That was the first time I saw them together. I originally thought it was some sort of fling and that I had nothing to worry about. Then I saw the way Kenny looked at her, and my stomach dropped. She never looked at me that way. In the four years that we were together, she'd never shown me that level of love. And it pissed me the fuck off. She needed to learn that Kenny belonged to me, and that she was in no way competition. If that meant that she had to suffer, then so be it...

My arms embraced by strong hands, leading to muscular, toned arms, ending at broad shoulders. Hanging just below those shoulders were thick, neatly maintained dreadlocks, leading up towards a strong jawline, pouty, luscious lips, and a thin, perfectly placed nose. But, all of that was nothing compared to those eyes. Those warm, honey colored eyes that seem to stare directly into your soul, exposing all of you at once...

❝ SHE WANT A RICCH NIGGA, SO SHE CHOSE US. ❞