Laila immediately jumped in, trying to redirect them.
“Okayyyy, let’s not talk about niggas tonight.”
Neither one of them listened.
“That nigga spent way more time with me,” Nia continued.
“And still dropped your ass,” Alana shot back.
“Ooooh, this spicy!” Sophie laughed from the kitchen.
I grabbed my phone, trying not to laugh too hard.
ME:Yo hoes talking about you.
Vaughn responded almost instantly.
V Saint:funny… not my hoes
I burst out laughing.
ME:LOL. You had a threesome with the boppers. You ain’t tell me that part.
V Saint: Bye, Sade. See you at work tomorrow.
Meanwhile, the argument kept getting worse behind me.
“You’re acting like he wanted you seriously,” Alana said.
“He definitely liked me more than you.”
“Girl, stop. Vaughn only kept you around cause you were easy. Remember… wings and dick.”
The room got louder instantly.
“Bitch!” Jenny laughed.
Laila stood up now. “Okay, y'all are doing too much.”
But Alana kept going.
“Nah, I’m serious. He started acting funny when he started working on them ghetto luxury projects.”
That caught my attention a little bit.
Nia frowned. “What that got to do with anything?”
Alana took another sip of her drink. “Stop acting like we ain’t all seen his ex’s live. Like it ain’t viral now.”
“And?” Laila said.
“And that bitch was onto something,” Alana replied.
I stopped chewing for a second.
Nia rolled her eyes. “Milan is bitter. I told you that on the phone.”
“No… That nigga really obsessed with somebody in this room right now, and it ain’t Laila.”
