“Aint shit changed with your grinning ass.” Michelle said.
“What?” I asked.
“You be just a skinning and grinning at these niggas.”
“Whatever.” I laughed as I rolled my eyes.
“Are you an undercover slut?” Joy asked in her prim and proper voice, fucking with me.
I was about to answer her when I became distracted. I blinked my eyes a few times hoping that they were deceiving me. No, it was him. Khalil had just walked in with one of his boys.
I guess Michelle must have picked up on the expression on my face. “What’s wrong?” she asked me as she turned around to find what I was looking at.
“Oh, shit. You don’t think that he’ll start some shit?” Joy asked me.
I took a deep breath. “I don’t know what he’ll do, but it’s cool. I got 911 on speed dial.”
“And that’s for real.” Michelle added.
That day just continued to get worse. The damn waitress sat those niggas in the booth right next to us. Khalil made sure to sit where he could face me. “What the fuck is really good.” I said to no one in particular. He was openly staring at me.
“You want to leave?” Joy asked me just above a whisper.
“No, it’s all good. We came here to have a good time.” I was still hungry as hell and was not about to starve my baby. Khalil was a nobody as far as I was concerned.
I rather be with you cause I love the way you scream my name. And there‘s no other man that gives me what I want and makes me feel this way. I rather be with you cause you work so hard to take care of me. I rather be with you…my cell phone rang. Beyonce was a clear indication that Jahrein on the line.
“Hello.” I answered.
“What you and the baby doing?” he asked me sounding upbeat.
“We’re at Pappadeaux’s eating some fondue.”
“Oh yeah? What time are you coming home?” he asked me.
“I don’t know, maybe in another hour or two.”
“Why so long?”
“Cause we just got the appetizer. The main course in still on the way.”
“Oh well, do y’all mind if I join y’all?”
I didn’t want him to come there and get into a confrontation with Khalil. “I don’t know, baby. By the time you get here we’ll probably be done.”
“Which Pappadeaux’s are you at?” he pried. It didn’t seem as though he was going to let this go.
“The one right off of 610.” I revealed.
“That’s what I thought. I just drove past there. Then I remembered that you was supposed to be having lunch there. What, I can’t have lunch with my wife and her friends?”
I gulped. “Sure you can, baby.”
“Okay, well I’ll be there in about two minutes. Order me some fried and stuffed shrimp if you can.”
“Okay.” I agreed right before I hung up the phone.
“Was that Jahrein?” Michelle asked me.
