“Say what?” I was confused as to what he was talking about.
“Oh, baby bro, you’re slow,” he laughed and shook his head. “Your best friend, the love of your fucking life, is in love with another nigga. That nigga is her husband, and while you know he’s not shit, she doesn’t know that. She’s going to mourn that nigga.”
“Which means you are going to have to be there for her while she does it,” Pyrite said, and I turned to look at him. My face twisted, and I shook my head. “Yes, the fuck you are.”
“Wait, nigga,” I laughed. “Y’all talking too fast right now.” My head was spinning and not in a good way. Yeah, I understood that Yale and Grant were married, but the thought of her actually being in love with that nigga never crossed my mind because, for me, their marriage was fake. I sat back, wiped my hands over my face, and kissed my teeth. “Nah, nope.”
“Um, yes, absolutely yes,” Citrine said.
I moved my hands from my face and cut my eyes to my brother, who was nodding. “Citrine, I’ll gut your big ass,” I said, sitting up. “Stop playing with me, big bro.”
“I ain’t,” he said, grilling me, then smirking. “Which is what has you stressed out right now. Yale loves that nigga, and you know, just like I do, you aren’t going to break her heart by telling her the truth. So, think of a way to take that nigga out, give her closure, and let her move on with her life.”
“And step the fuck up so we aren’t here in a few years repeating this conversation because you didn’t do what the fuck you should’ve done years ago and wife her,” Pyrite interjected.
“I can’t wait for you niggas to fall in love,” I said, standing. “Pyrite, I hope the woman you fall for beats your ass a few times, and Citrine, I’m going to give one of them niggas from the hospital Lavender’s number.” I stepped around the table and headed to the door. “I’ll call you niggas tomorrow once I think of a plan.”
“Where are you going?” Pyrite asked.
“Back to the hospital,” I answered him as I opened the door. “Her appointment should be over or about to be by now.”
“Be safe,” they said in unison.
“Always.”
I left the arena and headed back to the hospital, which was only a 7-minute drive away. When I got the call earlier from Luther asking me to meet with him, I declined, letting him know I had work shit to handle, but in reality, I just didn’t want to deal with that nigga. My temper was too short, and if I saw that nigga Grant, I knew I’d hem his ass up. The fact that he’d been playing Yale this entire time was fucking with me mentally. Sorting this shit out with my brothers was my only option for now because I didn’t know how I wanted to move.
I parked in my spot in the garage, then headed to Yale. I wasn’t overly friendly with many people here, and I liked that. Hospitals were messy as hell, and if someone thought they had shit on you, they would run their mouths to anyone who would listen. I dealt with a handful of doctors and liked it that way because I knew, just like they did, that if my business got out, I’d kill their ass.
“What’s good, Juju?” I greeted the young girl at the front desk. Juju was a bright girl who’d recently started working here. She was honest, funny, and kept folks on their toes.
“Hey, Dr. S,” she replied, crossing her arms. “Dr. H is finishing up with a patient.”
“I know, she’s my best friend,” I said, nodding.
“When did you and Dr. H become besties?” Juju laughed.
“Now you know Holding mean ass would never claim me as her best friend, I’m talking about the patient. Yale Forrester, she’s my best friend.”
“Oh, the nice lady with the pretty smile?” she asked, and I nodded. “She’s on her way out. I got her notice to book an appointment right before you walked in.”
“Cool,” I said, nodding. Two couples walked into the office, and I stepped back, pointing to the chair in the corner. “I’ll be over there waiting.”
“Got it,” Juju said, then turned her attention to the people walking in. “Hello.”
Just as I reached the empty seat, the door to the back opened, and she walked out with Grant behind her. Instantly, I developed an attitude, and when I noticed them holding hands, I saw red.
“You came back?” Yale asked, surprised, and I nodded. “Look who showed up after all?” She lifted their intertwined hands for me to see, and again I nodded. Grant smirked at me, and I lifted my brow in surprise. Did this nigga think I wouldn’t show out in this fucking office? Because if he did, then he had to forget who the fuck he was dealing with. His phone rang, and he let go of her hand to retrieve it from his pocket. He looked at the screen, said something to Yale, and then walked out of the office.
Yale approached me. “What’s wrong?” I kept my eyes locked on Grant, even though he was outside the office; I could still see the outline of him through the frosted window. Yale cupped my face in her hands and pulled my attention to her. “Amethyst, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I answered, then licked my lips. “When did he get here?”
“A little while ago,” she replied, and I nodded. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, why?” I asked, and she gave me a pretty ass smile.
“You have the same look from this morning.”
