Giselle’s eyes bugged out, and her mouth slipped open, but no words came at first.
“Are you saying her and Pierre were?—”
“She tried to lie about it, but there was no other explanation, and a whole lot of other shit started making sense. The way she acted around him and Pri was off. I found out they’d been fucking around for like a year behind my back.”
“Oh, my God,” Giselle whispered.
“And I never told Pri,” Heavy went on, sending Giselle’s head swinging in his direction.
“Why not?”
“She already lost him. Her son didn’t have a father. I didn’t want to add the fact that her best friend was also foul,” he expressed. “Kina ended up leaving town when she checked out of the hospital, though, and I know she kept in touch with Pri. I told her we were done, and I didn’t ever want to see her around here again.”
“I get why you did it, but now that she’s back… what are you going to do?”
“What you think I should do?”
“I don’t know. It’s not my business.” Giselle shrugged.
“Okay, but if it were you, would you want to know? Even after the fact?” Heavy queried.
“If the bitch came back into town, acting like shit was good, hell yeah. She’s not about to get a second chance to fuck me over. I don’t even know or like Prischa like that, but yes… I would want to know.”
Heavy bobbed his head and shifted his gaze from her to straight ahead. He didn’t want to dwell on it too much and ruin their night. So he brushed it off and pushed his car door open. Walking around to Giselle’s side of the car, she had already pushed her door open. He stepped toward her, resting his hands on her thighs and parting her legs with his solid frame.
“Tonight is about us chilling. I don’t want to fuck that up talking about the past.”
“Me either. I’m enjoying our date night.” She leaned forward, arms locking around his neck as he drew her in for a kiss.
He helped Giselle out of the car and into the store where Maisie and Crew were standing near the chips, debating which ones to get.
“What took you two so long?” Maisie queried, watching Giselle stroll over to a cooler with Heavy on her heels.
“Ran into Viggo and Prischa,” Heavy answered while Giselle pulled one of the doors open with the energy drinks and grabbed a couple of Red Bulls.
He slid up behind her, holding the door open for her.
“Grab me one of those pineapple orange juices down there,” he told her, watching her bend over and grab the Minute Maid bottle.
Crew laughed and shook his head at Heavy biting his bottom lip with his eyes glued to Giselle’s backside.
“How’d it go with them?” Maisie scooped up a bag of spicy Doritos and Cool Ranch while Crew grabbed his Flaming Hot Lays and tucked them under his arm.
“I ain’t got shit to say to them.” Heavy shrugged, and Giselle handed him his bottle of juice.
“Come on, bro. Viggo’s family. I know that nigga can be hardheaded and get on your nerves, but you gon’ hold that against him forever?” Crew asked.
“That nigga don’t ever fucking learn, and I’m tired of being the one cleaning up after him. If shit go left with Prischa, what the fuck am I supposed to do about that?” Heavy shot back.
Giselle closed the fridge door and joined Maisie at the soda station where they each filled a Styrofoam cup with ice.
“What if it doesn’t go left, though? What if this is different?” she suggested.
“Viggo is immature as fuck, princess. Have you met that nigga?”
“I have.” She snickered and grabbed a straw for her cup and held each item against her chest. “But he’s not all bad. I’ve seen him with the kids, even Pierre. They all love him.”
“Babies and fools go together, G.” Crew chuckled.
