Wives, Fiancées, and Side-Chicks of Hotlanta by Sheree Whitfield

Author:Sheree Whitfield
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781496709875
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2016-11-16T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

“That must have been some impression you made on ole boy,” Casey said as she, Sasha, and Paris walked the mall.

From what Sasha could tell, she and Paris had hit the mall just to do a little window shopping, but clearly Casey had her husband’s black card, because she was buying up everything that shimmered bright enough to make her stop and do a double take.

“Why did you say that?” Sasha was quick to ask. Her heart began beating a gazillion miles per minute. Or maybe it had stopped. She wasn’t sure at this point. She wouldn’t be sure until she found out exactly what Terrance had told Casey and Eric about the night she’d met him.

Sasha and Casey hadn’t really talked much about it in the three days that had gone by since Sasha and Terrance’s bathroom floor rendezvous. Technically, it wasn’t on the bathroom floor per se. They’d only stood on the floor. It was up against the wall that Terrance had commenced laying the pipe on Sasha. But Sasha wasn’t about to pass on such details to Casey. She was cool and all, but they weren’t yet I-feel-like-I’ve-known-you-all-my-life-and-can-tell-you-anything cool.

Sasha had, of course, thanked Casey for the wonderful evening. Casey had asked Sasha her opinion of Terrance. Sasha had shared that he seemed like a nice guy, but she didn’t go any further than that. If anything, she wanted to see what unsolicited information Casey would offer. It was possible that Casey had been doing the same to Sasha. Maybe Casey was fishing to see whether Sasha would be honest with her or not. But then again, Casey could be just a tad on the dizzy side sometimes. Unlike Paris, whose mouth was unfiltered on purpose—just because she wanted to be nicety—Casey’s mouth was unfiltered by accident. She talked just to be talking, and if what she was saying was a truth that could be hurtful or offensive, then so be it. Again, unlike Paris, though, Casey was always apologetic if she realized her words had harmed someone. Sasha had to admit, Casey’s and Paris’s differences balanced things out. Sasha liked the balance. It allowed her to stand in the center of the teeter-totter without worrying about falling.

Even before Norman had instilled in Sasha the value of honesty, she’d always respected and expected it in any relationship she was in, be it a friendship or a romantic relationship. So Sasha had to be mindful when speaking to Casey about her night with Terrance. She carefully walked the fine line of being guarded versus being dishonest in her answers.

Being guarded was not telling Casey that she’d jumped Terrance’s beautiful, strong bones . . . and loved it! What Sasha also was not telling Casey was that she’d been doing exactly what Norman had ordered her not to. She’d been waiting by her phone to see if by some farfetched chance he’d call her. As crazy as it sounded, even if he didn’t want to call to ask her

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