Was Killa Kells Girlfriend really five months pregnant?
“Oh my fucking God,” the words left my mouth.
Kelton not only had a girlfriend, but he had a child on the way. Reaching for my cellphone I called Chyna but she didn’t pick up.
Biting my lip, I called my best friend Sage. She answered on the second ring.
“I need you to talk me down,” I told her.
“And hello to you too,” she remarked. “I was just about to walk into my therapy session.”
I looked at the phone.
Had hell frozen over….Sage was in therapy?
“You were about to do what?”
She sighed. “Yes, I’m in therapy. Khrystina suggested it and so did Niki.”
A smile touched my lips at the thought. “That big scary Russian really loves you.”
“He does…and sometimes it’s so weird but I swear I love his ass too.” Sage gave an easy laugh on the other end of the line.
“I need to call him and tell him thanks for hooking this job up for me,” I remarked.
“He owed you a favor. These Safaryans seem to always pay their debts.”
Someone said something in the background on Sage’s end and she replied before returning to our conversation.
“So, what’s up? You sounded weird just now.”
I’d almost forgotten what I was calling about. “I think I made a huge mistake.”
“Hmmm….did you…kill anyone?”
“Girl, what? Hell no…”
“Did you steal something?”
I starred at the phone. “Sage you have been hanging out with your husband’s family too much. No, I didn’t do anything illegal. But I did sleep with someone my birthday weekend.”
She howled on the other end. “Silver got some dick?! Yassssss!”
I waited for her to shut up.
“Yes…I did. But I think….I think he has a girlfriend.”
“Listen…that’s not on you. I know you would never intentionally hurt someone. Whoever this jackass is…it’s his fault. I’ve gotta run but call me later okay.”
“I will…”
The call disconnected and I stared at the phone in my hands for just a few moments. Eventually, I settled back into the seat and my gaze returned to images of Kelton dressed in a hoodie with a pregnant woman by his side. She had sunglasses on blocking her identity but nothing could hide the proud belly she was sporting.
You were drunk.
You forgot to ask him if he was seeing someone before you jumped on his dick.
“This is exactly why I hate him,” I said into the quiet of my office.
