Santa Bae by Diamond D. Johnson

Author:Diamond D. Johnson [Johnson, Diamond D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-12-19T05:00:00+00:00

“What we drinking?” Loyal asked as she walked into the kitchen where Twinkle and I were.

We were at Twinkle’s house, getting ready to walk out the door soon to go to Truth’s game tonight. I liked basketball, but in the past year, I had really gotten heavy into watching it because my best friend’s man played for the Lakers. Twinkle was always dragging my ass with her to the games, or I would have a date night with Mehki, and we would go together, so that had me really into basketball. Loyal was in town because my girl was thinking about expanding and had come down to look at some potential locations for a store out in LA. I thought it was so sweet that Saint had given that to her as an early Christmas gift. The man was so excited that he’d basically spilled the beans about the gift a few days ago, and she landed in Cali this morning. Twinkle and I had been running the streets with her all day while a realtor she found out here took her around, showing her properties.

“I’m toasting with some water,” I blurted out.

“Mia, fuckin’ please! Bitch, are you pregnant?” Twinkle shot, looking at me like she would really slap the shit out of me if I was pregnant. Loyal was looking at me the same way.

“No, I’m not pregnant! Damn, if shit ever goes left and this birth control isn’t as effective as it’s supposed to be, and I happen to pop up pregnant, I just know not to tell your ass first. Damn!” I snapped, rolling my eyes at her.

“Why you not drinking, then?” Loyal asked.

“Damn, because a bitch don’t want nothing to drink, that means I’m pregnant? I just been drinking too much. What? Y’all want me to piss on a stick or something? Twinkle, I was just smoking with you two days ago, so how I’m pregnant?” I asked, having to remind her of our recent session.

I wasn’t a weed smoker like that, but I’ll admit to hitting the blunt every blue moon. I mainly smoked with my husband, but Twinkle and I would hit the blunt together sometimes as well. Hell, with four damn kids, I finished off a bottle of wine by myself damn near each night.

“I almost want to tell you to piss on a stick, but I guess I’ll take your word,” Loyal shot.

She and Twinkle took their shots, and right after, we all ended up leaving. We each had our own little looks going on tonight. Twinkle was in a custom cropped jersey, supporting her man while showing off her flat stomach and belly button piercing. Her jeans were skintight, and they were low riders, so if she dared to bend down, her ass would be out. She had on heels that had her standing up a little higher and a long weave ponytail that went all the way down to her ass. Her make-up was done to perfection as she held her Chanel bag, looking like the perfect NBA wife.

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