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"I told him I had a boyfriend."

Armani looked at me for a second before busting out laughing. "The same boyfriend you was just complaining about on the way here?"

I rolled my eyes. "Armani."

"No, answer the question."

We climbed into the car, and I shut the door.

"The same boyfriend you think cheating?"

"I don't know if he's cheating," I sighed as I buckled my seatbelt.

"Bitch..."

"I don't."

"You've accused that man three times this week."

"Because something don't feel right."

Armani started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. "Or maybe you're overthinking."

I looked out the passenger window as the club disappeared in the side mirror. Maybe, maybe not. Either way, tonight was interesting. The girl still had it and the one man that every woman threw themselves at was interested in me.

CHAPTER FOUR

The music from Noir Lounge was still ringing in my ear as I climbed into Taffy's car and slammed the door.

She looked over at me. "You good?"

"No."

She pulled out of the parking lot. "You going home?"

"Don't take me home."

Taffy sighed. "Girl, where are we going?"

"The penthouse."

Her head snapped so fast I thought she was about to miss the light. "Bitch, hell no."

"Yep."

"I'm not driving over there."

"You are."

"I don't wanna hear that crazy motherfucker mouth."

"You don't have to." I waved my hand. "Just drop me off."

"Shania..."

I stared out the window. "Jokah got me fucked up if he thinks I'm finna sit at home while he entertains that bitch from the club."

Taffy laughed loud enough to wake the dead. "I swear you need help."