Page 273 of Savage Bosses

“What is it?” I ask, shifting in my chair to turn around.

She raises a palm. “Wait, don’t look now.”

“Why, and why are you looking like that?”

She grabs one of my hands and holds it down on the table. “I need to tell you something, but I need you to promise not to get angry.”

“Okay, I promise.” My nerves make my stomach full of cake churn.

“You just said that Chris was flying in from that business trip tonight, didn’t you?”

“Girl, are you absent-minded or what? Yes.”

“Stop being sarcastic. I’m trying to tell you something important.”

“Alright, spill the tea.”

“You have to swear not to make a scene.”

I let out an impatient breath. “Just tell me what you need to say. When have you ever known me to make a scene?”

“Right. Well, that lying, no-good boyfriend of yours just walked in with another woman.”

“What?”

“You heard me correctly.”

I swing my body around and grip the top of my seat. I don’t see any sign of Chris.

“They went towards the buffet. Unfortunately, you won’t be able to see them from here.”

I push my chair back and bolt up, snatching my purse and squaring my shoulder, stomping in the direction of the buffet.

Shayla jumps out of her seat and blocks my way. “No, what are you doing?”

I glare at her because she should know what I’m about to do. “What do you think I’m going to do? My boyfriend just walked in with another woman, and he’s supposed to be in another state. I’m going to confront him here and now.”

“Wait a minute. Sit down and think about things before you confront Chris.”

I glower at her, but she tugs me back down to my seat.

“I know you’re angry and all, but so am I,” she says. “I think things could get loud if you go over there now. We don’t want these folks here to think we have no home training.”

“Chris lied to me. He blatantly lied, Shayla.” I reach inside my handbag to retrieve my cell phone. I swipe it and navigate the text messages to the text Chris had sent me a few hours ago. “See.” I hold my phone to her, and she takes it and reads the message aloud.

Chris:Yana, I’ll be flying in later tonight. Guess what, babe? I got the promotion. I will see you on Sunday. Be naked when I arrive.

She looks up from the phone to say, “What the hell? Stay here; I’ll be right back.”

“What are you up to?” I ask Shayla as she stands to her feet.

“Sit tight. I want to see something.” She walks away with my cell phone in hand.

Less than two minutes later, Shayla is back. She sits and hands me my phone. “Now you have evidence. Let him weasel out of this.”

I take the phone and peer down at the screen. In a video, Chris’s unmistakable image is on full display. I watch my handsome boyfriend, sit in the restaurant booth. His skin is the color of deep dark chestnut, and his expressive, dark brown eyes absorb the woman sitting next to him. Chris has a neatly trimmed mustache and a birthmark that reminds me of an M&M on the upper side of his right cheek. The other woman leans in to kiss that birthmark before tracing her lips to his mouth. Their passion puts every single kiss that Chris and I have shared to shame. The cherry on top is when the happy couple feeds each other from their buffet plates.

“Are you okay, Ayana?”

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