“Exactly!” Jasmine shouted, hyping me up.
I was actually having fun.
Then the music screeched to a halt.
Gasps and “oh shit” rippled through the crowd as every head turned toward the DJ booth.
The massive LED screen behind him lit up in bold white letters:
JASMINE BANKS, YOUR HUSBAND IS OUTSIDE AND SAID BRING YOUR PREGNANT ASS ON.
The entire club lost it. Phones came out as laughter spread through the dance floor.
Jasmine froze. “You’ve got to be shittin’ me.”
I covered my mouth, barely holding in my laughter. “You know he had Fontaine do it.”
Jasmine’s stunned face popped up on the screen, making people start to point their phones at us.
“Oh my God,” she groaned before answering the phone buzzing in her hand. “Cash, what the fuck?”
I grabbed her hand and started steering us back toward our section. Fontaine was standing at the bottom of the stairs with his arms folded.
“You here to deliver her to Money?” I asked, brushing past him.
He caught my arm. “I’m here for you and my sister.”
Rochelle and Drea were already coming down the stairs. Rochelle was shaking her head laughing, and Drea mushed her brother’s head as she passed.
“Oop!” Jasmine said with a laugh, as she headed back up to grab her things.
Fontaine didn’t even flinch. “Tell Monica, Jelani said wrap this shit up and bring her ass on too.”
Monica was on the phone yelling as I grabbed my coat and clutch. “You couldn’t just come in like a normal person, Lani?”
Outside, Cash was double parked and leaning against his black Range Rover with a deep frown on his face as Jasmine approached.
“My whole government blasted for the whole club to see?” she snapped, shoving him in the chest. “Your ass had my name up there like I was a damn delinquent. The hell is wrong with you, Cash?”
“Wrong with me?”he echoed. “You in the club, pregnant with my child like you don’t have no sense. Please don’t piss me off, Jas. You said y’all were just going to dinner like I ain’t got a tracker on your shit.”
“You’re so fucking dramatic?—”
“And you’re hard-headed.”
Monica stormed past us, straight to Jelani’s car.
“The fuck you got Fontaine to come get me like I’m on probation?” she yelled, banging on the passenger window.
Jelani leaned over from the driver’s seat. “Baby doll, we got a flight in a few hours, and I ain’t tryna hear your mouth talkin’ bout you don’t wanna get up because you're hungover.”
She yanked the door open, muttering under her breathas she climbed in his car.
Cash helped Jasmine into the truck while she kept going. “You ain’t have to embarrass me like that. You could’ve just texted.”
“You forgot who you married, mama? That was very on brand for me.”
She glared at him and slammed the door closed.
