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44: Tiesha And The Ring

When Tiesha woke up, she was in Ky’Mon’s room back at the mansion. For a moment, the air felt lighter, her chest less tight.

She exhaled deeply, relief washing through her. It was all a dream.

Rolling onto her side, she froze.

Ky’Mon was kneeling right beside her bed, a diamond ring glittering in his hand.

Tiesha screamed and nearly launched herself off the mattress.

“You haven’t said yes,” he reminded her, entirely too calm for someone who had just scared her half to death.

She slapped her palm against her forehead, then reached out and smacked the back of his head.

“What the hell you hitting me for?” he frowned, rubbing the spot.

“Were you dropped on your head as a baby?” she asked, deadpan.

“Actually,” Ky’Mon said after a pause, “Kousarat dropped me once.”

Tiesha groaned, flopping backward onto the bed and pulling the blanket over her whole body.

“Get your ass upright. Don’t keep a nigga waiting,” he ordered.

Her muffled voice came from under the covers. “Why did you do that?”

“Do what?” he asked innocently.

“Don’t play dumb—the stunt at the trap.”

“I wanted to make you cry.”

She lowered the blanket just enough to glare at him. “What the hell?”

“Girls cry when they gettin’ proposed to,” he explained casually, “but I knew you wasn’t gonna cry. You too uptight.”

“So you fake dead?”

“Was gon’ wait for the music, bring out the ring. Ain’t know you was gon’ cry that much.” He said, shrugging.

“You hurt me, Ky’Mon. Don’t play with me like that again.”

“You said ‘again.’ That a yes?” he asked, eyebrow raised in a smug arch.

The blanket came up over her head again.

He didn’t bother asking nicely—he yanked it away and stepped in between her legs, blocking her retreat. “Stop being so hard. I know you wanna say yes.”

“Get off me,” she groaned.

“Say yes.”

He leaned in, kissed her, then went straight for her sides, fingers digging in.

“Stoooop!” she burst out between laughter.

“Say yes,” he repeated, relentless.

“Ky’Mon, stop!”

“Say yes.”

And then—she farted.

Ky’Mon immediately jumped back, staring at her like she’d just committed war crimes. “Oh, so we playin’ like that

He turned around, bent slightly, and let out a fart of his own.

“Ky’Mon!”

Tiesha shot out of bed, running to the door and flinging it open.

“You’re so dramatic, lil mama,” he rolled his eyes.

“Your farts stink,” she accused, pinching her nose.

“Don’t change the topic. Marry me.”

“On one condition.”

“What?”