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“Girl, everything you just said is cliché,” Jasmine said.

“Maybe, but that’s how I feel.”

“Then Derek James Clark is the last guy you should want to date.”

“Why, if our brothers can change, why can’t he?” Eden asked.

Phoebe snapped her fingers with a head nod. “That right there is what I’m talking about.”

“Yeah, but how often is there a group of guys who are fine as hell, multimillionaires…. Que dogs,” she added for extra measure, “who decide to all grow up and have wives?”

They all glanced around at each other.

“Actually, pretty often,” Eden said. “Happens in the NFL, NBA, the music industry, hell Cardi B just got engaged to OffSet.”

“Okay and out of those couples how many of them stay together? Or better yet, how many of the guys are faithful,” Jasmine declared.

“Well I’m choosing to believe that Quentin is not that guy.”

“And I’m doing the same thing,” Eden said.

“Hey, it’s cool with me, I’m not the one you have to convince.”

Eden glanced over at Phoebe. “What if we get to Jonathon first? We could corner him and threaten his life,” Eden figured.

Jasmine fell into another heap of laughter.

Phoebe shrugged. “Hey, desperate times calls for desperate measures.”

Jasmine’s laughter faltered. “You guys are really serious?”

Eden and Phoebe folded their arms. “Are you game or not?”

“Oh, I’d be more than happy to tag along. This is something I’ve gotta see.”

“No, you can’t come if you don’t have our back.”

“Jonathon’s a sweetheart. I don’t know what either of you are worried about,” Jasmine said.

“It’s not us we’re worried about, obviously,” Eden quipped.

“Right…”

“Okay, so when is this supposed to happen?”

Phoebe pulled out her cell and texted Jonathon. Jasmine squinted over the table. “You’re calling him now?” Jasmine asked.

“Why not, I’m ready to get this over with,” Phoebe said, and Eden had to agree.

“I’d like to finish my food before we all lose our appetite.”

Phoebe heaved a deep sigh. “I sent him a text message. We will meet him at his house. His wife, Octavia will be there, and she’ll get him together if he decides to act out.”

“Again,” Jasmine said, “he’s not going to act out with us.”

The table became quiet. “Okay, while we wait for Jonathon to text back, what are we doing for New Year’s Eve?” Jasmine asked.

“Hunter Valentine is hosting a party, and you know he’ll bring in the New Year with style.”

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