“And to use my sperm to impregnate my best friend,” I chuckled.
“And that, but you have been a real friend to me for years, Amethyst.” Gray sat back and sighed. Her eyes filled with tears, and they slowly fell. “I love my sister, will always love her, butI’ve always known her being with Tank would be her downfall. I just hate that she came after y’all.”
“Me too,” I agreed.
Chapter fifty
Yale
Isat in the middle of Spelman’s bed watching her as she got ready. She was going to hang out with Aurora and Bradley, and while I loved the fact that she was making friends, there was still a small part of me that was jealous that someone else was getting her attention.
“You’re pouting,” Spelman said as she put on her necklace. She watched me through the mirror with a curious expression. “Why?”
“I’m not pouting,” I said, not trying to fix my face. I picked at my thumb and bit into my bottom lip.
“You are,” she laughed. “So, tell me what’s wrong. Things not going how you want with Amethyst? You still mad about him having the doctor use his sperm?” After I met with Gray, I came home and told my sisters about our conversation. None of them were surprised, yet they were annoyed with him for overstepping.
“I was over that before I even got home.” I laid on my side and adjusted the pillow under my head.
“I know, but you and those hormones are tricky. I never know how you’re going to react to new information, so I always double-check to make sure you’re good.” She watched me for a brief moment, then picked up her lip gloss and opened it. “So again, tell me what’s wrong?”
“I’m having a moment,” I answered, and she lifted her brow. “It’s no big deal.”
“Tell me what’s wrong,” she requested, and I shook my head. “Yale.”
“I came in here to talk and lay in the bed and have you rub my belly.” It sounded silly when I said it out loud. I was a grown ass woman wanting to be babied, the shit was ridiculous.
“You wanted to have sister time?” she asked, and I nodded. “Why didn’t you just say that then?” She set her lip gloss down and reached for her phone. “I can cancel with Aurora and Bradley and stay here with you.”
“No,” I quickly said, shaking my head. “I don’t want you to change your plans because I know you need time away from here, from us, and all the drama that you’ve been thrown into since meeting me.”
“It’s better than the boring life I was leading,” she laughed, and it was my turn to lift my brow.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” she answered.
“Why don’t you talk about your life before you were with Tulane?”
“What do you want to know?” She watched me through the mirror. “I’m not interesting like you think. I’ve never been married, been in love, or anything like that. I spent almost all my time working, and when I wasn’t, I was dealing with a man I shouldn’t have.”
“Why did Tulane come looking for you first?” I asked. We knew she’d been with him for a few weeks, if not months, before any of us, but that was it.
“I have no clue,” she laughed. “I mean, he’d been a part of my life in the professional standard just like everyone else, but that’s it. When he told me who he was, I was pissed, but I used it to my advantage.”
“You just believed him when he told you?”
“Hell no.” She turned around, crossed her arms, and leaned against the dresser. “We got a DNA test, and when it came back, he was my father, I cussed his ass out. He kept coming around, and then my client was killed.”
“You think Tulane had him killed?” I couldn’t help but ask her because I didn’t put shit past Tulane at this point.
“No,” she denied, shaking her head. “I highly doubt it. Taylor Cambridge was a good kid, smart, funny, and definitely going pro when the time was right.”
“Wait.” I sat up and stared at her. “Taylor Cambridge, the running back? He was your client?”
“Yep,” she answered with a nod. “Signed him while he was in high school, and we had big plans. He was one of my first clients.” She looked away, but I saw tears forming in her eyes. “We were friends. He was a good guy. He didn’t deserve to die.”
“Damn,” I sighed and shook my head. The story of Taylor and his death still buzzed in the sports world. Some say he’d been at the wrong place at the wrong time, and others say that he was killed for a reason. “Wait! Didn’t you say that you were trying to sign Vine Carter?”
