Page 77 of Moros

“Why didn’t you stop him?” I demanded.

Morgana paused her stories to turn to look at me with her head cocked to one side. For a bit she said nothing.

“Would you stay?” She asked. “I told you that you were making a mistake. I gave you the out—you chose not to take it.”

“I can’t believe he left.”

Morgana sighed. “Well, look at that. If it isn’t the consequences of your actions.”

I wanted to scream.

“He’ll be back to pick you up tomorrow.” She pressed play on her remote again and refocused on the soap opera.

Hanging my head, I ran up the stairs and locked myself into my bedroom knowing I wouldn’t be able to talk to him until he returned to pick me up.

Bright and early, I was awake, showered, dressed and waiting. But after ten when I thought it was Khadri pulling into the yard, I rushed to the door to see it was Todd.

Irritated, I found my purse and borrowed Morgana’s phone to call Tex. Though he was reluctant, he told me where to find Khadri and I called a taxi.

The driver was chatty.

All I wanted was for him to shut the fuck up and let me thing.

The moment he pulled up at the restaurant, I all but tossed money at him and scrambled from the back seat.

“Eh!” You gave me too?—”

“Keep the change!” I called, hurrying to the door.

The place was quaint. It seemed like a house that was converted into what seemed to be a very fancy place. I found Khadri on the back patio having the time of his life with a pretty black woman with braids down to her ass.

Wow—all the women he knows look like models.

I accepted a seat close by, but out of his sightline.

“You never liked braids,” Khadri said. “What’s changed?”

“I became a mother.” She spoke. “When you have two under the age of five running around—who has time to do their hair? And you know how crazy my hair can get on the best of days.”

“But you’re Superwoman.”

“Superwoman can kiss the blackest part of my ass.” The woman laughed. “Zero tries to help with my hair situation, bless his heart.”

Khadri laughed.

“How’s life in Germany?” He asked around a sip from his mug.

“Busy.” She replied. “The new restaurant keeps me busy during the day and the kids and Zero drives me crazy at nights.”

“You love it.”

“Is it that obvious?” She asked with a dramatic sigh.

“You suck at hiding your feelings, Bailey. I can read the happiness off you.”

She leaned over to touch his shoulder.

“He’s a good man, Moros.” Bailey explained. “I know when I told you I was marrying him you weren’t all the way on board. You really don’t have to worry about me anymore.”

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