“Yes, it matters.”
“No, I don't want him.”
He looked at me, searching my eyes to see if I was lying. “Alright,” he finally said. It was as if my hazel eyes told him something my mouth didn’t. “You shouldn’t have me feeling like this.”
“Like what?”
“Jealous. I’m trying to keep this just about them,” he said as he pointed to my stomach. “But you are making it hard.”
“I’m not.” I pouted.
“Man, let me get out of here before I put something between them pretty ass lips.”
He rubbed my belly, then gave me a quick peck before leaving.
Chapter 14
“You really don’t look pregnant. If anything, you look a little bloated.” Imani said as we slid out of the Uber.
“I don’t know.” I frowned as I ran my hands down the front of my dress. It was tight and short as hell.
“We are already here. So just relax and try to have fun. You look gorgeous. I wouldn’t have let you out of the house if I thought otherwise. Trust the tiny baby bump you have is what I have after eating dinner.” Imani said as we walked through the club. Telling a homebody to try and have fun in a club was asinine. Especially when I couldn’t drink. But she was right, I needed to try to enjoy the night because in the few months, the only bottles service I’ll be having will be sponsored by Enfamil.
Seeing India in our section pissed me off. I couldn’t blame my friends for inviting her. They had no idea we weren’t cool anymore.
I didn’t want to fuck up the friend group, so the only people who knew about what India did were Imani, Royal, and me.
“Ignore her,” Imani said as she handed me a shot glass. “It’s water.” She said. “And the bottle girls are going to keep them coming for you.”
“Thanks,” I said. We turned to our group of friends, who were now ready to cheer. I took a picture of several hands holding shots, then posted it on Instagram.
After my third fake shot, I started to enjoy myself. I was standing on top of the couch with Imani. India kept looking my way. I’m not going to lie, I missed her, but what she did was unforgivable. I looked down at my ringing phone. Of course, it was Cane.
Cane: I know this ain’t you
I looked at the picture he had sent and sucked my teeth. It was a picture of two girls smiling. It clearly wasn’t me, but in the very corner of the picture, he had circled a small, blurry figure in the back. Me.
Me: It’s not
He sent me another picture. This one was from my Instagram.
Cane: I know you’re not crazy enough to be drinking while you’re pregnant
Me: I’m not
Me: How did you even see that? My Instagram is private!
Cane: My nail page is following you
Me: You do nails?
When I didn’t get a response, I went back to enjoying my friends.
“Can we talk?” India asked.
“I really don’t have anything to say to you.”
“I know, but I just wanted to say sorry.”
