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“Trust the process, right? Yeah, right.” I nodded and turned around.

My head started spinning, and I felt like I was going to be sick. He told me he wasn’t dealing with either of them sexually. Yet, they had access to his home and were laid up in his bed together. It seemed to me that they might’ve done this shit often. Either way, I wasn’t about to stand around and watch or be a part of whatever crazy freak show they had going on. I didn’t understand why I had such bad luck when it came to men. At least, that's what it felt like. At that point, I was good on niggas. All they seemed to do was break my heart. Shit, I didn’t even want mine anymore. I should’ve never jumped from one relationship straight into the next. I needed to be by myself anyway.

CHAPTER 29

Ethan Whitmore

Ididn’t know what the fuck possessed these crazy bitches to team up and pull this stunt. Never had I ever called Zenobia out of her name because I respected her as the mother of my child. But this bitch been on one lately, I was over the bullshit. The last time I checked, she and Carla didn’t even get along. Yet they were in my bed fuckin’ on each other like we were on some polygamy type shit. Hearing my front door slam brought me back to my senses.

“Fuck!” I turned around to chase after Ava.

When I stepped outside, she was walking down the street with her phone in hand.

“Ava!”

I called out to her, but she ignored me. I had to do a slight jog to catch up with her. She was walking so damn fast.

“Wait a minute.” I caught her elbow. “I don’t know what the fuck they got going on back there.”

“It’s cool, Ethan. No need to chase after me.” She shrugged and continued walking.

“Ava, baby, listen to me.” I stopped her again. “I’ma handle that shit, but I don’t want you thinking that I’m still fuckin’ on either one of them.”

“It doesn’t matter what I think. I’m good, you’re good, we’re good.” She shrugged again.

We stood staring at each other for several seconds.

“Alright, well, let me make sure these bitches are out of my house, so we can continue on with our night.” I studied her face.

From a distance, I saw both Zenobia and Carla come outside just as a car pulled up, which they hopped into. As soon as I got the chance, I planned to pay both of them a visit. I should’ve been changed my fuckin locks, so that was a fuck up on my end.

“I’m fine, actually.”

Another car pulled up at the end of my driveway, and she turned to head in that direction.

“Amore.”

As expected, she stopped dead in her tracks. But what I didn’t expect was the words that came out of her mouth.

“I’m done, Ethan.”

Shit, I had no words for that. I watched her walk to the car and get in the back seat. As the car drove past me, I felt my heart rate increase the further it got away.

Flying like a bat out of hell, my first stop was to my baby momma’s house. As far as Carla was concerned, I was going to handle her ass, but the shit that she pulled was expected of her. That was some shit she did every once in a while. But Zenobia? That wasn’t like her.

The lights were on in her house, which told me she was already home. I threw my car in park, stormed up to the front door, and used my key to let myself in. I wasn’t worried about Zoie being around because I knew Big Momma was keeping her this weekend.

“Zenobia!” I yelled.

I didn’t get an answer as I stalked through her house. As soon as I walked into her bedroom, she was coming out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around her body. Without warning, I snatched her up by the neck and banged her against the door frame. She had me all out of character because I’d never had to jack her ass up like that.

“Are you out here smoking crack now? What the fuck was that shit? Huh?” I seethed.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she held onto my wrists.

“I… I… I don’t know. I just wanted to get your attention. Do something I thought you’d like.”

“Bullshit! You and Carla hoe ass don’t even get along. So, how the fuck did y’all end up in my bed together?”