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“You serious?”

“I said no, didn’t I?”

He studied me for a second, then nodded, but I could tell he wasn’t feeling it. Randy worked with people I ain’t rock with.

I walked off, checking on a shipment that had just come in, flipping through a couple of numbers in my head while I talked to one of the workers. Everything lined up how it was supposed to, but I still went over it again, asking questions I already knew the answers to.

That wasn’t like me, but I wasn’t about to say that out loud.

CK called something out from behind me, asking about a delivery window. I answered him, but I had to think about what he said for a second before I responded, and that alone had me slightly irritated.

I grabbed a water, took a sip, and set it down without even remembering where I put it.

Brain fog,I thought. That was always a red flag for my mental health.

Everything was running how it should.

Everything was in place.

Still ain’t sit right.

I pulled my phone out, scrolling through messages I hadn’t touched.

Alana. Nia.

I stared at both names for a second, thumb hovering like I was really about to make a decision off it.

“Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head at myself.

I locked the phone and slid it back in my pocket.

“I’m about to slide,” I told CK, walking back toward the front.

He looked at me. “You good?”

“I’m straight.”

He nodded, but I could tell he clocked something. He just wasn’t about to press it.

I stepped outside, pulled my keys out, and got in the truck, sitting there for a second before starting it.

My jaw tightened, head still not slowing down.

“I need to bust a nut,” I said low, more to myself than anything.

No thought behind it. Just needed something easy that didn’t require anything from me.

I pulled my phone back out, opened the thread, and typed.

Me: You free?

I sent it and pulled off.

Nia Bashra

“I know exactly what I am to him… but this time, it didn’t feel the same.”

Ihad two days off work, and today was my rest day. Working as a hotel manager at the Beverly Hills, dealing with people who thought money made them important. That’s why I didn’t talk much when Vaughn brought up money and thought I was with him for it. I made good money, my family came from money, so I didn’t need money from a man. Only time… and dick.