Wicked Love 3 (Kyle Kuzma)

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Friday, February 12th, 2021

Ariana 💕

Today is day 1 of the NBA All-Star weekend in Indianapolis. Which is really nothing spectacular, it's just the Rising Stars game for the Rookies and Sophomores. Tomorrow is the All-Star Saturday Night, with the Skills Challenge, 3-Point Contest and Dunk Contest. Then Sunday is the big game, the actual All-Star game. The game in which Kyle will be playing in, and I was asked to sing the National Anthem for.

Right now, I was in our shared hotel room receiving a well needed massage. Kyle was out with a few of the guys and Violet was here with me. She sat on the couch with a headset on and her tablet.

I groan when the masseuse gets the tension right in my lower back. I sigh in content as she continues to rub my back. About 30 minutes later, Kyle was walking back into the room. The masseuse was done by then.

As I went to grab my wallet to pay her, Kyle did it for me. She thanked him then left. He turned to face me, who was glaring at him.

"I had it covered." I exclaim, folding my arms over my chest.

"I believe you." He said, walking over to the couch where Violet sat.

"I'm serious Kyle." I say, following his movements.

Before he sat down, he looked up at me.

"I know Ari." He said.

"Then why'd you pay?" I ask.

"I wanted to." He replied.

I just roll my eyes at him. He gives a small grin, sitting down next to Violet. I pull my black silk robe over my body, covering my black lingerie. Kyle looked up at me, frowning.

"Why'd you close it?" He asked.

"Because I want to?" I ask out of confusion.

"It looks better open." He countered.

"I like it closed." I say.

"I like it open."

"Closed."

"Open."

"You know what, fine." I say, untying the belt of the robe.

"Thank you." He said.

I turn and walk away from him.

"You don't know how ready I am to put another baby in you." He commented.

"You can't talk like that Kyle." I sigh.

"And why not?" He asked.

"We're not together." I say.

"That don't stop me from making another baby with you." He said.

"Kyle!" I say.

"Alright, I'll stop." He said, but I knew he was lying.

That's Kyle Kuzma everybody. My ex-boyfriend and father of my child, who doesn't know how to filter his mouth.

"How's Vanessa?" I ask.