Seduce & Scheme
Kyomi thought she had it all-a successful relationship with Joey Bada$$, a life in a high-rise apartment in New York, and dreams of a future together. But when Bryson Tiller, Joey's best friend, starts getting too close, Kyomi finds...
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The next day, I told myself I was going to be on my best behavior.
That meant no lingering thoughts about Bryson. No replaying that damn moment outside the boutique. No analyzing the way his voice got all low when he said he was thinking about me.
None of that.
I had a man. A whole ass boyfriend.
...Even if that boyfriend barely answered my calls and always had an excuse ready before I even questioned him.
Still. Focus, Kyomi.
I was doing good—until later that night.
Jada had convinced me, Tori, and Micaela to go out to this club downtown. She said we all needed a "reset," but I knew she really just wanted an excuse to be seen.
Fine by me. I needed a distraction.
—
The club was packed. Music shook the walls, bodies pressed together on the dance floor, and the scent of liquor and perfume filled the air.
I wasn't even inside for five minutes before Jada shoved a shot in my hand.
"Come on, bitch, we outside tonight!"
I laughed, clinking my glass with hers before tossing it back, the liquor burning down my throat.
Micaela smirked. "Ky getting loose tonight?"
I waved her off. "I'm just having fun."
Tori raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. We'll see about that."
Two drinks later, I was buzzing.
I wasn't drunk, but I was feeling good. Loose. Light.
Which is probably why I didn't react right away when I felt a hand press against the small of my back.
I turned, ready to curse somebody out—until I locked eyes with Bryson.
My stomach dropped.
He wasn't supposed to be here.
He wasn't even supposed to see me like this—tipsy, flushed, dressed in a black mini dress that left very little to the imagination.
His gaze dropped, slow and deliberate, before dragging back up to meet mine.
I swallowed hard.
"The hell you doing here?" I asked, my voice a little breathless.
Bryson smirked. "Same as you. Enjoying myself."
Micaela peeped the tension immediately and grabbed Jada and Tori. "We gon' get more drinks."
I shot her a look, but she just winked and disappeared into the crowd.
Bryson chuckled. "Your girls messy as hell."
I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. "They do too much."
He tilted his head, his fingers grazing my wrist.
"You look good, Ky."
My breath caught.
I should've thanked him. Or brushed it off. Or at least backed up so I wasn't standing so damn close.
But I didn't do any of that.
Instead, I just stood there, heart racing, skin burning where his fingers barely touched me.
Bryson leaned in, his lips close to my ear. "Joey here?"
I flinched at the mention of his name, reality slamming back into me.
I pulled away. "No."
Bryson just hummed, his expression unreadable.
I crossed my arms, trying to ignore the way my body reacted to him.
"We not doing this," I muttered.
He smirked, like I was amusing him. "Doing what?"
I narrowed my eyes. "This little game you playing."
Bryson chuckled, stepping back. "Ain't no game, Ky."
I swallowed, my pulse hammering.
His gaze flickered over me one last time before he nodded toward the bar. "You need another drink?"
