Page 88 of Just Listen
I sighed. “Zae, look, that ship has sailed. Me and you both know that you’ll probably never get over the fact that she isn’t yours.”
“I am over it.”
I lightly laughed. “No, you’re not. You’re just saying whatever to regain access to me.”
“Nah. It’s deeper than that. I still love you—”
“You love me? What about your girlfriend, Zae?”
“The only girlfriend I got is you.”
“Okay. Now, I know that you’re full of shit. We haven’t been a thing in over ten months.”
“And I haven’t been a thing with nobody else since.”
“Then what happened to that girl?”
“Who?”
“You know. The one on IG.”
“Mann,” he drawled. “I let one broad post a picture with me in the club, and now she’s my gal? How did you come up with that?”
I sucked my teeth. “Boy, bye. Stop acting like I’m not the girl that can make one phone call and get the tea on whoever. So, trust when I say that I know everything.”
“Bullshit. You know whatever narrative a woman chooses to push. Me being a man, and coming through to fuck don’t make us a couple.”
“Yeah, if you say so.”
“Nah, I’m dead serious. You can ask any hoe who’s been in my face. They all know that I’m just waiting on that call from you.”
“Boy…you’re tripping.”
“How is that?”
“Well, for one, Khari has a daddy.”
“Yeah. Some nigga that’s with the next bitch—”
“That’s not the situation, anymore.”
There was a pregnant pause, before he continued.
“Since when?”
I inhaled. “Since a couple of months ago.”
“So, so, what does that mean?” He stuttered.
“It means that he’s in the picture.”
“You fucking him?”
“Baby,” Malice sputtered, as he popped the bedroom door open. “You want me to fix you a plate of leftovers?” He queried, as he waltzed into the room, with Khari in tow.
“Umm…that’s cool,” I responded, while gazing at him.
“Who the fuck is that?” Zae growled in my ear.
