Page 53 of Loving a Libra
“Didn’t you already tell me about her?”
“I didn’t tell you she was the woman having my baby. I?—”
“Bruh, you can keep your explanation. I don’t give a fuck about you or that woman.”
I entered my office, unlocked my file cabinet, found the folder I needed, and locked my cabinet back.
“Don’t tell me you mad?” he asked as I breezed past him after locking my office door.
“You got time for a quick meeting this afternoon?”
“Yeah. Wassup?”
“Is three good?”
“That works. You cool about Pasha, though?”
“Didn’t I just tell you I don’t give a fuck?”
I retraced my steps back to the front of the building, bypassing the pitstop I’d made minutes before, and left. Not bothering to lock up, I hopped in my car and headed to my lawyer’s office, feeling lighter by the minute.
“Where are we going?”I asked.
“Out to celebrate.”
“What are we celebrating?”
“Us, the baby, the dress you found on the rack that fits over your tiny bump, Maurice accepting my offer with no questions asked or back and forth, and my new business venture. The list goes on, baby. We have a lot to celebrate.”
“You’re right.”
It had been a little over a week since Maurice crashed out. Since I blocked him, I had no idea if he was still ranting about my betrayal. Tariq hadn’t mentioned anything, so I assumed Maurice had calmed down. I finally felt completely free of him. I would still love to see his face when he finds out about Tariq andme, but it wasn’t that serious. I’d moved on, and I prayed he did as well.
“I can’t believe Maurice bought you out without much convincing.”
“It was either that, or I sell my half to the first person who showed interest. He wanted control over the situation, so he didn’t want that. After a few questions that had nothing to do withERL, he had his lawyer read the paperwork and called his bank to approve the transfer of the money.”
“Neither of us having to deal with him anymore is definitely cause for a celebration. Too bad I can’t have any alcohol or smoke a blunt.”
Tariq chuckled as he helped me into his car. Once he was in the driver’s seat, he responded.
“A blunt would be nice after the meal we’re about to have. Remember the first time we smoked together?”
I smiled as I thought back to that day.
“Yeah. You thought I was a lightweight.”
“Shit! I’ve never been more wrong. I haven’t been that high again since that day.”
“Me either. I suppose I won’t be for a while either. Since I’m carrying your baby, you can’t get high either.”
“I guess that’s fair, but you’ll probably drive me to have a drink or two within the next five months,” he teased.
“Don’t do me like that. I haven’t been too bad.”
“No, you haven’t, but it’s still early.”
“Whatever. I could be much worse, considering this is our first official date.”
