“Bitch?” my brows hiked. “Fake bougie? Nah. That’s never been me.” Removing the lid from my coffee cup, I tossed the warm liquid in his face. “Better be glad it wasn’t scalding, bitch.”
I sauntered out of the coffee shop with a scowl on my face. Despite my reservations, I was going to listen to London and start a YouTube channel for baking. However, I baked two to three times a week, but I refused to upload that many videos. I wanted multiple streams of income, but I also wanted something for me that was relaxing and more of a hobby than a job. Tokeep some of the workload off myself, I posted and asked around for good editors. Not having to edit my own videos would be a life saver, so it was a service I’d be willing to pay for. Out of all the recommendations I got, two of them were black men, and I chose one of the men as a way to put money in a black man’s pocket. Clearly, I had picked the wrong one.
Men that made everything about sex were so cringe to me. He could have gotten business out of the way and then expressed interest by asking me out on a date. Making references about my body or sex two minutes into us meeting was lame as hell. No, I didn’t want to see him on a regular basis, and I didn’t want to put money in his pocket either. Since my meeting ended earlier than expected, I was going to arrive at the bridal shop early, but that was fine. My sister’s wedding party was getting fitted for our dresses. I still couldn’t believe my sissy was getting married and to a rich man at that.
I hated that every now and again I got nervous. My sister was so happy. She was literally glowing. She wasn’t a weak chick that couldn’t function without a man, and I watched her bounce back gracefully after Corey. However, I still found myself praying that Hymn wasn’t a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and that he’d remain exactly how he was. I wasn’t sure if she could take another heartbreak. Plus, the triplets were very fond of Hymn. Honestly, I think they were beginning to like him better than their own father because Corey was still inconsistent and selfish. As much as Brion didn’t want to, she even told the girls they could invite him to their birthday party, but I doubted he’d even show up.
The music stopped playing, and I glanced over to see who was calling. With a sigh, I groaned lowly. Ever since I stood Joey up, I had pretty much ghosted him. This was the fourth time he’d called me, and I wished he’d get the hint. Granted, maybe he was worried because during our last conversation, I told him I hadstrep throat but still. Ugh, I disliked a man that couldn’t read the room. I wasn’t interested. I tried to be, but I just wasn’t.
Brion and I arrived at the bridal shop at the same time, and I smiled. My sister was always punctual, and I was generally the opposite. She hopped out of her Escalade with a shocked expression on her face. “Is this my sister fifteen minutes early?”
“Girl, yes. I had a business meeting that was an absolute fail. The way most men think with their dicks should be studied. Trying to do business with one is enough to give me the ick.”
“I have something that will make you feel better. You ready for some good ole ghetto tea?”
“Always,” I lit up with anticipation.
“Soooo,” she sang with a devilish smirk. “According to Alisa, Imani and Corey had just got back good when some chick popped up claiming to be pregnant by him.”
“Shut up!” My eyes were wide as saucers.
“Yeap. Shorty said she got a tattoo that took three hours, and they drank and smoked the entire time. When he was done with the tattoo, they had sex in the shop, and she’s with child. Imani went upside that head with a frying pan, and the police came when she was busting the windows out of his car, so they both went to jail. This is the second time.”
“Brion,” I put my hand over my mouth.
“A week after the incident, he popped up at her house, and she was having sex with some dude. Mind you, she’s supposed to give birth any day now. Corey and the guy got to fighting, and Corey got his ass whooped. His left eye is swollen shut, so he won’t get the girls because he doesn’t want them to see him like that.”
I laughed so hard, tears ran down my cheeks. My stomach was hurting so bad, I was gasping for air, but I couldn’t stop laughing. I was still laughing when Alisa pulled up and parked beside Brion.
Finally, I was able to stop laughing. “That man is a sad case,” I wiped the tears away. “You left him, and his life literally went to shit. He has to feel so stupid.”
“Of course he does, and I don’t feel sorry for him. He deserves Imani. I hope they have a long happy life together.”
Alisa rolled her eyes at the mention of her cousin’s name. “Please. She has some slow sucker willing to step up and take care of her and the baby. The one that closed Corey’s eye up. I don’t know what he does, but apparently, he has a good job, and Imani is serious about kicking Corey to the curb. She said his new baby mama can have him.”
“It’s really sad that he’s out here making babies continuously, and he doesn’t even really provide for the girls. He hasn’t so much as gotten them a pair of sneakers since I left him, but he has the nerve to try and get mad when Hymn buys them things. This man actually said Hymn is trying to buy the girls. I told his dumb ass it’s working too. He damn near started foaming at the mouth.”
“Oh sister,” I shook my head. “I’m so glad you dodged that bullet. Please let’s go in here and try on these dresses, so I can relish in how pretty you look. I’m also going to post the pictures of you in the dresses you don’t choose since I know that bum stalks my page,” I grinned.
“So petty.” Brion linked her arm through mine. “I love it.”
CHAPTER 7
ISAAC
I was trying reallyhard to keep my composure because I was at the doctor’s office with London for a prenatal appointment, and it wasn’t the time or the place to talk about the fact that the sheriff had served me with divorce papers that morning. When I realized what he was actually handing me, my heart fell into my ass. She was really going through with it. Miamor’s dumb ass messaged me on social media from a fake page and told me she talked to London. Once I got caught and decided I wanted my marriage to work, I blocked Miamor and Jenette on everything.
I knew London was going to be pissed. I expected her to call me and curse me out but divorce papers? I wanted to slap the taste out of Miamor’s mouth, but it wasn’t her fault. It was mine and nobody’s but mine. Right there in the waiting room, I swallowed down a lump as I thought back to the night that ruined my life.
I wanted to blame all the shots I was tossing back on the fact that it was the first time I hadn’t played like shit since things went left in my marriage. They should have been celebratory shots. The truth of the matter was that more than likely, I was getting shit faced because things had no doubt gone beyond left in my marriage. Of course, I trusted London. I was justconfused on how Omar’s feelings seemed to be more important than mine. I didn’t want his sad ass crying in my wife’s ear, and she didn’t seem to grasp that. There was a such thing as emotional cheating. I didn’t think it was there yet, but the more they conversed, and Omar acted all sad and heartbroken and shit, I couldn’t be for sure that London’s heartstrings wouldn’t be activated. Shit, they had history.
Even though I felt some type of way, I had still been a good husband and was avoiding temptation, but seeing Omar comment on one of London’s social media posts damn near sent a nigga into a rage. He was leaving fire emoji’s under her picture, and I didn’t like it. The fact that she wouldn’t cut communication with that nigga had me ready to rip his head off. I was close as hell to replying to his comment with some disrespectful words but instead, I took my anger out on the field. After the game, I went out for drinks and describing what I was doing as overdrinking would be generous.
Two sexy ass women were sauntering toward me just as I’d finished shot number whatever. They were a complete contrast, and the perfect definition of the best of both worlds. One stood about 5’8 while the other barely appeared to be 5’4, and that was with heels on. The taller one had light skin while the other looked like she’d been dipped in the richest chocolate. The taller of the two had full lips and a surgically enhanced body that had been a little too enhanced in the hip area, but she was still fuckable.
Pretty Brown was petite in stature and slim thick with a pixie cut. Both were bad, but she’d be the one for sure if I had to choose. The way both of them had eyes filled with lust as they ogled me, it was hard to discern which one of them was going to try and shoot their shot. It wasn’t unusual for my dick to harden when in the presence of a bad chick. I was married not dead. But this erection felt different. Like I didn’t want it to godown on its’ own. London and I hadn’t really been having sex and the last time we did, it wasn’t our usual. We may as well have been two strangers trying to get a quick nut. It was the first time since I’d known her that the sex wasn’t mind blowing. It was mid at best and there was no connection.
“Good game. I’m Miamor,” the tall one ran her tongue across her top lip. “This is my friend, Jenette. We wanted to know if we could get an autograph?”
