Page 33 of Devanté
“Don’t start this shit, Janet,” I warned.
“What?! I didn’t even say anything! Yet…” She sipped the lemon water to her left them looked at me. “You still love her?” She quizzed, resting her elbows on the table.
“We’ve both changed a lot over the years, I’m sure. I don’t know her the way I used to.” I was too guarded to even express my feelings to Janet.
The truth was, Blake dealt a blow to my heart that I never stopped feeling. It ached through my chest sinking through to my spine. For a while, without her, it was hard to stand upright. Blake was my first love. She was the only woman I’d ever said those words to and she didn’t believe me. She pushed me away and left me high and dry.
After that, my only goal was to stick my dick in whatever looked good. I didn’t feel things anymore. I ran through women like water soaking through paper. I ended up with a lot of crazy women running after me. Trying to pin things on me…
“Uh-huh…you still love her. That’s the real reason you want to move to LA, isn’t it?” My answering gaze was disrupted when I heard my name being called from a disembodied voice. I turned my head to see a head full of honey blonde curls coming toward me, pushing a white stroller that looked expensive.
“Jesus,” Janet muttered under her breath, turning her head.
“I knew we should have eaten inside,” I groaned, sliding down in my seat.
“Why are you acting like you don’t see me?” The voice moved closer until she was at my table. “Devanté,” she called, hand anchored to her hip.
“What, Renee?” I snapped.
“Wow, that’s how you greet the mother of your child?”
“I don’t have a child.”
“Stop playing games with me, Devanté Morgan. You know damn well this is your baby.”
“Then take a DNA test like I’ve been asking you for the past three months, Renee.” I pressed the tips of my fingers together and let out a slow exhale. “You know what? I’m not doing this. I don’t know how the hell you suck me into arguing with you but it’s not happening right now.” My eyes scanned the open patio dining space for cameras because Renee was always trying to get on somebody’s reality TV show.
“Bye, Renee. I’m trying to have lunch with my little brother.” Janet’s tone was sharp and left no mystery about how she felt towards Renee.
“Okay, and this is a free country. I’m here because I can be wherever I want to, especially when it comes to the father of my child.” Her voice grew louder and I wished I could shrink all six-foot-four inches of my body. In an instant, eyes were on me. I sighed heavily and looked at Renee.
“If you have anything to say, my lawyer’s office is open until eight tonight. Feel free to schedule a DNA test. Now, can you leave?”
“I don’t need a test for something I already know. You’re the only person I was fucking when I got pregnant.”
“Excuse me.” Janet waved her hand signaling our server. “Yes, you all have a nasty bug problem. We can’t enjoy our meal because this blonde dung beetle won’t move away from our table.” She cut pointed eyes toward Renee and I stifled my laughter.
“Whatever, Janet,” Renee snapped.
“Ma’am, could you not disturb the other guests, please?” The server asked politely.
“Fine. Whatever. I’ll come by your place later, Devanté,” she said with a stiff attitude that curled her upper lip. When she pushed the strolled away from our table, I exhaled a pent up breath and offered an apologetic smile to the waitress.
“I’m so sorry, Miss.”
“It’s okay. You’re Devanté Morgan…right? The model?” She twirled a lock of chestnut brown hair around her index finger and quelled the big smile trying to take over her face.
“Yeah, that’s me,” I chuckled, passing a hand over my hair. “Nice to meet you and I apologize for the scene. Totally out of my control.”
“Oh, it’s fine. Can I get you a bottle of wine or something? It’s totally on the house.”
“Nah, that’s okay. Thank you though.” Janet looked at me with an expression that said speak for yourself.
“I’ll take the wine. I’m his sister. We came from the same uterus so that counts for something. I’m famous by default.”
“Jay, can you not?” I groaned.
“What? I want free wine.”
