Page 130 of Set me Free

She narrowed her eyes. "Oh, I plan to."

She grabbed her phone and walked out leaving me standing in the kitchen feeling played as hell.

Later that night, after I put the kids to bed and took a shower my phone started going crazy with notifications from Twitter and Instagram. I clicked on Instagram and I didn’t have to look in my notifications to see what was going on as the post from Tea & Honey was the first thing I saw.

I clickedon the link in their post and was directed to the Tea and Honey website.

Creed Langston’s Women Are Fighting on X—and We Have the Exclusive Tea

Posted by Tea & Honey Staff | 9:44 PM PST

Whewwwww, chile. Looks like Serenity Bradshaw and Jailah Miller have had enough of playing nice—or pretending to. The two women tied to NBA superstar Creed Langston are going tweet for tweet on Twitter, and Tea & Honey is sipping every last drop.

If you’ve been keeping up, you already know Creed was recently traded to the LA Clippers, moved in temporarily withhis baby mama Serenity, and ever since... the internet has been watching Jailah’s timeline like a primetime soap.

But tonight? Serenity clapped back—and let’s just say, baby girl had time.

I want to know what receipts she has, let’s see them sis

Within minutes, #CreedLangston, #Creenity and #QweenJai were all trending—and the fan theories are spiraling. Some are dragging Jailah for being “pressed,” while others are defending her for “fighting for her man.” But most folks? Rooting for the OG couple.

Let’s be real: Creed and Serenity have history, a child, and chemistry we all saw at that Clippers game last week. The way she was wearing his jersey courtside? Jailah would never.

No word yet from Creed himself (per usual), but sources tell us he’s “not happy” about the drama and “tried to get Jailah to chill on socials.” Clearly, that didn’t work. Maybe since Serenity has actually tagged him, he’ll actually make it happen this time.

All we know is… it’s getting messy, and Tea & Honey will be here for every drop.

Stay sweet. Stay shady. Stay tuned. See their tweet exchange below…

I wenton Twitter and saw two additional tweets from Serenity.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. I didn’t even feel like going to her space to ask her what the fuck she was doing. So instead, I opened my text thread.

Me: Seriously SB, what’s the purpose?

I watched as the three dots appeared on my scream. Then…

Serenity: Next time I tell you to get your bitch, I mean that shit. Good night

The tensionin the house was thick as fuck for the next few days. I had been ignoring the fuck out of Jailah; not answering a single call or text. She needed to learn a lesson; I didn’t play these fucking games and I hated when my name came with negativepress. I already had to deal with the bullshit from Gianna, this wasn’t something I cared to have to deal with right now.

When the press had gotten wind that the baby mother of a rich NBA player was in jail for drug charges, social media started dragging me. As if I should have been helping her more, as if I was responsible for her actions. Truth was though, I helped Gianna way more than I needed to. Helped her buy a house so her and my son would have a place to call their own. I paid her a lot of fucking money every month for their expenses. Gianna didn’t have to ask me for shit because I gave it to her before she could even think to ask. Which is why I never bought her story that she did that dumb shit because she needed money. We both knew she didn’t need the money. She just played stupid games with Nate’s bitch ass and in the end, she won stupid prizes.

Still, with the tension hot in the house, I needed a reset. So when my realtor hit me with a new listing, I asked Serenity to come check it out with me. She was reluctant at first, but she eventually agreed.

The drive to the property was silent.

Serenity was in the front seat next to me, scrolling through her phone, likely ignoring the latest round of internet chaos between her and Jailah. I wasn’t gonna bring it up—at least not right now.

I just needed a win, something to focus on that wasn’t the bullshit. Which is why we were on our way to tour what I hoped would be my new home.

The house was in Calabasas, tucked away in the hills. Private. Exclusive. A long driveway curved through a gate, leading up to a massive estate that was surrounded by acres of greenery. It was damn near its own compound, sitting on two acres of land with tall palm trees lining the perimeter.

As soon as we pulled up, I heard Serenity gasp.

"Shit, Creed," she muttered. "This is... big."

I cut the engine and turned to her. "That a bad thing?"

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