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“Damn, what’d he do? Y’all were just cool this morning.” I asked.
“Nothing, I’m just not going to put all my eggs in one basket. Plus, you know I don’t like messing with street niggas. I ain’t tryna get my feelings too invested. The sex is good, but he cannot be my husband.” She shrugged.
“What happened to the guy you went and got hibachi with? Jalen, right?” I questioned.
Chanel sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. “Girl, I cut that nigga off. You know how the chef squirts Sake into someone’s mouth? He was literally leaning back in his chair to catch that shit and did it for over thirty seconds. That shit gave me the ick!” She explained with her face scrunched up.
Taryn and I burst into laughter. “Oh hell naw. I know you fuckin’ lying! I would’ve walked out and left his ass there.” I snickered.
“If I’m lying, I’m flying, and I ain’t got no wings. Dru’s cool though. I’ll enjoy his time while I have it. I know I’m not his only bitch anyway. He hangs with Messiah so I know that nigga gets around.”
“Oh girl, not too much on my brother. He’s calmed down a lot. Him and Gia have been together for a minute.”
“They are not in a relationship.” Chanel rolled her eyes again and finished the rest of her drink.
“How you know that?” Taryn asked.
“Rightttt. You gotta choose Nel. You can’t have Siah and Dru, that’s messy.”
“Blessing, please. Nobody wants Messiah.” We all laughed before Chanel changed the subject. Part of me felt like her and Messiah were more than they claimed, but she would never keep a secret like that from me.
The server returned with our food and refills on our mimosas. By the time we finished our brunch, we were good and drunk. It seemed like all the champagne in the drink went straight to my pussy. I was supposed to take my ass home, but I’d asked the driver to drop me off at Saint’s house instead.
I used my thumbprint to let myself into the house. I wasn’t sure if he was home yet because I didn’t let him know I was coming. I kicked my heels off and skipped upstairs into his bedroom. There were clothes sprawled around the floor, and I could hear the shower going. I was butt ass naked by the time I walked into the bathroom. I pulled the shower door open, causing Saint to jump. He was seated on the bench, letting the water pour over him.
“Damn baby, you scared the shit outta me.” He chuckled, pulling me into him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my lips against his.
“Sorry, Papa. I wanted to surprise you. I missed you, real bad.” His hands slid down my waist onto my ass.
“Where the girls at?” He asked, backing up until he was seated on the bench.
“Messiah has them until the game Thursday.”
Instead of responding, he hungrily kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I climbed into his lap, never breaking the kiss. My hand wrapped around his already hard length, rubbing his tip up and down my clit before sliding down onto him until I reached the base of his dick. I moaned into his mouth as he gripped my hips, pumping upward inside of me. His thrusts were long and hard; I knew he was about to have me walking funny again.
After we finished in the shower, I threw on one of his shirts and fell asleep. I was in a deep sleep when I heard my phone constantly dinging on the nightstand. I yawned and looked around the room.
“Your phone has been going crazy for the past few minutes,” Saint said, passing it to me. He was standing on the side of the bed with his gaming headset on and his PS5 controller in his hand. “I heard that shit through my headphones.” He placed a kiss on my forehead before going back towards the couch to continue playing his game.
I unlocked my phone and looked at the notifications. Chanel, Taryn, Symone, and I had created a group chat the night we went out, and it was going crazy right now. Chanel had sent a link to an Instagram post fromGossipInTheCove. I clicked the link and rolled my eyes at the post.
GossipInTheCove:Is it shade or a coincidence? Covies, earlier we reposted a picture of #BlessingCarter looking good this past weekend. A few minutes ago, we were sent a screen recording of #MariahHampton, the ex-girlfriend of #SaintSimmons, quoting the lyrics to rapper Latto’s Brokey. “You won’t catch me in no shark boots, y’all burnt ‘em out.” Is there beef brewing?
I went back to the group chat’s text thread.
Chanel: Omg that bitch is so fucking pressed.
Taryn: literally. She worried about the wrong shit!
Symone: She probably wasn’t even talking about her. It’s weird to even assume she was.
Chanel: Symone, don’t pmo fr.
Symone: Girl I’m just saying. What reason would she even have to be talking about Blessing?
Taryn: Symone bffr. Blessing already told us how the bitch was shading her when she first started working for Saint.
Chanel: Exactly. Fuck you being weird for? That bitch must be her friend or something.
