Wicked Love 3 (Kyle Kuzma)

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Forgive me for the Britney Spears throwback, but this song was stuck in my head while I was typing this chapter. I just had to do it lol.

Ariana 💕

About 6 hours after the game (literally 9:00PM) I get a knock at the door. I was expecting it to be the late night Chinese food that I ordered after I put Violet to sleep—and left the dogs in the room with her because they wanted to be in there—but instead I got my baby's father.

"We need to talk." He says, just letting himself in.

I look left and right before closing the door, only to open it again because my food came. I pay the guy and go to put my food in the microwave.

"I figure this is important, so I'll save my food for a later time." I say, closing the microwave door. I grab myself a glass and a bottle of wine, then plop myself onto the kitchen countertop. "What do you want?"

He sits on the stool right next to my legs. I struggle a bit to get the bottle open, but succeed in doing so. I pour myself a glass and wait for him to start talking.

"We gotta stop this." He said, after 4 minutes of silence.

"Stop what exactly?" I ask.

"This." He gestured between us. "This childish shit."

I place my glass down and furrow my eyebrows. "I don't follow."

He stares at me, hard. I blink at him because I'm genuinely confused.

"I almost lost my girlfriend today Ariana." He said.

"And I care because?" I shrug.

"Can you be serious for once in your life?" He asks.

I narrow my eyes in question. "When am I ever not serious?"

"This is the shit I'm talking about. The back talk." He said.

I square back at him. "I'm sorry, dad, I didn't realize my life revolves around you now."

"It doesn't! It revolves around Violet, but you're acting like a little brat!" He raises his voice a bit.

"I suggest you tone it down. My daughter is sleeping in the other room." I say in a warning tone.

"Our." He corrects.

"I don't know who the fuck you think you are, coming in here and raising your voice at me." I ignore his correction. "But you came here to talk to me, not the other way around."

He sighs in frustration, running his hands down his face. I hop down off the counter and place my bottle of wine into the fridge. I finish the glass I poured myself and put the glass into the sink. I stand across from Kyle with both hands placed on the counter.

"Now what do you want?" My voice was dangerously low.

He sighs again, before looking up at me. "I'm sorry for raising my voice at you." I stay quiet, so he continues. "I literally just came here to talk."

"About what?"

"Winnie and I got into it today." He said.

"About?"

"You."

"What about me?" I ask, folding my arms now.

"She feels that your intentions are cruel." He said.

"I don't have any intentions regarding her. I was simply just making conversation." I explain.

"That's not what she felt." He defended her.