“Well, I will help you look for something else,” Sparkle said, flipping her blonde weave off her shoulder. She reminded me of Bambi fromLove & Hip-Hop Atlanta.
She lit a blunt, took a pull, and then handed it to me.
“I wish we had a way of fucking with those bastards,” she said. I looked at her and sighed.
If only!
CHAPTER THREE
TRINI COLEMAN
“Okay, listen now, bitch, you gonna go inside that house and act like you have some home training. You not gon’ say nothing or touch nothing. Just stand in a corner and wait for this slow-moving ass nigga to get ready,” I said, giving myself a little pep talk before I messed up these people’s day.
My eyes landed on my phone again, and I turned my lip up at his message.
Anton:Come in and wait. Not ready yet. The door is open.
This had to be a test—or God just wanted to see me act a fool today, because why wasn’t he ready? And most importantly, why did he think I should come in his house to wait?! That’s the shit that was bugging me the most.
Still, I decided to act like a lady today and climbed out of my car, promising I was going to keep my mouth closed.
Just like Anton said, the front door was unlocked. I did the ladylike thing by kicking off my shoes before I literally tiptoed further into the house. Deciding I would just wait in the foyer, I aimlessly swung my arms, trying to busy myself, while I prayed that this man was quick.
I suddenly froze when I felt someone tap my side. I looked down and almost jumped when I saw it was Anton’s three-year-old daughter.
I looked around, confused on where she suddenly appeared from, and frowned seeing that we were alone.
“What’s your name?” the little girl asked me. I wanted to act like I didn’t see or hear her, but she was just too cute to ignore. Something about her innocence pulled at my heartstrings.
With a smile on my face, I crouched down to her level and said, “Trini. What’s your name?”
“Londyn!”
We both jumped when her mother yelled her name. Me and Andrea locked eyes as I slowly stood to my full height. She stood there, holding a newborn baby, glaring at me.
Londyn rushed away back where she came from, leaving me alone. For her sake, I chose not to say anything.
I turned away from Andrea and looked at anything and everything, except her, in hopes that she wouldn’t talk to or about me.
“What you shouting for?” Anton appeared, complaining.
I sighed, relieved that her attention was now on him and no longer on me. I looked at Anton, pleading with him to continue this conversation with her later so that we could leave. I was starting to feel uncomfortable.
“Don’t worry about why I’m shouting. Explain to me why the fuck you got this bitch in our house?!”
My head snapped back in their direction at her words. I took a deep breath and shook my head, telling myself to let it go.
“What, bitch?” Andrea snapped.
“Nothing, Andrea,” I said and then looked at Anton again, confused on why he wasn’t trying to rush.
“Nah, say it,” Andrea pushed me.
I huffed before responding to her. “You are always worried about me for no reason.”
“Because every time I turn around, you in my nigga’s face!” she fired back, making me gasp.
“Girl, you must be crazy to think I’m worried about Anton.”
