The Hot Box Collection 2 by Silk Smooth & Teeny Rivers & Gemini

Author:Silk Smooth & Teeny Rivers & Gemini [Smooth, Silk & Rivers, Teeny & Gemini]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Urban Life, United States, African American, Urban
Amazon: B00L0S96V0
Published: 2014-06-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

I tossed my car keys on the table and plopped down on the couch with the phone up to my ear.

“Why didn’t you tell me what had happened between you and Stacie?” Juan whispered.

I played clueless. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. What do you mean?”

His voice went up a notch. “About the fight, Miah. Did you really have a fight with my daughter?”

“Yes, I did, but I figured it wasn’t worth talking about. Besides, I assumed she would tell you about it anyway.”

“She did tell me about it. She also told my wife about it, and now all this shit is coming down on me. Why didn’t you just leave and ignore her? You didn’t have to tell her anything.”

I didn’t appreciate the tone of his voice, nor did I not appreciate him refusing to take responsibility for his own damn actions. Of course he was looking for someone else to blame for his life falling apart, but it damn sure wasn’t on me.

“Just so you know, I didn’t tell her anything. But since you think I did, oh well. And since you think I started the fight, that’s fine too. I don’t have time for this Juan, and my suggestion would be for you to get off this phone and try your best to work things out with your family.”

“I could have worked them out earlier, had you not turned off my phone. Why did you turn off my phone, Miah? You know that shit was foul, and there ain’t no other way to look at it.”

“I told you earlier that I didn’t want any interruptions. If you had a problem with that, then you should have answered your phone when your wife called.”

“Maybe I should have. As for now, I’m done with this. I’m done with us, and I don’t like how you handed this. Goodbye, Miah. Have a nice life.”

Juan hung up on me. Now, there were plenty of bitches who would start crying right about now. Plenty who would call his ass back, begging and pleading with him to give her another chance. Me? I laughed at the shit. I was so sure that Juan was catching hell right now, and for weeks to come. During that time, where in the hell was he going to turn? Just who was he going to call for comfort, and who would he feel a need to apologize to? The answer—me.

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