Page 37 of The Best is Yet to Cum

“They’re fine,” Dominick said. “Cairo and Karla are always fussing about something. It’s their love language. They don’t know how to communicate like regular people.”

“It’s true. They love hard and fuss harder. It’s probably over something trivial,” I added.

“They probably only left the room for your sake since you don’t know them like that,” Lariah said. “We aren’t usually spared from their back and forth.”

Just as Lariah finished her statement, Cairo returned to the family room with Karla on his heels. Their expressions indicated that they hadn’t resolved whatever they were discussing in the kitchen.

“Aye, don’t take this the wrong way, but y’all gotta go,” Cairo announced.

Karla stepped in front of him. “Don’t listen to him. Y’all can stay.” She turned to face her husband. “Cairo! I asked you not to do this.”

“And I told you I didn’t have a choice. Winston is on his way.”

“Aww, hell. Baby, let’s go.” Clinton stood and offered me his hand, which I took, allowing him to help me to my feet.

“Please don’t leave,” Karla pleaded. “I had no idea Cairo had invited Winston over. I’ll make him leave when he arrives.”

“No, you won’t. You didn’t tell me you invited Mona and her new man over,” Cairo countered.

“Why do you still talk to that asshole?” Karla questioned.

“Hold up. Y’all ain’t even gotta do all this. We’re leaving,” Clinton announced.

We headed back to the front door with Karla on our heels. Clinton kneeled to help me slip into my sneakers while Karla continued.

“Mona, I swear I didn’t know Cairo still talked to Winston. To my knowledge, he hasn’t been here in over a year.”

“Maybe Winston randomly reached out, and Cairo invited him. Regardless, this isn’t something you two should be arguing about.”

While Karla and I talked, Clinton put on his shoes. As he opened the front door, I noticed him pat the front of his hoodie before saying, “Shit, I left my phone in the other room. You mind if I grab it?”

“Go ahead. Hopefully, my knucklehead husband apologizes.” We watched Clinton take long strides toward the family room as Karla continued her rant. “Cairo knows I don’t fuck with Winston, and I thought we were on the same page.”

“Sis, you can’t—” Suddenly, the screen door opened, and I was face to face with the worst mistake of my life.

“Excuse you!” Karla yelled, stepping between me and Winston. “Have you ever heard of knocking or ringing the doorbell?”

He stepped around her, ignoring her question.

“What the fuck is this crazy bitch doing here?”

“Who the—”

Before I could finish, Clinton stood between me and Winston.

“Watch your fucking mouth!” Clinton barked.

“Cairo!” Karla shouted. “Cairo, get in here.”

“This has to be a joke. Are you fucking my wife?” Winston asked Clinton.

“Nah, I’m fucking yourex-wife.”

“Out of all the women in the world, you couldn’t find a bitch that wasn’t my leftovers?”

“Aye, man! You got—”

“You can’t be mad at the truth, nigga. Mona don’t know the first fucking thing about keeping a man happy. She’s a lazy fuck, she can’t suck dick, her pussy is dry, and she can’t carry a child. She use—”

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