Page 6 of Rhoni & Dreaux

“Neither do I but I am curious about why he was so fucking stupid.”

“Don’t do the whole ‘you’re too fine for him to cheat’ thing.”

I shrugged and lifted my glass, drinking her in as it met my lips. After the smooth burn I stated, “You are.”

“But you also don’t know me. Maybe I was the problem.”

“Were you?”

“No.”

“Then like I said, I’m trying to figure how how he was so fucking stupid.”

She lifted her glass and tipped it toward me. “Stupid is a part of male DNA.”

“Damn, it’s like that?”

“For me, today, right now at this very moment, yes.”

“I’m slightly offended because I have been stupid when it comes to women plenty of times in my life but today, right now in this moment, I’m not.”

“I won't agree or disagree just yet.” She took several sips of her drink then placed the glass on the table. “Why aren’t you in jail right now? I thought that was how it worked. Sentencing, then you serve your time.”

“In most cases yes, but my lawyer requested a week for me to get my shit in order. It was a part of my deal.”

“Deal as in you snitched?”

“Fuck no.” I paused at the thought. That wasn’t me and would never be. Plus I worked solo when it came to getting money. No one to snitch on. “I paid a lot for my lawyer; he made shit happen.”

“Drugs?”

“Do I look like a drug dealer?”

She lifted her glass, finished what was left, and answered while she refilled it. “I can’t say for sure because I don’t know what a drug dealer looks like personally. If I’m gauging by TV then yes you do. The sexy face and body, tattoos, and expensive clothes.”

I laughed at how ridiculous that shit was. “Most are fat, bald, and nothing like Ghost Saint Patrick or Meech.”

Amusement danced in her pretty brown eyes. “That’s pretty disappointing because I believe you.”

“You should. It’s the truth.”

“Okay so since you’re clearly too fine to be a drug dealer, what did you do?”

“Wire transfer fraud.”

“Wow. Didn’t see that coming?”

“Neither did they.” I winked and she rolled her eyes.

“But you got caught.”

“Not completely.”

She perked up, seemingly intrigued. “What does that mean?”

“I’m not telling you that shit.”

“You don’t trust me?”

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