Page 2 of Papa's Bébé
Livvy and Sav had recently gotten engaged and Maya was so happy for her friend, even though she’d felt a weird pang of sadness.
Maybe because she’d never really had a proper relationship. Men only seemed to want to use her or hurt her.
“I’m so sorry,” Millie said. “When he decides he wants to lie down, well, there’s not much that can move him. Unless someone has any sausage?”
“Ew,” Jenni ‘with an i’ said. “Why would we have any sausage?”
“And why would you bring him if he’s like this? So disgusting,” Regan sneered. She was the third part of the bitchy besties.
Now that was uncalled for.
Her anger surged.
Do not turn your feelings into felonies.
Do not.
Lord, it was hard, though.
“I don’t know, you girls look as though you like a bit of sausage. Might even put you in a better mood,” Millie told them, her hands on her hips.
Oh, Maya liked her.
Livvy put her hand over her mouth, but everyone heard her giggle. And several of the other women who were already in the room laughed as well.
The bitchy besties weren’t well liked.
“What did you just say to us?” Regan gasped.
“All right, we have to start class now. Can everyone get inside?” Maya asked, deciding to interrupt before things kicked off.
“We will,” Emily sneered. “As soon as this mutt gets out of the way.” She drew back her leg as though she was going to kick Mr. Fluffy.
Oh, hell no!
That wasn’t happening on Maya’s watch. She started to run toward Emily, but Millie got there first. She stepped between Mr. Fluffy and Emily, taking Emily’s kick to her shin.
A cry of pain escaped her as Livvy knocked into Regan who reached for Millie, looking like she was going to push her.
Mr. Fluffy took that moment to lumber onto his feet, barking at Emily angrily.
Emily took several steps back into the hallway, looking alarmed.
Jenni gasped and stumbled back.
“Get out,” Maya said, pushing her way between Emily and Millie.
Emily had more than half a foot on Maya and probably a good twenty pounds, but Maya was determined and angry. And she could be like a Pitbull when someone she cared about was threatened.
She didn’t know Millie, but it was obvious she was friends with Livvy. And even if she hadn’t been, there was a dog involved. Nobody hurt an animal on her watch.
“I cannot believe you were going to kick an animal!” Maya spat out. “And then you kicked Millie!”
“I wouldn’t have kicked her if she hadn’t gotten in the way,” Emily whined. “Keep that dog away from me! He’s going to bite me!”
“You were going to kick my dog, you witch!” Millie cried, stepping up beside Maya. “What the hell were you thinking? I could have you arrested for animal cruelty. And he’s only upset because you kicked me.”
Emily grew pale.
