“So when I asked him what the hell was up with that, he said he was with Riggs at his girl’s house, and she was talking to him, not Reg.”
“And you believe that bullshit?”
“Yes and no. Riggs spoke up, telling whoever the hoe was to shut up before I got mad, thinking she was talking to Reg and not him?—”
“And what did the hoe say?”
“Nothing.”
“You know his boy would lie for him, right?”
“Yeah, I do, but I don’t have any proof other than that. I mean, sometimes I think it’s possible that he might cheat, but…”
“Trust your gut, Joi. I didn’t and my man had a whole baby on me. I knew something wasn’t right, but I ignored my gut and believed him.”
“I know. I’m gonna give it some time, but I will definitely be on his ass. Trust me.”
“You better. Don’t get played like I did, Joi. I mean it. That shit hurt, but more than anything, it made me feel dumb for not knowing better.”
“Ny, don’t do that. It’s not about you. It’s about him.”
“I’m a grown ass woman. I needed to know better. It was about me believing in a man more than I believed in myself. Never again, though.” She pushed out an exasperated breath before moving on. “So, the barber, this East dude. He was cool? Nick seemed to like him. That’s good.”
At the mention of East, Joi’s cheeks flushed and her body warmed. She had been trying her best to extract him from her mind, butdamn.
“Ah, shit. It looks like Reg is not the problem.Youare,” Nyelle teased, picking up on the change in Joi’s demeanor.
“Shut up. I’m not a cheater.”
“You haven’t been but looks like you want to be. He must be fine. Got your brown ass blushing. What’s the deets, boo?”
“Nothing. He’s aight. Nothing to trip over, and he was kinda annoying.”
“Annoying how?”
“Just saying anything kinda annoying. You know I don’t rock like that. I wanted to chop his ass in the throat.”
Nyelle grinned and rolled her eyes. “I bet. Sounds more like you wanted him to chop you in your throat with something long and hard.”
Joi burst out laughing and shot Nyelle a bird.
“See, that’s why I don’t tell you anything. I’m about to go, though. We still going to Presidential tonight?”
“Yeah, I guess so. Nick is going to be with my mom for a week to give me a break, so I might as well. You know it’s a whole movement for me to get out these days since I’m a single parent now.”
“Aight, cool. You’re driving, though.”
“Nooooo,” Nyelle whined.
“Well, I’m not, so we can Uber or it’s not happening.”
“Uber then. I’ll schedule it and do a multi-stop, so I’ll swing through about ten.”
“My girl. Get an X. I don’t want to be in a Kia or no compact shit.”
“You paying?”
“Nope, you just said I was broke, Ny, but you love me, so you got it.” Joi blew Nyelle a kiss and headed to the door, grabbing her purse off the sofa in the process.
