“Heyy, Auntyy,” she sang, wrapping her arms around my waist. “I think my friend could use a break.” She smiled.
“Oh.” Mama Jess laughed. “Y’all know I can get carried away. I done took over, and she hasn’t even spoken to the daddy. Go head, Dai. We’ll catch up more later.” She kissed my cheek, and Key pulled me away.
“Girl, how’d you know I needed you?”
“I saw you kept swaying from side to side. And I have those Dior slingbacks. I said,my bitch feet hurt.”
“And do.”
We both cracked up laughing as we walked around the dance floor to the other side of the room.
“I’m taking you to your seat.”
I nodded, following close behind her. We passed a couple tables then stopped at one toward the back where Pryce was seated alone. There was an empty chair on the side of him that Key pointed to.
“This is your seat, friend,” she said, pulling out the chair for me. After warning Pryce to be nice, she told me she’d be back.
“Hey,” I spoke first, setting my purse down on the table.
“Wassup?” He replied in a way that was inviting yet semi closed off.
I didn’t point it out nor let it bother me. I mean, this was the Pryce I knew. It took him a minute to process once he felt wronged. Turning my back to him, I people watched and danced in my seat. The DJ had just dropped Usher’sHey Daddy (Daddy’s Home), and that was my song. Baby Boo was an active little something today, kicking every time I moved like it knew we were at a function.
“You made the appointment yet?” I heard Pryce ask.
“It’s the weekend,” I said over my shoulder. “I’ll do it in the morning.”
“Cool. Come here so I can say hi to my baby.”
I turned my body so that I was fully facing him. “You should’ve been the first person to greet us at the door. Instead, you over here sulking.”
He scooted his chair up and placed his hand on my belly. The baby kicked, pulling a smile from him.
“I ain’t sulking. I knew how my people would be once they saw you. So, I gave them their time. Especially my mama.”
“You’re not a good liar.”
“You’re right. I still ain’t feeling you,” he spoke honestly. “But yet I still have the urge to hold you and stick my tongue in your mouth then my dick.”
My mouth fell open, and my body heated up. Leaning forward, he kissed my belly.
“You hungry?”
I wanted to say yes, but not for no food. Feed me dick and dick only. “I don’t think your girl would be okay with you offering up dick to your ex,” I said instead.
“I’m just as single as you betta be. My dick go where I say it go.”
I caught the threat. “You may tell me what to do when it comes to this baby, but this pussy is mine to speak over.”
He licked his lips and slowly dragged his hand from my belly down to my inner thigh. “That pussy does what I tell her to do when I tell her to do it. Now, are you hungry?”
I eased up to the edge of my seat. “You think you still got it like that?” I challenged, turned on by his dominance and aggression.
“I’m gon’ always have it like that, Dai. I told you the moment I put my dick at your entrance, and you begged me to stick it in. Your pussy is mine. And I know for a fact that you ain’t give it to that rapper nigga. Ask me how I know.”
I was treading a thin line. My nipples were hard, my pussy was wet, and my palms were sweaty. Still, I answered him. “How you know?”
“Because you wouldn’t be able to face me.” In that moment, he’d switched to serious mode. We both knew he couldn’t have said a truer statement. “You eat yet?”
