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“I don’t like the way that nigga movin’ ‘round you.”
A laugh slipped out.
“What the fuck funny?”
“You,” I said.
“Ain’t shit funny.”
“No, it’s actually hilarious because we have already had this conversation about Lloyd. He is my lawyer and Rah’s friend. Now he has become my friend. What is the problem?”
“So you think he was out there actin’ like a fuckin’ lawyer?”
“And are you acting like a brother-in-law?”
That instantly shut his ass up. I folded my arms again, waiting on an answer that never came.
“You came here with Nikki.”
“The fuck she got to do wit’ Lloyd bein’ a fuck nigga?”
“Everything, Shameek! Your woman is somewhere in that ballroom while you have me locked in a conference room because another man danced with me. Do you hear yourself?”
“I ain’t jealous of no fuckin’ Lloyd.”
“I never said you were, but since you brought it up…”
“Don’t play wit’ me, Kyenna.”
“I’m not playing with you. I’m just trying to figure you out.”
“There’s nothin’ to figure out.”
“Then open the door.”
He never moved.
“If this is about protecting me, Lloyd hasn’t done anything. If this is about Rah, you're standing in here disrespecting him more than Lloyd ever has. And if this is about you–”
“Don’t.” He stopped me.
“Meek, you don’t get to order me around.”
“I kno’ that.” He stepped closer.
“Do you?
“Yeah, I fuckin’ do.”
“You’ve been watching me all night.”
“’Cause you movin’ different.”
“Nigga, I’m enjoying myself.”
“Wit’ that nigga?”
“And? The fuck is wrong with that.”
