I laughed. “Not yet. Tell me about Taylor.”
She tittered. “Fine. There’s not much to tell, really. She loves to eat fruit, any kind except for cranberries. She loves Ms. Rachel’s ass?—”
“Who is Ms. Rachel?”
“A popular educator from YouTube who sings nursery rhymes and does sign language. I don’t know what it is about her, but she has these babies in a trance.” She laughed. “Umm, her birthday is August third, she loves to give me kisses and get her feet tickled. She’s really the best thing that ever came out of that marriage. I truly don’t know what I would do without her.”
I smiled. “She sounds like an amazing baby.”
“She is.”
“You split custody with him?”
She nodded. “He gets her every other week. At first, I didn’t want her around that home-wrecker, but I didn’t want to be the bitter baby mama. If she doesn’t mistreat her, I don’t care about anything else.”
“Humph. Is he still trying to fuck you?”
She looked at me but didn’t say anything. I frowned and sat back, my mind now trying to find a way to check this nigga without killing him.
“Ghana, stop.”
“I ain’t do shit.”
“Yet. I can see you over there thinking. Trust me, he knows he will never touch me again.”
“He needs a reminder from a different source because he ain’t gon’ learn until another man claims you. Right now, he thinks you’re single, so he gon’ try that slick shit, and I’m not one to allow it.”
“You’re talking like you’re my man already.” She giggled.
My eyes went to her. My face was stoic because I didn’t understand why she thought I wasn’t. “Ros, if you think you ain’t mine, you’re the one that may need to be evaluated. I don’t give a damn if it’s only been one week or one hour; I’m invested now. And that nigga gon’ know something real soon. I’ma give it some time and let you be the messenger. If he continues, then you already know what it is.”
A smirk lifted onto her face. “But you don’t want to have sex with me here. My man would never deny me.” She pouted and laughed.
I smiled. “A’ight, shorty. Let me find out you're low-key addicted to me too.”
“I might be,” she said teasingly.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
She laughed when I scooped her up.
“Wait. I need to pee first.”
I placed her on her feet. “Down that hall, straight ahead.”
“You’re not going to come with me?”
“If I come with you, I’m going to fuck you. I have another surprise set up for you.”
“Okay, fine. I’ll be right back.” She kissed my lips and walked away. I watched her ass sway until she disappeared behind the door, and I shook my head. Ros was going to be my fucking kryptonite. Each moment with her was a blessing I didn’t even think I deserved. Her fine ass had me hooked, and there was no way her bitch-ass baby daddy wasn’t gon’ find out how I was coming behind her.
My phone rang, and I reached into my inside pocket to retrieve it. Seeing Nichelle’s name, once again, was about to make me blow a fucking gasket. This was the seventh time in twenty-four hours that she had blown me up.
Each time I was about to block her, I got distracted because I was busy trying to get shit set up for Autumn. I sighed, walked to a secluded area, and answered.
“You got a lot of fucking nerves to keep calling me, Nich. You must want me to really hurt your deceiving ass,” I said, through gritted teeth.
“I don’t! Please, I need to tell you something!”