Baby Momma Saga, Part 2 by Ni'chelle Genovese

Author:Ni'chelle Genovese [Genovese, Ni'chelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2017-10-23T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 32

An Equal Sign

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Ain’t Nothing but Stacked Up Minuses

Devon wouldn’t speak to me let alone look at me after the officers released him from the squad car. He’d stood there with his eyes mysteriously hooded by his dark lashes, feeling withdrawn and distant. In the entire time we’d been together, I’d never seen him so angry and cold. I just kept waiting for him to turn around and blind me with that disarming boyish smile or wink at me, but nothing happened. Standing in jaw-gaping wide-eyed disbelief, I watched as he got in the Land Cruiser and with a stony voice suggested that one of “my girls” drop me off at the house. It was as if my best friend had sped off and left me holding the sack on the day of the championship three-legged race. I’d just felt the other end of betrayal’s double-edged blade.

Denise had called one of her nieces to pick up her and Towanna, and they’d agreed to let me ride with them. The girls had all decided that drinks were in order after what they declared from beginning to end as “the official hell date of the year.” I was outnumbered and outvoted. As bad as I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry, it would just have to wait until later. Of course they’d pick a strip club of all places.

I was sitting in Liquid Blue all the way out Newport News far from where I really wanted to be. My head hurt and my eyes hurt. I was squinting against all these bright blue neon lights that just followed me and magnified whenever I close my eyes. Towanna’s buying, so of course the shot of the night was her signature drink, Pixy Stix. After about four of those things I just felt like I was gonna be Pixy Sick. All I could think about was how mad Devon looked and how horrible I felt for trying to turn him in. I mean, in the time I’d known the man, granted, he did put me in his asylum, but he still took really good care of me. It was more than Rasheed or Ris or anyone had ever done for me. He’d never cheated on me or lied to me, and the one time that I should have trusted him, I took him to the Feds and straight up turned his ass in.

There couldn’t have been any way possible for me to feel like the world’s biggest douche. Until someone thought it’d make me feel better if I got a lap dance. Dynasty spun my barstool around and climbed, yes, climbed on top of me. She’d started grinding all over me and I couldn’t breathe because, one, I had Dynasty’s double Ds up my nose, and two, I’d started crying. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, there I was, having a complete emotional breakdown in the middle of the strip club. Ass, titties, liquor, and tears . . .

Towanna, the guilty party, pulled me in to the ladies’ room.

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