Page 64 of Heavy Is The Crown

Krys leaned back in her chair, stretching her legs out. “What can I say? I like to keep certain things private.”

Sydnee let out a quiet laugh. “That’s one way to put it. But let’s be real, Krys. You’re a collector.”

Krys’ brows lifted slightly. “A collector?”

“Yeah.” Sydnee’s voice was light but knowing. “You collect men. Keep them around for a while. Play with them. Then when you get bored, you throw them away.”

Krys rolled her eyes. “And?”

Sydnee sighed, almost exasperated. “Is this one different?”

Krys went quiet for a beat. Then, without hesitation: “Yes.”

Sydnee hummed. “You always say that.”

Krys didn’t respond right away. She knew Sydnee was right, but she didn’t want to admit to it. What Sydnee clocked was something Krys had always said. And she had always meant it until she didn’t. She would get what she wanted, got her fill, and walked away because the men were no longer “different”.

But perhaps Kenyatta was truly a different story. And as soon as Krys confirmed it, Sydnee would likely be the first to know.

Sydnee must have sensed the shift in Krys’ energy because her voice dropped slightly. “Look, I know I’m the last person who should be giving you advice, but…”

Krys’ lips curled into an amused smile. “You sure are.”

Sydnee ignored her. “…Just don’t toy with him if you’re not sure. He doesn’t seem like the type to take that lightly. Besides, it’s toxic and trauma inducing for you as well.”

Krys arched a brow, something in her chest tightening. “You got a lot of thoughts about my love life, Syd.”

“I always have.”

Krys heard it. That slight edge in her tone. That little something beneath the surface. And just like that, her smile faded.

Because this wasn’t just about Kenyatta or some make believe deal. Sydnee had been watching her for a long time and trying to understand her for years. Maybe even wanted to be like her because Sydnee knew a Krys that many didn’t know.

This was a perfect moment to shift the conversation. Krys’ voice dropped slightly. “You ready to join the team yet?”

A long pause.

Sydnee exhaled sharply, her voice lowering. “Krys, don’t start.”

Krys smirked, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “You’re still thinking about it, though.”

Sydnee didn’t confirm or deny it.

Another pause.

Then finally, “I’ll see you at the graduation.”

She hung up before Krys could say anything else.

Krys sat there for a moment, staring at the phone screen.

Then, slowly, she let out a deep exhale.

Sydnee was so close. She just didn’t know it yet.

But as far as this graduation was concerned, she needed Kenyatta.

Again.

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