Y/n's POV
Kim and I sat at her house, waiting for Pete to arrive. We had chosen to meet privately to discuss matters, rather than in a restaurant where things might escalate.
"Just try not to get violent," she cautioned.
"I won't," I replied nonchalantly, focused on eating from my bowl of cereal. It was still early in the morning, and I had work later, so we had to deal with this now.
"Babe, I'm serious," she insisted, moving closer to me and running her fingers through my unbraided hair.
"You're doing so well in your career and in life; don't ruin it for yourself."
"I'll try," I sighed, knowing that Kim was genuinely concerned.
The doorbell rang, and Kim stood up to answer it while I finished my cereal and washed the bowl in the kitchen. I took my time because I knew I'd need to control my anger when I saw him.
"Baby?" she called from the doorway.
I turned around, finding her standing there.
"Ready?"
I simply nodded and moved to leave the kitchen, but she placed her hands on my biceps, stopping me.
"Remember, nothing happened, and you can't get physical with him. It's not worth it," she reminded me.
"Okay," I agreed, realizing that keeping my cool was the best course of action, no matter how difficult it might be.
.......
"I swear nothing happened. I was just trying to help her out because she was drunk, and—" Pete tried to explain himself, but I wasn't in the mood to hear it.
"She told me all of that, and I believe her. I just don't like you. It's you who I have a problem with. I know what your reputation is like with women in Hollywood, and I'd be damned if I let Kim be on that list," I interrupted, my anger clear in my voice.
"Babe, calm down," Kim urged, feeling the tension in my body. She held onto my shoulder and bicep, preventing me from making any rash moves.
"I don't like you, Pete. I've never liked you. I just need it to be clear that I don't want you around Kim—ever. If I ever hear her complain about you, bro, your head is mine."
"Okay, babe, that's enough," Kim interjected, hoping to defuse the situation.
"No worries, man. I don't want her like that. We're just friends, that's all, and I understand where you're coming from. It must've been hard to take her from Kanye, so—
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I demanded, my anger flaring.
"Okay, Pete, I think you should go," Kim suggested, sensing that this conversation was only escalating.
"I didn't mean it in a bad way; I'm just saying, you stole her from Kanye, so maybe you're scared someone else will take her from you," Pete clarified.
The tension in the room was palpable, and I was seething with anger and frustration.
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Kim's POV
I couldn't help but feel frustrated with the situation. Why would Pete say something so thoughtless? Is he dense?
"Baby, how about you go upstairs?" I suggested, hoping to diffuse the tension.
"Nah, we're still talking," he replied firmly.
"Pete, please leave," I requested, feeling that it was the best way to handle the situation.
"Sure," he agreed, standing up. I could sense Y/n's desire to pounce onto him, but I held onto him until Pete was out of sight, and the front door closed.
