Show Me (Kehanna/Rihlani)

XVIII.

December 6, 2014
New York, New York
Robyn Fenty

Aubrey stared at me waiting for my answer. "Stop staring at me. I need time," he groaned.

"I'm not understanding. We've been chilling for a while and I wanna take things to the next step. Get together, have children and shit. What's holding you back?"

Hmm I don't know, the fact that I don't see you like that? The fact that I'm in love with someone else? The fact that I'm waiting for Kehlani to come to her fucking senses. I didn't say anything.

"I have somewhere to be so I'll see you later," he got up and tried to kiss me on my lips. SIKE, I dodged his lips making him kiss me on the cheek. He rolled his eyes and left.

I flopped on the bed and sighed. Lately, I've been seeing Karrueche and Kehlani all over social media and they haven't confirmed it but I think their together. That bitch is always around my KK holding her arm and in her personal space. Its impossible for them to be just friends when their close like that.

Why couldn't that be me? Anybody else would kill to be with me but KK just played with my feelings after I told her things I've never told anyone. We had a special moment and she goes back to LA and damn near fucks this Chinese pet.

My phone started to ring. "Simone the Slick 😝👯" I answered.

"Hey I'm on my way unlock the door," and she hung up. I thought she had to go get her friends from the airport? Kehlani's friends, Noodles and Edward were coming to NYC for something, I'm not sure. I just hope the ringleader wasn't coming either and I'd like it if her two sidekicks weren't in my house.

I went downstairs and unlocked the door then walked to the kitchen. As soon as I got into the kitchen I heard my doorbell.. didn't she just? This bitch must be high. I walked into the living room and opened the door not bothering to look who was at the door. "How ya' ask me unlock the door an' ya' ring the bell anyweys Slick?"

She didn't speak. I turned around and was met with a face I'd missed so much but wanted to hate. "Why ya' 'ere?" I gave her a straight face with a glare.

"To talk," I rolled my eyes. "There is noting for us to talk about," I had straight venom laced into my speech. The fuck we talking for?

"Can we just talk? Atleast hear me out,"

"What we need ta talk fa? Ya' kissed the bitch and would've fucked ha if Nicki didn't walk in. Ya' then tell me ya' wan' to be friends AFTER ya' tell me ya' like me and I sit and vent ta' ya'. There's absolutely no reason fa' us ta' talk. Ya' break my 'eart and ya' go to LA all in the media wit' tha bitch. No I'm not over it, no I don't wanna be friends, no we can't be cordial. Get tha fuck out me 'ouse," she just stood there staring at me.

"You done? Because I still want to talk." I took in her features. She looked drained and tired. Just seeing how lifeless she looked and how many bags she had under her eyes made me want to forgive her. Jesus what the hell happened in LA?

"Come in already," I rolled my eyes and she came in shutting the door. I went and sat on my couch. She came over and grabbed my hand pulling me to my feet. I closed my eyes. I felt nothing but electricity when she touched me. It felt like fucking Antarctica. "They'll be back in 5 or 10 minutes," I nodded. She led us up the stairs walking to my office I believe. I didn't want to go in there, it was a mess.

"That's not a good idea," she looked at me confused.

"What's in there? That's our talking spot," I looked down. She let go of my hand and went in anyways. "Damn," I heard her mumble.