Page 23 of The Best is Yet to Cum

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Mona

“Idon’t understand why you’re so nervous,” Karla said.

“Me either. Are his friends famous or something?” Lariah asked.

It was Friday night, and my girls had come over to help me get ready for a date with Clinton. We’d reconnected two weeks ago, and things had been good. With our busy work schedules, we’d only seen each other a few times but communicated several times throughout the day.

“No, but his friend and business partner is married to a woman who was sleeping with Winston,” I told them.

“What?” they chimed simultaneously.

“Didn’t I tell y’all how I found out Winston was cheating the last time?”

“You may have, but there were too many times to remember,” Lariah said.

“Ain’t that the truth,” Karla agreed.

“I can’t stand you hos. Anyway, Winston and I had gone to dinner and ran into Clinton’s business partner, Evander, and his new woman. After we were seated, I went to the bathroom, and a few minutes later, a woman entered the bathroom, talking on the phone. It was on speaker, so I could hear both sides of the conversation.”

“Was she talking to Winston?” Lariah asked.

“No, she was talking to her friends, telling them how horrible she felt about sleeping with Winston because he was married.” They gasped. “She didn’t know he was married, and when I walked out of the stall, she looked like she’d seen a ghost.”

“Are you serious?” Karla questioned.

“Unfortunately, yes. Anyway, that woman is now married to Evander.”

“Over two million people live in Chicago, yet your new boo is friends and partners with your ex-husband’s side chick’s husband,” Lariah said with ease, leaving Karla and I trying to decipher her words.

“Umm, I don’t know what the hell you just said, but it sounds about right,” Karla agreed.

I rolled my eyes. “Can y’all imagine how uncomfortable this will be for me?”

“Have you shared your feelings with Clinton?” Karla asked.

“No, I don’t see the point. It’ll postpone me meeting his friends, but I can’t avoid it forever. I’m having this man’s baby, so I’ll have to meet them eventually.”

“True,” she agreed.

“I think it’s best to get it over with. I’m sure the woman doesn’t have an issue with you. It’ll be awkward at first, but it’ll blow over,” Lariah reasoned.

“I hope so. How do I look?” I turned to face them and struck a few poses.

“Amazing, and definitely not pregnant,” Lariah said.

“Yes, sis. That dress compliments your shape really well.”

“Thank you. What about my makeup?”

“Perfect.”

“Flawless.”

They responded at once, and I couldn’t tell who had said what.

“Thank you.”

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