Page 79 of Treason's Temptation
“That’s how you do me. I haven’t had my fix in weeks. I’m going through withdrawal,” she complained.
“I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”
“Hmm, just like a man. Lying through your teeth.”
“Just like aman? So Papa was a liar too?”
“He was a man, won’t he?” she retorted, making Treason shake his head. “Let me see your girlfriend.”
Treason winked before turning the camera on me.
“Hi,” I waved nervously.
“Hey, baby. I’m Evelyn, but everybody calls me Evie. How are you?”
“It’s nice to meet you. Managing and dealing with your grandson.”
“Will you be joining us for brunch?”
“I don’t know,” I replied, eyeing Treason.
“Ain’t nobody asking Tre,” she fired back, but he grabbed the phone, throwing me a lifeline.
“Dang, Gram. Why are you putting me on the spot like that? How do you know I want to bring her to brunch?”
“You got her all up in your house!” Gram sassed, rolling her neck.
“Being in my house doesn’t have anything to do with brunch,” Treason replied, matching her energy.
“Have her at brunch soon, Tre.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he sighed, returning the phone to his mother.
Worn out from Evie’s yelling, Inez called it a night, tasking Treason with walking her out. She seemed like a nice woman, but I was well-versed in the art of deception. Or maybe I was hoping so to calm my nerves.
“You’re so spoiled,” I said when Treason stepped off the elevator. “That’s why you think everything is supposed to go your way.”
“Everybody wants shit their way. That has nothing to do with being hugged and loved as a kid.”
“You were hugged too much,” I fussed, shoving him back. “Your mom seems like a nice lady, or is that where you get your acting skills?”
“Inez doesn’t do shit for show. Not even for me,” Treason chuckled. “What you see is what you get.”
“Hmm, did you guys talk about me on the elevator?”
“Of course. She couldn’t wait to remind meDon’t fuck this one up. Be nice, Tre. Like you’re not in here driving me crazy.”
“Bullshit,” I tossed the balled-up paper towel at him, calling his bluff.
“No bullshit.”
“She was much nicer than I expected. What kinda asshole did she procreate with to make you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Oh,” My face clouded with uneasiness and regret. “Sorry.”
Treason didn’t take it personally. He just smiled, revealing those premature dimples that hadn’t quite finished forming.
