Kyrese, and Kenzie were running around like wild banshees, and Tee-Tee and Bernard hadn’t stopped arguing since they arrived.
Also to Billie’s dismay, her ex-husband, NFL star Cain, and his reality-show wife Puss ’n Boots aka Becky had arrived. Puss ’n Boots had been there for almost an hour, but Billie still couldn’t get past her attire. The chick looked like pop star Kesha on crack. Her overly dyed blond hair was fried and stringy. She’d bedazzled her right eye with blue rhinestones in the shape of a star. And her barelythere outfit consisted of a hot pink leotard, black tutu, lime green lace tights, and yellow combat boots.
Billie wanted to slap her for coming around her kids, let alone her new husband, Knox, dressed like that, but Billie wasn’t going to let Cain and his bimbo wife ruin her holiday. She had too much to be thankful for. She had three gorgeous kids and a yummy new husband who she loved more than life. Knox was the husband she’d always wanted Cain to be. He was selfless, calm, understanding, and toe-curling good in bed. Half of their honeymoon was spent inside their hotel room. Knox was everything she wanted, and more.
“Babe,” Knox reached out and took her hand, “sit down and chill out. Why you runnin’ around so much?”
“’Cause it’s still a lot to be done. The table isn’t finished being set, and the food is nowhere near being done,” she sighed, rubbing her forehead.
“That’s what you hired all these people for, remember? They’re the ones that are supposed to be stressin’, not you.”
“But—”
“But nothin’,” Knox cut her off.
“No, babe, seriously, I really need to go check on the girls and make sure they haven’t gotten anything on their dresses.” She tried to walk away again.
“The girls just ran past me. They’re fine. You the one that need to calm down.”
“I feel like if I’m not involved, it won’t be done right. I just want everything to be perfect.”
“And it will be, as long as you’re here,” he guaranteed, smiling.
Billie couldn’t help smiling too. Knox always knew how to lift her spirits. Plus, his dashing good looks didn’t hurt. He was six feet three of mouth-watering sweet vanilla milkshake. His charming smile, luscious brown hair, and debonair style reminded her of Robin Thicke. Billie couldn’t get enough of him. He was a mixture of the boy next door and a hood boy from the block.
“How do you do that?” she asked with a pleased expression on her face.
“Do what?” He held her close.
“You always know when to say the right things to make me feel better.” She hugged him, then kissed his lips.
“You better stop before you make my dick hard.” Knox massaged her ass.
“I like it when you talk nasty to me, Daddy,” she grinned.
“And I like that dress you wearing even more.” He ran his hands down her hips.
Knox couldn’t get enough of his wife. To him, she was the sexiest woman on earth. Billie was a perfect size twelve, five feet eight, diva with diamond-shaped eyes. Whenever she smiled, a slight glimmer of a dimple graced her left cheek.
“Come on.” He took her hand. “Let’s go say hello to our guests.”
“Do we have to?” Billie whined.
“Yes, now bring yo’ ass.” He dragged her into the living room.
“Huh!” Billie groaned as she overheard Tee-Tee and his husband, Bernard, arguing.
Tee-Tee and Bernard were total opposites. Tee-Tee was loud and flamboyant, whereas Bernard was reserved and thugged out to the fullest. He rocked a mouth full of gold teeth and on a daily basis, he donned strictly white tees, jeans, and Tims.
“Why er’time we go out you gotta embarrass me, huh? You ain’t always got to show yo’ ass, Teyana,” Bernard whispered, hoping no one would overhear.
“Bitch, you mad?” Tee-Tee jerked his head back. “I can’t help it if I’m a diva.” He sashayed around in a circle so he could put his sexy outfit on full display.
Tee-Tee was rockin’ the