Page 2 of SIN Looks Good On Us!

“Don’t do that, sis.”

"Oh, he definitely acting different."

Armani cut her eyes at me. "You don't know that."

"I don't."

"But?"

"But my spirit don't like it."

She got quiet. My sister knew me well enough to know I wasn't the insecure type. If something felt off, then it usually was. My intuition was always right.

"I know you're mad, but at least he’s working."

The smile slipped right off my face.

"I just don't get it."

"Get what?"

"When did loving somebody start feeling like I gotta beg for quality time?"

Armani glanced over at me before looking back at the road. "Kai... just talk to him."

I laughed without an ounce of humor.

"I have."

"No. I mean really talk to him. Tell him how you feel."

I stared out the window.

"And if nothing changes?"

Armani shrugged.

"Then you'll know where you stand. Right now, all you got is frustration. You don't have proof he's doing anything. He could really just be working."

“His ass better pray I am wrong. ‘Cause if not, I’ll know exactly where I’m standing. Right next to another nigga.”

“Girl, yo’ ass is crazy. You need anger management sis.”

“Maybe.”

The music inside the Noir lounge could be heard from a block away as we pulled into the packed parking lot.

"Why is everybody standing around? The club ain't open yet?"

Armani laughed. "Girl, the club been open."

"Then why ain't nobody inside?"

"Because Jokah ain't here yet."

"That's exactly why I'm going inside. He ain’t nobody and he ain’t paying my damn tab."

Armani shrugged. "Most of these women came to see him anyway."