“Hey, Seth,” Jo said, eyes tracing every line of him like she was reading a damn novel. “If you weren’t fuckin’ my daughter, I’d be all over your handsome ass.”
“Jo!” I snapped, but Seth just smiled that slow, knowing smile, never taking his eyes off me.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” Seth’s voice was soft, but firm.
I wanted to say no. Hell, I needed to say no. But I knew him.
“Yeah, we can talk in my room.”
I got up, heart in my throat, footsteps heavy as I walked down the hall. Seth was right behind me, his presence thick and overwhelming.
Jo’s whispers floated after us like smoke I didn’t wanna know what crazy shit she was saying.
“What happened?” Seth’s voice broke the silence the second we shut the door.
“Nothing.” I lied, trying to steady my voice even though it cracked inside.
“What did she say to you?”
“Who?”
“Imani. S3’s mom.”
“Nothing.”
“We lying now, Stormi?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Mama said she saw you two talking. Southside said the same. S3 said his mom wanted to talk to you. Rich said the last time he saw you, you were headed to the parking lot to meet RJ.”
I swallowed hard.
“So again what did she say?” Seth stepped closer, eyes darkening, searching mine like he was trying to see if I was lying.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“If it didn’t matter, you wouldn’t have left.”
“She just wanted to tell me you two were still fuckin’ and that maybe you had a baby on the way. Congrats.” I spat the words, voice sharp, biting back the scream inside. I wanted to punch him. I wanted to scream. I wanted to fall apart but I refused to let him see that.
“I haven’t touched Imani since S3 was conceived. You think I’d be stupid enough to put another kid in her? After what she did?”
“Like I said I’m just telling you what she said.”
“And you believed it?”
“Did I say that?”
“But you left.”
“I was tired.”
“So why not come to me?”
“Because I knew you had to be there for Rich.”
“Being there for my brother don’t mean I can’t be there for my woman.”