Page 24 of The Best is Yet to Cum

“Where are you going?” Karla asked.

“Chemistry.”

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed. “I’ve been wanting to go there since they opened. I’ve heard nothing but good things.”

“Me too, and I’m pissed I can’t drink because everyone says their drinks are top-tier.”

There was a knock on the door, halting our conversation.

“I guess it’s time for us to meet your baby daddy,” Lariah teased.

We left my bedroom, and they followed me to the door.

“If y’all don’t go sit down somewhere,” I fussed, shooing them into the living room.

They laughed as they sat on the couch and waited for me to open the door. As soon as I did, Clinton didn’t give me a chance to greet him. He grabbed my waist, pulled me into his body, and pressed his lips against mine.

“Damn, I missed you,” he said when he came up air, his lips still close enough to brush mine.

“I missed you too.” We kissed again before finally separating. “Do we have enough time for you to meet my friends?”

“Your friends? They’re here?” I nodded. “Of course.”

He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. We went to the living room as Karla and Lariah stood.

“Baby, these are my best friends, Karla and Lariah.”

He extended his hand to Karla and then to Lariah. They greeted him with a hello while eyeing him suspiciously.

“It’s nice to meet you both. I’m Clinton.”

“It’s nice to meet you too. What are your intentions with our friend?” Lariah asked.

He chuckled. “I appreciate your concern, but I assure you I’m not here to break her heart.”

“That doesn’t answer her question,” Karla said.

“Will y’all cut it out? He didn’t come here to be badgered.” I intervened.

“It’s okay, baby. Your friends love you and have a right to be concerned about your well-being. Ladies, my intentions with Mona are pure. She’s understandably cautious because of her past experiences, but I’m a patient man. I’d love to have a future with her, and not just as the father of her child.”

Although he spoke to my friends, his eyes were locked on mine, and I felt every word he said and even some he didn’t.

“Okay, I guess that’ll do for now. However, expect a breakfast, lunch, or dinner invite from us soon. We need to know who our bestie is dealing with,” Lariah reasoned.

“I’ll be sure to have Mona forward my number to you both. We have to get going, but again, it was nice to meet you.”

“You too,” they replied in unison.

“Make sure you lock up when you leave,” I told them.

“Who said we’re leaving?” Karla asked.

“Umm, I did. Goodbye.”

We exchanged hugs and they returned to the couch as Clinton and I left.

“Your friends seem nice.”

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