𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐎𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚
𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥 | 𝐋𝐚𝐢 𝐋𝐚𝐢
I laid in the bed of our Hotel on my phone. I came with Kiordre to meet with a team in New Orleans about what they could offer us as a starting contract. I still felt a way about the situation with his mom so I was being distant towards him and the whole trip. I stayed in the room or went out to the bars while he went around doing whatever he had to do.
We barely even spoke this whole time we've been here. He started small conversations with me but I barely even responded. I had a thought that I was being a little selfish about the situation but it bothered me. The fact he didn't think he needed to talk to me about her mental health irritated me. How could he be so irresponsible?
She keeps Kior a lot. Like more than my mom sometimes and even though I knew she was crazy I didn't know she was literally mentally ill. I felt like that was something he should've told me. Especially if she isn't responsible when it comes down to taking her medication. She was always on my case about what I'm not doing right for my daughter and she can't even take her medicine on the correct schedule?
I heard the hotel door shut causing me to look up from my phone. I watched as Kiordre walked over to the bed and started emptying his pockets. He pulled his Polo Tee off and threw it on the floor before kicking his shoes off. I couldn't help but eye his muscular body as he undressed. He took his chain off and put it on the bed next to his watch.
We locked eyes and he smirked at me. "We still not speaking?" He questioned throwing his phone on the bed. I eyed the phone making a mental note to go through it later on while he was asleep.
"I never said that." I said keeping it short. I didn't want to be into it with him but I wanted to know what was going on. I didn't like not knowing what's going on around me. Especially when it came down to something that had to do with our daughter. He should keep me informed.
"But you haven't been talking to me." He said sitting down on the bed. He grabbed my foot and started pulling me towards him causing me to frown. He didn't even ask for me to come to him he just come in here pulling on me. "Come here. We need to talk."
"About what?" I said as he pulled me on his lap. I folded my arms and looked at him. I noticed he had a small bruise by his light brown eyes on the side of his head. I figured he went to play basketball and got fouled since he took all his clothes off when he came in. "Somebody hit you in the face?"
"Yeah," He said leaning over and kissing my lips a few times. "Lose the nasty ass attitude. You got no reason to be acting like this. We in New Orleans talking to a big ass team that wants me to come play for them. We're blessed right now."
"I know." I mumbled putting my head on his shoulder. He looked at me before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer to him. He cuddled up to me and kissed my face a few times. "I just feel a way."
"I know you feel a way about what happened last week but you gotta give me a chance to explain shit to you. The shit deeper than how it affects you and Kior. She's my mom. The shit affects me in a whole other way and I'm just not ready to talk about it right now." He expressed rubbing my back. "Please respect that."
I didn't know what to say. I didn't really take much thought about how the situation affected him because all I could think about was myself and Kior. I knew that he didn't want to tell me because he knew I would keep her away but I didn't think how it would affect him once he had to explain everything to me. Something must've happened. "Ok."
