Page 96 of Call Me Mrs. Taylor

It’s a screenshot from a comment section.

Kam’s profile picture is small, but the text is clear:

kammykins Girl, we saw your real face in that live. I’d be using five layers of foundation too if I had skin like a Nestlé Crunch bar. Keep lying to these people, though.

“Okay, so…you commented on her page?”

“Yes! And she blocked me.”

I shrug. “I mean, I would have, too. What kinda hatin’ ass shit is that?”

“You know me. I was just being a bitch.”

I nod at my sister. “You always were good at that. What’s your point?”

“Van’s not blocked. I went to Raya’s page from her account, and bay-beeee.”

My gaze shifts to Vanessa, who still looks like she’d rather be anywhere else.

Kam shoves her phone at me again, hitting play on a video. This time, Raya’s face fills the screen.

My baby.

Used to be, anyway. I shake that thought out of my head.

“People think they can talk to you crazy and nothing bad will happen. But actions have consequences, baby. You will pay for the shit you say to me.”

Kam fast forwards a bit.

“I never forget. Ever. Ask anybody who’s ever gotten on my bad side. If you can find them.”

Then she chuckles, and it’s menacing. My blood runs cold.

“Okay, but wait.” Kam scrolls again, then plays another video.

“Men are only as faithful as their options. And unfortunately for them, I’m always and forever the best option. So if I want your nigga, congratulations—he's already mine, bitch.”

I swallow hard. “How long ago was that?”

But Kam is too busy scrolling. Pressing play.

“I don’t argue with niggas. I train them. Ladies, pro tip: don’t get mad at a dog for barking. Teach it to sit.”

I’ve seen enough, but Kamryn has one more in the chamber.

“Men only get hard for two things: fear and obedience. So either he’s scaredofme, scared toloseme, or he does whatever the fuck I say. Either way? I win.”

Kam stops the video, setting her phone face down on the table. “Is this your queen?”

Mama studies my face carefully. “That’s who you brought in this house.”

They all stare at me, waiting for my reaction. I give them nothing, because I have nothing. I feel empty as fuck inside.

Like any man, I appreciate a good seduction. It’s sexy. But seeing it all laid out like this, so publicly and so calculated, really makes me feel like I got played. Like it was just a fucking game to her.

Mama exhales sharply. “Ace, I don’t wanna sound melodramatic, but I really think this girl is dangerous.”

Kamryn nods. “At the very least, she’s deeply unstable.”

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