Page 28 of Inspiring Dominic

“Evelyn didn’t spit any bullshit to you after Johan and I stepped away, did she?” I asked. “One thing I won’t take from her is her disrespecting you or our relationship in any way.”

Samara waved me off. “Relax, Dom. She didn’t say anything to me that I couldn’t handle, but I had a mouthful to say to her.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?”

She nodded. “Sure did. It started with telling her that if she had something to say to my man, she could say it to me first, and it ended with me telling her that I can spot an opportunist a mile away.” Samara glanced up at me. “From what you tell me, Johan is well off and she likes the fact that she can control him since he’s so in love with her. It only took seconds to peep that she’s a user who can’t keep her legs closed, so somewhere in that conversation, I told her that if she ever even thinks about coming onto you again, she’ll regret the day she met my Chicago ass. Today was a warning, but after this, I lay hands, not words. But for her, I’ll dip my fists in glitter first since her stank, boujee ass looks like she bruises easily.”

I blinked. “Well shit, tell her cheatin’ ass who your man is then.”

“You, stupid.” Samara pushed me in the chest, but I caught her arm and pulled her to me.

“Have I told you lately how lucky I am to have you in my life?”

“Duh!” she teased. “I’m pretty damn amazing, and honestly, if your friends’ fiancées are the kind of women you’ve been hanging out with, then the bar was set pretty low. Denise is fine, though, but Evil Eve is something else.”

I laughed. “How about we walk a couple more blocks and then we split from my friends and I show you a little more of the area?”

“I’d like that,” she said with a smile, her eyes looking hungrily at me. Leaning down, I kissed her delicious lips, blocking out whatever was going on with my friends. All I wanted to do was keep on kissing my woman, but the commotion between the other four had gotten so distracting, we had to stop.

“What could they possibly be arguing about?” Samara asked.

I shook my head. “No idea.” However, as we got closer, we overheard Evelyn telling Denise she wasn’t cute enough and didn’t have the right ass to be wearing the dress she had on, and Denise responded by calling Evelyn a stuck-up ho, followed by a course of colorful curse words.

Samara and I tried to step in and rationalize it, but our presence only seemed to be making the situation worse.

As I stood off to the side with Samara leaning into me and my arms draped over her shoulders, both of us watching my friends try and stop their women from fighting, it occurred to me that, “This shit does not involve us.”

Samara shook her head. “It sure the hell doesn’t. And I hate to say it, but—”

“There’s no way these relationships will last,” I finished.

“I mean, did you see Evelyn just take a break from fighting to watch that guy who passed by?” Samara asked.

“I didn’t catch it, but I’m not surprised.”

“How did Wes meet Denise?”

I shrugged. “I don’t remember, why?”

“Are you listening to them?”

“Sort of. I was paying more attention to how stressed Wes and Johan look right now.”

“Well, Evelyn just said something about Denise being the real ho because she’s a prostitute.”

My mouth dropped. “That’s not true though, right?”

Samara turned her head to me. “Hell if I know. These are your friends.”

I glanced around at the crowd gathering. “Maybe we should try to break them up again,” I suggested. I took a step forward just as Evelyn’s wig landed at my feet.

Samara shook her head. “On second thought, maybe we should record this and show your friends later how crazy they looked out here in Charleston.”

At first, I laughed it off, but Samara had a point. I recorded just enough to hopefully talk some sense into them, and eventually, Samara and I did successfully break up the fight.

By the end of the night, three things were clear to me. One, nothing made Evelyn cry more than a five-hundred-dollar wig getting pushed into horse shit, not even her divorce to Johan. Two, my friends were finally questioning their engagements. And lastly, I really did find a diamond in the rough because only a woman who loved me as much as Samara did would stay up until four o’clock in the morning counseling my best friends who were questioning so much right now.

She was amazing, and being around her inspired me to be a better man every day. I spent most of my life hoping to find a woman like her, and now that I had, my days seemed a little brighter and everything tasted a little sweeter.

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