Page 53 of The Best is Yet to Cum

“Oh shit. Do you think he would give Winston her address?” Lariah asked exactly what I was thinking.

I took a minute to process her words because I didn’t want to assume the worst. I’d known Cairo for too long and thought of him as my brother, so there was no way he’d put me in harm’s way.

“I didn’t get any flowers from your husband. Do you think he might’ve sent them after I’d left?”

“Anything is possible, but I don’t think that’s what happened.”

She retrieved her phone from her purse and tapped on the screen a few times before placing it on the table. Seconds later, Cairo picked up.

“Wassup, baby?” he greeted.

“Nothing. I just left the restaurant, and I’m walking to my car. Umm, did you ever send Mona the flowers? She didn’t mention them.”

“Nah, it slipped my mind when I got to work, and I didn’t think about it again.”

“Okay. I was just wondering and thought I’d ask. I have a few errands to run, but I’ll see you soon.”

She ended the call and shook her head with a disgusted expression. “That bastard gave him your address.”

“That’s not definitive proof,” I told her, although I was 99 percent sure it was him.

“It’s all the proof I need. Mona, I’m so sorry. Please know that I’d never—”

“You don’t have to apologize. Yes, he’s your husband, but you’re not responsible for his actions. I’m not sure why he would jeopardize my safety like that, though.”

“I’ll get to the bottom of it, sis. Don’t you worry.”

“What are you doing here?”Clinton asked when the elevator doors opened, and I stepped into his open arms.

After brunch with my girls, I had a strong desire to see my man. Since I had plans, he decided to go into the office for a few hours.

“I wanted to see you.”

“Oh, really? You could’ve just told me to come home.”

Home. I actually got chills hearing him refer to his place as our home.

“I’ve never been here and wanted to see where you and Evander make all the magic happen.”

“I forgot you’ve never been here. Let me show you around.”

He gave me a tour, and honestly, there wasn’t much to see. There were a few offices, cubicles, bathrooms, a breakroom, and other unmemorable spaces.

“Well, it looks like an office,” I said.

He laughed. “I take it you’re not impressed.”

“I’m impressed by what you accomplish in this space, but not the space itself.”

“That’s fair. Let’s go to my office.”

We held hands, and he led me back to his office, closing the door behind us. He sat in the nice, plush office chair behind his desk and pulled me onto his lap.

“It’s so quiet. You don’t listen to the radio or anything while you work?’

“Nah, it’s too distracting.”

“Isn’t it creepy being here alone?”

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