Page 114 of Heavy Is The Crown

Krys lifted a brow. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He took a sip. “And what I look like posting selfies and ‘good morning’quotes? That’s you.”

Krys scoffed. “Boy, please. I ain’t that corny.”

Kenyatta threw a quick jab to shift the conversation. “Oh, my bad. You one of them ‘Soft life, catching flights not feelings’ type chicks, huh?”

Krys rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small laugh. “That’s beside the point.”

Kenyatta chuckled, thinking maybe he had successfully dodged the heat.

She pressed on. “Tell me something I don’t already know.”

Kenyatta chuckled dryly. “Shit, I don’t even know what you do and don’t know at this point.”

Krys tapped her nails against the table.

“Possession with intent. Firearm charges. Pled down, served seven years in the feds,” she recited, voice even. “That’s what I know.”

She tilted her head.

“What I don’t know—” She folded her arms. “Is who the fuck Kenyatta Hayes really is.”

Kenyatta ran his tongue over his teeth, his mind working fast.

She wasn’t asking like some chick who was scared; she wasn’t pressing like she was looking for a reason to walk away. She just wanted the truth. He actually wanted to give it to her.

Kenyatta’s jaw tightened as he stared at the woman across from him.

Krys sat there, all calm and collected, like she had just asked him about the damn weather and not about the worst years of his life.

It kind of rubbed him the wrong way because why did she care? Why did she dig this shit up? Why was she sitting here waiting for him to spill his guts like he owed her that? What did she want?

He exhaled sharply, tapping his fingers against the table.

“A’ight,” he muttered, leaning forward slightly. “Let’s flip this real quick.”

Krys blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah.” He tilted his head. “You sitting here grilling me like some damn parole officer; so, let me ask you something.”

Krys leaned back, raising a brow. “Go ahead.”

Kenyatta tapped the table, his voice dropping a little lower. “Why do you even care?”

Krys smiled to herself, stretching out the silence before answering.

“That’s the question you wanna ask me?”

Kenyatta folded his arms. “Yeah.”

Krys tilted her head. “You really think I’d be out here faking for fun?”

Kenyatta didn’t answer.

So Krys sighed, shaking her head. “You think I sit down and have lunch with every man I do business with?”

Kenyatta narrowed his eyes.

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