“No,” I shake my head. “That was just Mitch. We were talking about the sink in the boy’s bathroom.”
“Who’s Mitch?”
Jada tosses her long hair over her shoulder. “Relax, Cupid. She and Mitch are just friends.”
Kareem leans back in his seat. His dark chocolate, unblemished skin is flawless in his fitted blue suit. He reminded me of Morris Chestnut in the 90s. Not so much by looks, but his entire style from the low-cut fade to the thick low brows, and the perfectly trimmed goatee. Even the way he talked put me in mind of the actor.
“That doesn’t mean they can’t end up together. Jameel and I were just friends, and so were you and I.”
Jada rolls her eyes. “You and I were never an actual couple. And the only reason you were friends with Meel first is because you couldn’t fuck him because we were still married.”
Kareem lets out a hearty laugh.
From my understanding, before Jada and Kareem ever got married, they had been childhood friends. A friendship that has remained even after the divorce. Apparently, Jada always knew Kareem was gay but agreed to marry him to protect his image. Kareem is an attorney too, but he works at one of the most prestigious and conservative law firms in the city. Not to mention, his father is the pastor of a large church about an hour away from here.
Just then, Jameel walked around the corner. He has a lighter complexion, much lighter than my peanut-brown skin tone. His hazel eyes were gorgeous. And he had one of those bone structures that models love.
“Hey babe.” Kareem stands as soon as his man is in front of him.
The two of them kiss so passionately that I get that ache in my heart. I miss being in love like that.
“Alright, you two,” Jada says, climbing to her feet with me beside her.
Jameel pulls away from Kareem and goes over to Jada, placing a kiss on both her cheeks.
“And look at you, looking like a queen. I told you those shoes would be a great addition to your wardrobe.”
Jada sticks her foot out, showing off her alligator-skin high heels.
“I’m so glad my ex-husband found someone with a little style,” she says. “Lord knows the man can’t match a damn suit with a tie.”
“Don’t I know it,” Jameel chuckles.
“Okay. I’m standing right here.”
Jameel goes back over to Kareem and wraps his arms around him. “We know, baby. That’s why we said it.”
He and Jada laughed before sobering up.
“Alright,” Jameel says. “Now, who is this friend you need me to makeover?”
Immediately, I start to feel out of place again. Next to the three of them, I looked like I had climbed out of a discount bin at Goodwill.
“Oh, wow!” Jameel grins as he walks up to me. “You are gorgeous.”
“Uh, thank you.”
Jada crossed her arms over her chest, giving me a narrowed gaze. “She doesn’t always see that. Glad you could point it out to her.”
“Don’t worry, I get it.” Jameel winks at me. “Let me guess, somewhere along the way you lost yourself in being a mommy and a wife, and you forgot you are a beautiful and sexy individual.”
Damn, he did get it. Like I said, it’s not that I thought I wasn’t beautiful. It’s just that I’ve gone so long without worrying about how other men saw me I never even took the time to see myself.
“I’m getting back to finding that part of me.”
He smiles warmly. “That’s why we’re here. We are going to bring that sexy woman back out. So, what are you thinking?”
He tugs at my low ponytail, running his fingers through it.
