Page 77 of Heavy Is The Crown

Kenyatta watched her go, then looked back at Krys. “You got her wrapped around your finger already.”

Krys sipped her wine. “I tend to have that effect.”

His eyes casually assessing her. “That you do.”

She rolled her eyes. Quickly switching the mood back, she asked, “Is her mama White?”

He nodded. “Something like that.”

Krys tilted her head, amused. “So, is that your type?”

“Are you White?”

She knew what he was implying. Rolling her eyes, she glanced away from his gaze.

Kenyatta stood, stretching slightly. “That’s what I thought. Now let’s talk about this big-ass house.”

Krys groaned as he walked toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, peering outside.

“You got a damn infinity pool?”

She sighed. “Yes.”

He turned to her, leaning against the glass. “And you live here alone?”

Krys rolled her eyes. “Why does that keep shocking people?”

Kenyatta chuckled, tilting his head. “Because…ain’t no way you should be living this good, this fine, and this alone.”

Krys gave him a dry look. “You tryna flirt?”

Kenyatta smirked. “I ain’t trying.”

Krys shook her head, sipping her wine again to hide her smile.

Then Kenyatta lifted a brow, suddenly serious. “You really trust me enough to know where you live?”

Krys stared at him for a beat, then lifted a shoulder. “Should I?”

The way she said it, calm, controlled, and just a little challenging made Kenyatta chuckle lowly. “That’s a dangerous question, Bae.”

Krys simply smirked. “Then I guess we’ll find out.”

Musa let out another slow huff, like he was just as unimpressed with their banter as he was with everything else.

Kenyatta chuckled, shaking his head. “Yo, he coming with us?”

Krys leaned against the counter. “Nah, he’s fine right here.”

Kenyatta lifted a brow. “You sure? What if he get lonely?”

Krys sipped her wine. “Musa don’t get lonely. And if anybody’s stupid enough to try him?” She tilted her head toward the dog, who was stretched out but still alert. “They won’t make it past my front door.”

Kenyatta chuckled, rubbing his chin. “Yeah…I believe that.”

Musa let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes, as if even the suggestion that he needed protection was beneath him.

Krys smiled. “Told you. He’s good.”

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