Page 201 of Treason's Temptation
“I’m going to shower,” he announced, using any excuse to distance himself from Sloane.
“Your six weeks have been up. He needs some pussy to fix that attitude.”
“Keeping you in check gets him plenty, and watch your mouth around my baby.”
She rolled her eyes, lifting Cyan from his high chair.
“It’s so many rules around here, Papa,” Sloane complained.
“You need rules.”
“Anyway, is Rayven still coming home this weekend?”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe we can do dinner, unless there’s a rule for that too,” Sloane mocked.
“I’ll check withDaddyand let you know,” I replied.
She groaned, covering Cyan’s ears. “Are daughters supposed to talk like that in front of their mothers?”
“Girl, please, you do not wanna go there with me.”
“Have you set a date for the wedding yet?”
“I don’t think I want one,” I replied.
“Who doesn’t want a wedding?”
Sloane lived for attention, so passing up an opportunity to remind the city we sat at the top of the totem pole confused her. I didn’t need a fancy wedding to prove anything to anybody.
“Me. It’s an expensive headache, and neither of us has that many friends or family.”
She hated herself for asking. “What does Treason want?”
“Whatever I want.”
We chatted while Sloane played with Cyan until she got an important text. She didn’t reply when I asked if it was Jaleb, but I knew it was. Somebody else’s husband was the only person who could disarm Sloane and make her blush. I didn’t understand it, but it wasn’t my business. If Michelle was okay sharing her husband, who was I to object? I just knew I wasn’t sharing mine.
Treason left for the office, while I played with Cyan until it was time for me to shower and get dressed. I hadn’t attended a Women’s League meeting yet that was actually worth my time. Today’s was no different, but Daige was right. It was a bad look if theFirst Ladydidn’t attend, so I got dressed, kissed my baby, and drove downtown.
Zora was at the podium talking about something Daige and I weren’t listening to when Evina walked in, offering a sympathetic smile. She’d finally given up hope of finding Lorenzo and began cleaning out his belongings. In them was footage from the security system that forced her to confront the truth. I was annoyed when it mysteriously leaked online. Reliving your worst days in front of millions wasn’t easy, but I was happy to put it all behind me.
“Ohhh, what do you think about a race car theme?”
“I think Cyan’s not turning one for another five months,” I giggled, at her flashing me a picture on her phone.
“Time flies when you’re having fun, and Titi’s baby will not have a tacky ass party. I’m sparing no expense.”
“What does Abdul have to say about that?”
Daige’s face scrunched. “I wish he would bother me. I don’t say anything about how much money he wastes on those damn drones.”
“Did he ever find the last one?”
Daige brushed her forehead, “Don’t trigger me.”
Life showed me sometimes that the storm isn’t breaking you, but putting you back together. That doesn’t always come wrapped in a pretty bow. It’s challenging, painful, and scary. You may never be the same after that, but life showed me that not all change is bad. Sometimes everything you want is on the other side of the changes you’re scared to make. Treason and Cyan were proof of that.
