yeah,” I grinned, rubbing my jaw. “You know you love callin’ my name.”

“You know what, Kyrie? Bye.”

Her laugh hit my ear a split second before the call disconnected. I stared at my phone for a moment before letting it fall onto my chest.

“Damn…”

I didn’t know what the hell this woman had done to me, but somewhere along the way, she’d gotten all up in my head, and I wasn’t even mad about it.

I stared at my phone a second longer before tossing it onto the couch.

“Fuck.”

My hand disappeared beneath the waistband of my sweats as I slipped my head back, letting out a frustrated laugh. This shit was not going to work for me.

I shook my head, pushed off the couch, grabbed my keys and phone, then headed out the house. On my way outside, I called my pilot and told him to have the jet fueled up for me.

I had told Sianni she could enjoy her little girls’ trip, but I was missing the fuck out of her. And so was my dick.

That girl had me sprung as hell, and I still couldn’t explain it. I had dealt with females before, but I had never felt this way about one. I knew I’d said this shit before, but I meant every damn word of it. Sianni had a hold on me that no other woman ever had.

Once I got in my whip, I backed out of the driveway and headed toward the airport. It was about a forty-five-minute drive from the crib, giving me nothing but time to think about her.

By the time I pulled up, my jet was already waiting for me. I parked, dapped my pilot up, and climbed aboard. As soon as I got settled in my seat, I stretched my legs out and got comfortable. I already knew this flight wasn’t finna take long. One thing I loved about flying private was how quick I could get wherever the fuck I needed to be. That alone made every dollar worth it.

While I waited for takeoff, I pulled my phone out and shot Si a text. I wanted to see if they had made it to the resort yet.

Me: Baby, have y’all made it yet?

A few seconds later, my phone buzzed.

Wifey: Yeah, we just made it. I’m in my room about to hop in the shower.

A grin pulled at my lips.

Me: Aight, take a picture for me, and make sure you let me see that pussy.

I couldn’t help but laugh after I hit send. I already knew her slick ass wasn’t about to let me get away with that text.

Sure enough…