Page 197 of Treason's Temptation
“Numbers must not be looking good if you’re bitching like this,” I replied, settling into my seat.
“The election is around the corner. Things are tight, and Jackson isn’t giving an inch.”
“I know. What’s left on the agenda?”
Fallon swiped through a few screens. “Town hall tomorrow. Last TV spot Tuesday night. And the canvassing schedule for the weekend.”
I nodded, rubbing the back of my neck when Jaleb added. “We gotta lock down the people who already like you. We don’t let Jackson and Calloway sway anyone who’s on the fence.”
Fallon tapped her tablet again, the quiet hum of the office feeling heavier than usual. “I sent Navie the wardrobe options for election night. Did you at least talk about it since you were late?”
“We talked, but not about that,” I smirked, causing Fallon to roll her eyes in disgust.
“Just like a nigga. Career on the line and still thinking about pussy.”
Fallon was back to rattling off shit we’d already discussed, but her nerves were worse than mine these days. While she repeated plans, I skimmed my social media account.
“You knew about this?” I asked by flashing my phone at Fallon. Her eyes focused on Navie’s well-curated photo shoot announcing our pregnancy.
“About what?” Fallon’s eyes bulged, “Ohh! I told you from the beginning we can’t control her. You said we’re doing it, so here we are.”
“Fuck!” I groaned, dropping my phone to free my hands to massage my temples.
“It was getting hard to hide anyway. Better you guys announce it than someone else.”
“I don’t wanna’ hear that shit right now.”
“The truth hurts sometimes. It’s out, and now you move on and handle business,” Jaleb replied.
“You’re enjoying this shit, aren’t you?”
“Watching you get your ass handed to you is a lot more entertaining than I thought it would be,” Jaleb admitted.
“I’ll leave y’all to enjoy your win since they don’t come around too often. I have a meeting.”
As I walked the halls to my meeting, my public response to Navie was much different from the tone in our text thread.
Me: I’m going to put my foot in your ass.
Blue: Heard that before. I thought we were a team
Blue: Were you just running game on me
Me: We are a team but you wanna be a single mom so bad.
Blue: Never, I’d be a deadbeat before a single mom.
Me: I’m not playin’ with you. You got me fucked up fr playing with son.
Blue: Hmm I might like that.
Me: Navie.
One word that let her know I wasn’t in the fuckin’ mood to play had her texting a different tune.
Blue: You needed me to show up for you, and I did. It was going to come out anyway. Don’t be mad. I love you, Stink.
Me: Love you, too.
