Days later…
Cali rapped, “After the show it’s the after party and—”
“It’s time to go back to the loft,” Irish interrupted her.
“Don't cut my verse off. I was just getting to the best part.”
It had been a day of pampering and fun. After getting up, Cali and Irish went to the spa. Afterward, they had brunch at a popular spot then went shopping. Now they were heading back to Cali’s so they could get dressed for dinner.
Cali had found a winery on a train that ran through the outskirts of Diamond Falls. Despite her not being able to drink, Irish was excited to share this new experience with Cali.
“Damn, I needed this trip,” she confessed, sitting on the passenger side of Cali’s car.
“I can tell. I hated how sad you sounded before you came.”
“Yeah, me too,” she mumbled.
Surprisingly, Irish hadn’t cried in two days. Usually, she ended her night with tears, thinking about Jovanis and Noble. Cali had been keeping her busy since she’d been in Diamond Falls. Still, she couldn’t keep thoughts of Noble away. She thought of him every hour of the day. Irish needed him so badbut she didn’t want to make the first move, especially since he was the one that ended the relationship.
“But we’re about to bring your birthday in with style and fun. Are you ready to turn thirty-three with your young ass?”
Irish playfully rolled her eyes. “You swear you got a lot of years over me.”
“I’m still older,” Cali teased.
Irish stared at her for a moment. “You think you're slick trying to distract me with all these lavish activities.”
“Huh?”
“Huh?” she mocked her. “What happened with you and Rio? I know you said y’all talked but I need details.”
Cali sighed while approaching a stoplight. “We talked about everything. He apologized to me for not being a good husband and admitted that he fucked Rozalin to get back at me.”
“I mean we knew that already, though.”
“Right,” she agreed. “But it was a productive talk. No one got mad or called each other out of their name. It was the first civil conversation we’d had since our divorce.”
“So all is forgiven?”
Cali flashed a knowing look before driving off. “I wouldn’t go that far. I mean, Rio did get into an accident because Braye’s bitch-ass cut his brake line. I think there’s a part of him that will always hate me for that. I get it…” She shrugged.
“Speaking of that lunatic, what happened to him?”
“I don't know. Last I checked, he was on the run.”
“I hope the police catch his pathetic ass.”
“No.” Cali shook her head. “I hope he dies. I know that’s mean to say but he tried to ruin me so fuck him.”
“Yeah, I feel you.” Irish smirked. “So after the talk, what happened with you and Rio?”
Cali glanced at her and started laughing.
“What’s so damn funny?”
“Okay, so he walked me back to the house and I bid him a goodnight. Before he left, he asked to use the bathroom.”
“Oh, my God.” Irish laughed. “Did you really fall for that?”
