Page 28 of Divine

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It took me about an hour to plant the flowers in the back yard. After washing my hands and getting myself together, I pulled my phone out of my back pocket. I shook my head after seeing that Divine still hadn’t sent me the address to where she was. Hitting her contact, I called her with the phone on speaker.

“Your call has been forwarded to an automated—” I hit end before the recording finished its statement.

“No this heifer did not send me straight to voicemail.”

Me:

Send me the address, Cookie.

Picking my keys up from the counter, I headed out aimlessly. I had no idea where the hell I was going other than Uptown. Once I was in my car, I tried calling Divine again. Of course, her little ass didn’t answer yet again. Now, I was thinking of how elusive Divine had been when I asked her where they were going. I was already violating by letting her leave without me.

At this point, she was just playing in my face. I knew damn well I wasn’t crazy, so I wondered why Divine thought I was. I refused to think the worst. Hopefully, my baby wasn’t hurt or in danger while I was trying to play the good friend and let her have the freedom she craved. I couldn’t even begin to consider that something had happened to her, so it was better to believe that she was up to no good.

Something compelled me not to call Syre. I knew he would go ballistic on her and probably fire my ass in the process. He couldn’t help me anyway. I knew better than to call Syre, but I also didn’t want to wait to find Divine just in case something was actually wrong. Scrolling through my contacts, I found the one I was looking for and pressed the call button.

“Yeah?”

“Is this Psalm?” I asked since none of them seemed to know how to answer the phone.

“You called me. Who is this?” the man on the other end quizzed.

“It’s Liam. I need you to track Divine for me.”

“She finally got away from you, huh?” His low chuckle showed that he found it amusing. Maybe that would play in my favor, and I would still have a job tomorrow. “I have a tracker on her cars. Don’t fucking tell her. I’m about to send you the address.”

“Is it possible for you to send me the link so I don’t have to call you next time?”

“What makes you think there will be a next time, my guy? If you can’t keep up with her, it doesn’t sound like you’re cut out for the job.”

“You might be right.” I shook my head, pissed that I let trying to be the nice guy fuck up the sweetest gig I’d ever had.

“I’ll send you the addy.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled just as the round of beeps let me know he had ended the call.

The phone buzzed in my hand letting me know that I had a text message. I opened it and copied the address then pasted it into my GPS. I was a little over twenty minutes away. Traffic was typically ridiculous on a Friday night, and it was no different as I headed Uptown to Divine’s location.

The Eating Spot was a new restaurant that I only knew of because of the numerous commercials and billboards. I hadn’t considered going there, so I definitely didn’t expect to be there under such circumstances.

The parking lot was full, but I didn’t have any trouble finding a parking spot. I let out a huff of hot air as I climbed out of my car. By the time I made it to the door, I was fuming. Not only was Divine playing with me, but she had the nerve to have her phone off. What if something happened? How the hell was she going to call for help?

I almost crushed my phone in my hand when I walked into the restaurant. The first thing I saw was the back of her head. From where I stood it looked like she was laughing her ass off at whatever the hell the big-headed nigga sitting across from her was saying. There was no way he was that damn funny.

“Sir, may I help you?” the hostess asked as I passed her podium.

“No,” I said over my shoulder, continuing to march toward my target.

When I made it to the table, I was so angry I couldn’t speak. Divine looked like she’d seen a ghost as I stood behind her little date eyeing her.

“U-um, hey,” she stammered.

“Something wrong with your phone?” I asked her.

Her date’s head almost did a 180 when he whipped around to look up at me. He was insignificant, so I didn’t bother to give him my attention.

“No.” She laughed nervously. “I actually forgot to send you the address.”

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