“You have Kéa,” I rebutted faster than I could think because the closer he got to me, the more potent his cologne became, and the more nervous I got. “I don’t want that bitch.” He glowered, sizing me up a bit as if I’d offended him. “I’m gon’ forever be lonely when I ain’t got you. But if you tell a nigga you want back in on this shit with me and you, ain’t gon’ be no fucking club appearances or anything else outside of recording, touring, and videos. I promise you. Shit, I proved it to you long ago, but you still left me.”
