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“And do it quickly, please,” I urged.

“I overheard Cairo inviting Winston to game night. I was pissed but didn’t say anything to him. Instead, I invited you and Clinton over because I wanted Winston to see you happy and thriving.”

“You had to know that was a terrible idea,” I said.

“I actually thought it was a great idea. I knew seeing you with Clinton would crush Winston.”

“You’re lucky my man is on his grown man shit because that could have gone way wrong.”

“Are you mad?”

“No, I’m not mad. I can admit I felt some satisfaction seeing the shock on Winston’s face when he realized Clinton and I were together.”

“Wasn’t it the best? I swear it made my year.” Karla beamed.

“You meant well, but I’m glad things didn’t get as bad as they could have. Don’t do anything like that again without at least warning me.”

“I promise I won’t. Please don’t tell Clinton,” Karla pleaded. “He already ain’t fucking with my husband, and I don’t want to be added to the list. You’re about to have my niece or nephew, and I don’t want to be banned from seeing you two.”

“Oh, about that. Thanks for the reminder. Until I’m sure Cairo ain’t fucking with Winston, I won’t be visiting. You’ll have to come to me, or we can meet somewhere. I’ll see y’all later. Love you.”

Whew! Glad that conversation was over and our friendship was still intact.

17

Clinton

“We are more than fashionably late, Clinton. I hope nobody left.”

We planned to arrive late, introduce each other to our guests, and make our announcement. However, we got a little sidetracked while getting ready.

“If they did, fuck ’em.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Nobody told you to be so fucking fine. I can’t help it if my dick gets hard at the sight of your beautiful body carrying my seed, and I can’t keep my hands off you.”

“Don’t try to sweet talk me. I had to shower and redo my makeup because of you.”

“Hold on, baby. That’s not my fault. You wanted to suck my dick, and it’s my duty to give you what you want. Had you keptyour mouth to yourself instead of slobbing on my knob, your makeup would’ve been just fine.”

“Shut up! I can’t stand you.”

“You can’tstandme, but you didn’t have a problemsittingon my face when you knew we had to leave.”

“Oh my God! I’m done talking because I can see right now your storytelling is one-sided.”

I chuckled at her fake outrage. She didn’t give a damn about being late because as soon as my tongue swiped against her clit, she told me to cancel the party. Clearly, she had selective amnesia.

After dropping her off in front of the location, I parked my truck and met her in the lobby. She looped her arm through mine, and we made our way to the private room we’d reserved.

After parking the car, I texted my assistant to be on the lookout for us. She whispered something in DJ Fly Ty’s ear, and he looked toward the door, faded the music, and grabbed the microphone.

“Can I have your attention, please? The guests of honor have arrived.”

All eyes were on us, and whispers were heard above the music. We walked arm-in-arm to the DJ for the microphone to address our guests.

“Thank you all for coming. I know we’re a little late, but we appreciate your patience. Please hold off all hugs, kisses, questions, and comments until we finish our spiel, and you will have our undivided attention. Some of you are wondering who I am, and some are wondering who she is. To my family and friends, this is Mona, my lady and soon-to-be mother of my child.”

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