Page 113 of K.I.N.: Karma Is Near

Bottom-of-the-barrel bullshit.

I knew it too.

I’d known it from the first night.

But I met Xay at that kickback with Frozo almost three years ago and⁠—

Fuck.

He was fine.

Still was.

Then we fucked.

And the chemistry was ridiculous.

The kind of sex that had me doing stupid shit like checking my phone the next morning when I already knew the nigga had a wife.

Then checking it again.

Then answering when he finally called.

Sex turned into talking.

Talking turned into seeing each other.

Seeing each other turned into feelings.

Then somewhere in the middle of all that, Xavier started telling me he was leaving Samantha.

And my dumb ass started believing him.

Destiny opened one of the foil pans we’d brought home from the shower.

“You eating?”

“What is it?”

“Macaroni.”

“Give me some.”

She handed me the container and a plastic fork.

For a few minutes, neither of us said shit.

We ate.

She sorted gifts.

I sat there staring at absolutely nothing.

Then Destiny said, “I told you this shit was gonna hurt different when he showed up there with his wife.”

I sucked my teeth.

“Bitch, please.”