She snatched her arm back. “None of your fucking business.”
I started pacing in her entryway, rubbing the top of my head. “Why you ain’t call me when it happened?”
“Would you even have answered?” She challenged. “I didn’t feel like dealing with your bullshit, so I handled it, because that’s what grown people do.”
“Why didn’t you have Monica help?”
“She was at work. And I knew if she told Jelani, he’d tell you—which is exactly what happened.”
“So who’d you call?”
Her mouth opened, then shut. Something flashed in her eyes before her face hardened again.
“Who, Jasmine?”
“Marcus.”
I nodded slowly. “But it wasn’t serious, right?”
“What aren’t you getting?” she said, clapping her hands for emphasis. “I didn’t have anybody else to call!”
“You fuck him for that new car?” I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth.
Jasmine’s face twisted like I’d slapped her, but she caught herself. Her lips curled in a cold smile as she crossed her arms.
“He bought me the car, andthenI fucked him. You happy now? That’s what you wanna hear, Cash? So you can stay mad? I didn’t even ask him for that shit!”
“I didn’t?—”
She wagged a finger at me. “No. Don’t backtrack now. You said what you said. I don’t know why you even care. Haven’t you been busy with your baby mama?”
I reared back. “Baby mama? The fuck are you talking about?”
“Don’t act dumb,” Jasmine said, rolling her neck at me. “Princess told me she was having your baby.”
I hadn’t seen Princess since the night she and Jas got into it at my party. I’d been ignoring her calls and texts for weeks.
“And you believed her?” I asked, squinting.
“She had a bump and everything!”
I rubbed my temples. Dealing with Marcus’s shit was already blowing me—now Princess wanted to start some shit too?
With an annoyed sigh, I pulled out my phone, found her name, and put it on speaker.
It rang twice before she picked up.
“Hey–”
“Where you at?” I cut her off. I wasn’t trying to exchange pleasantries with this bitch.
“I’m at the shop. Why?”
“Bet. I’m ‘bout to come through,” I hung up and shoved my phone back in my pocket. “Get dressed.”
Jasmine looked at me like I had five heads. “Excuse me?”
“Put some clothes on. Unless you tryna go out wrapped in a towel.”
