“Hoe, I knew you was good. I followed your moves on your story and you know Reese is about to be all up your ass. You might not have shown Vega’s face, but there was no denying you were riding around all night with another man.”
Maybe, how late?
“Girl, nobody is worried about Reese. He better be watching his hoe’s story and not mine.”
“You might not be worried about him, but you know he’s worried about you. Did he not just pull up at your job a few days ago and threaten your whole existence?”
Nyelle sucked her teeth, thinking about his pop up and warning. “Girl, fuck Reese. You don’t get to cheat, have a whole baby, then try to police my moves. I wish a muhfucka would.”
“Oh, don’t wish, boo. Know because he is and will, but if he comes at you wrong, you know we’re gonna beat that ass.”
“Joi, you can’t fight.”
“Yes, I can,” she shot back defensively.
“No,you can’t.”
Nyelle glanced at her screen again and there was still no reply from Vega, so she leaned back in her chair and focused on the call.
“Okay, fine, but you didn’t have to call me out like that.”
“Whatever, so what’s with you? How was your ride home?”
“Don’t say it like that. It was just a ride home. Nothing major.”
“So you didn’t ride him on the way home? Because y’all were all cozy before you left and the man is fine.”
“I’m glad you think so highly of me. I do still have a man…”
“A cheating ass man, and what?”
“I don’t have proof?—”
“Yes, you do. I told your slow ass to trust your gut.”
“You’re about to make me ride up to that doctor’s office and slap your rude ass. Stop interrupting me and let me speak. I was gonna say, I don’t have any tangible proof, but I know he is. I just have to talk to him.”
“About what? You know he’s gonna lie.”
“I know he’s gonna lie, but that doesn’t mean I have to stay with him.”
“Wait, so you’re gonna break up with Reg?”
“I’m thinking about it.”
“Because of the cheating or because of East?”
Nyelle waited, even though she already sensed she knew the answer.
“I like East, he’s cool, but he’s not the reason. You know I haven’t been feeling Reg that much over the past few months. He’s always tripping about me spending too much time at the shop and complaining about how he wasted money on it. That shit is annoying. Don’t do something for me then throw it in my face. I’m about to give him his money back and tell him we need some space.”
“Don’t give him shit. You earned that for putting up with his stupid ass and you don’t have that type of money anyway.”
“I have a line of credit from my bank. I don’t ever want anyone to hold anything over my head, and I know Reg, he will. Hell, he damn near throws it in my face now every time he can’t get his way. I need grown men to act like…”
“East,” Nyelle chimed after cutting her girl off.
“No, hoe, I was going to say like grown men.”
