She Slept WHERE?! — Wayne SNAPS After Catching Shayla in Piarry’s Driveway! 🔥
It was a quiet morning in the neighborhood — until Wayne pulled up and saw something he couldn’t believe.
There, slumped in the front seat of her car, looking exhausted and vulnerable, was Shayla. But it wasn’t just the sight of her that rattled him. It was where she was parked.
Piarry’s driveway.
Wayne stopped mid-turn, slammed on the brakes, and just stared. His eyes narrowed. His grip on the steering wheel tightened. His heart was pounding with a mixture of confusion, betrayal, and fury.
“She slept WHERE?” he muttered to himself before stepping out, slamming the car door behind him so hard the echo bounced off every wall on the block.
Wayne Approaches the Scene
Wayne marched straight up to Shayla’s car. She stirred slightly, clearly not expecting a confrontation — especially not this early in the day.
“Shayla!” Wayne barked, tapping the window hard enough to shake the glass. “Open the door. Now.”
Shayla blinked, still foggy. “Wayne? What… what are you doing here?”
“No,” he shot back. “The question is what you’re doing here. Sleeping in front of his house? Piarry’s?! Are you serious right now?”
She rubbed her eyes and sat up straighter. “Wayne, calm down. It’s not what you think.”
Wayne let out a humorless laugh. “It never is, huh? Girl, you got me out here lookin’ stupid while you layin’ in front of the same man who’s BEEN messing with your life!”
Flashbacks, Fumes, and Fury
To the outside world, Wayne had moved on. He had a new ride. A new swagger. And he told himself he was done with Shayla and all the chaos that followed her.
But deep down, the feelings never left. Shayla was more than a chapter — she was the whole damn book. Seeing her vulnerable like that, outside a man he didn’t trust, sparked something primal in him. And that something was on fire.
“I’ve let a lot slide, Shayla,” he snapped. “You and Anthony, you and your drama, your secrets… but this? This is low.”
“Wayne,” Shayla said, now out of the car and standing between him and Piarry’s door, “I didn’t stay here. I just stopped for a second. I didn’t want to go home.”
“Why not?” he demanded. “What could be worse than sleeping at this fool’s place?”
She hesitated. That was enough to make Wayne’s suspicions boil over.
Then Comes Piarry…
As if the scene wasn’t intense enough, the door to the house creaked open.
There he was: Piarry. Shirtless. Smirking.
“Well, good morning,” he said coolly, clearly enjoying the chaos. “Didn’t know you’d be dropping by so early, Wayne.”
Wayne took one look at him and nearly charged. “Don’t play with me, bruh. I swear, I’ll shut this whole block down.”
Piarry leaned against the doorframe, completely unbothered. “She needed somewhere to clear her head. That’s all.”
Wayne stepped closer. “You really think I believe that? After everything you pulled? You think you can hide behind a smirk and a ‘she was just tired’?”
“I don’t have to hide, Wayne,” Piarry replied calmly. “She’s grown. If she wants to sit in her car and take a break outside my house, who are you to stop her?”
Shayla Steps In
“Enough!” Shayla shouted, stepping between the two men. “This ain’t about you two and your egos. I had a rough night. I didn’t want to see Anthony. I didn’t want to go home. I sat here because it was quiet. That’s all.”
Wayne turned toward her, his voice trembling. “Why didn’t you call me?”
She looked away. “Because I didn’t want to be a burden. Not anymore.”
For a moment, the fire in Wayne’s eyes flickered. He saw the exhaustion on her face, the pain in her voice. But the rage wasn’t gone — just dulled.
“You’re never a burden,” he said quietly. “But don’t you ever put yourself in a position like this again.”
Piarry scoffed in the background. “Man, you act like she belongs to you.”
Wayne shot him a death glare. “You better disappear before I forget how grown I am.”
After the Blowup
Piarry backed off, leaving the two alone.
Shayla crossed her arms. “Why are you really mad, Wayne?”
“Because I still care,” he admitted, voice low. “Because no matter what I tell myself, I’m still out here protectin’ you. And seeing you like that — outside his house — it tore me up.”
A pause.
“I didn’t mean for that to happen,” Shayla said. “But maybe I do need people who actually show up… even when I don’t ask.”
They stood in silence for a moment.
“Get in,” Wayne said, nodding to his car. “You’re not staying out here. Not again.”
The Drive Away
As Shayla got into Wayne’s car, the tension melted just a little. She looked over at him.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
He didn’t respond at first. Then, finally:
“I ain’t doing this because I have to. I’m doing it because I still got love for you. Even when it hurts.”
They pulled away from Piarry’s house, leaving behind the drama, but not the scars.
What happens next between them? That’s anybody’s guess. But one thing’s for sure — Wayne still isn’t ready to let Shayla go. And if anybody else tries to step in… they better be ready for the heat.
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