CHAPTER 9
MYOME
Idiscreetly checked my phone for what felt like the hundredth time to text Charm back while Emmett was just talking and talking and talking, rambling about his recent game and the new car he planned on buying and the new house he’d gotten for his parents. I was genuinely happy for him. I was glad he got to live his dream and do something he loved, but the more he talked about the money he was making, the more I had to physically refrain from rolling my eyes. I didn’t care about his money and it was annoying me that he seemed so sure I did, like I was some kind of gold digger.
“What about dessert?” the waitress asked.
I blinked several times because I hadn’t even realized she was standing beside us.
“I think I’m good,” I said. “I couldn’t eat another bite.”
“You barely ate that.” Emmett chuckled as he gestured to my mostly full plate.
“Yeah. I’m just not really hungry.”
“So, we’re good on the dessert?” the waitress asked.
“Yeah. We’re good.”
“Can we get the check?” I added.
“Sure. I’ll get that for you right now.”
“Thanks.”
I glanced down as Charm responded to my message and saw she’d sent me a link instead. I tapped it and was immediately irritated when I saw a BB post. I just knew she had another think piece on my life. Her post was of a black screen and it took a minute for me to realize it was a screenshot from Niecy’s page.
I read her statement once, then twice. She admitted it was a secret photo taken and she and Drix hadn’t kissed since our marriage let alone had sex.
Me: I should go stomp that bitch out.
Charm: Correct. Whoop that trick.
I made a mental note to slap the taste out of her mouth as soon as I saw her.
“Are you okay?” Emmett asked and my head snapped up.
“Huh?”
“You’ve been in your phone a lot tonight.”
“Sorry. It’s Charm.”
“She good?”
“Yeah. She’s okay. She’s just having some issues with a verse,” I lied.
“Damn. I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Me too. She has a good foundation, so I’m just giving her advice.”
“Damn. Well, I hope it works out for her.”
“Me too.”
Emmett exhaled and glanced off briefly before looking at me again.
“Soooo”—he dragged the word out—“Are you hoping to work shit out with your complicated marriage?”