I’m not sure exactly how I’m going to make it through this post since my heart is shattering into a million tiny pieces, but Imma be strong. Apparently, forever bae Michael B. Jordan may or may not be dating actress KiKi Layne. The two were seen last Friday during the Sundance Film Festival and they looked like two people who enjoy being naked in a room on top of each other from time to time.
Page Six reports that during a night out at Tao’s pop-up club, Michael arrived 10 minutes prior to KiKi to throw the scent off of nosy bitches who may suspect something’s going on between the two of them. They were both placed at separate VIP tables at first until KiKi jumped up and screamed “Fuck the secrecy!” and joined Michael at his table to touch and tease all night long. And from that point on during the night they never left each other’s side.
“She would have her hand on the back of his head rubbing it as he whispered in her ear and [he] kept kissing her cheek.”
Even though “it was clear to everyone in the room that they were together,” the source surmised, we hear that the stars’ entourages were “protective about them not taking a photo together.”
They exited at the same time.
They exited at the same time is code for “Yeah, they’re doing it.” In case you’re not aware of exactly who KiKi is (as I wasn’t until she stole my damn man), she’s in If Beale Street Could Talk and she was at Sundance to promote Native Son. Meanwhile Michael was in attendance to unveil two upcoming shows that he’s executive producing for the OWN Network titled Gen:Lock and David Makes Man. And as far as the rumors about Michael and his Black Panther co-star Lupita Nyong’o having the hots for each other Michael insists that there’s never been anything going on between them.
He’s said of the Nyong’o rumors, “We’re good friends… Honestly, we’ve known each other a really long time and respect each other and I love this girl to death.”
So Congrats Michael and KiKi, or whatever. I’m not one to breakup happy homes or shabby establishments. I’ll just have to salivate over those photos of Michael in that Louis Vuitton harness from the SAG awards and think about what it would have been like to have seen it crumpled up on the floor next to my night stand. Hey, a guy can dream right?