Page 44 of Juice
“I’mma get em.” She finally said before twirling off. “You getting anything else?”
“Nawl. I think I’m good.”
“Okay.”
Shunta had the sales associate pull a few more pieces and once she had more than enough shit we were checked out and headed to Mariposa at Neiman to eat lunch. After being escorted to our seats the two of us ordered a cocktail.
“Friend, you gone come to Vegas for my birthday?”
“It’s in two weeks, right? The nineteenth.”
“It is.” She confirmed.
Taking a sip out of my drink, I nodded my head. “That’s the plan. Julius has a show that weekend in D.C and he’s taking Jude with him so I’m available.”
“Good. My new friend gon’ fly us out on his private jet.”
“What new friend?” I queried, cause the last I heard Shunta, and her baby daddy was back fucking off.
“Somebody I met at Allure the other night.”
“I thought you was?—”
“You thought wrong.” She frowned and waved me off. “I gave him some pussy a few times and had the nigga thinking we was ‘bout to be a family again. Yeah no.” She shook her head. “I tried and failed.” The way her eyes dipped down I could tell it was more to the story, but I wasn’t going to pry.
Hell for once Julius and I were back to how we were before the whole Miami debacle. The night of my fashion show had ultimately put us in a better position. I wasn’t looking over my shoulder at him or doubting anything he was saying. Can’t really say why it changed but I was happy that it had.
“I’m sorry friend.”
“Don’t be. He did it.”
“I know but still.”
“Truthfully Nariah it’s cool. I knew better than to double back with Rome.”
“You got kids with the nigga though Shunta so it’s perfectly okay if you wanted to give it another go. Can’t nobody fault you for that. And definitely not me.”
“The last thing I’m worried ‘bout is a bitch judging me. Hell, I’m judging myself. Should’ve fucked that nigga and ran his pockets like I usually do. Thinking with fat ma had my ass all sad. I see the light now sis.” She giggled and stuck her tongue out.
“Okay girl. I hear you.” My phone buzzing inside of my purse put the conversation on pause. Pulling it out, I unlocked it and narrowed my eyes at the screen. “This nigga.”
“Nari, what’s wrong?”
Instead of telling her I decided to just show her. Turning the phone around I held it up. Snatching the phone out of my hand Shunta swiped through the pictures. “I know like hell Juice ain’t go out like that.”
“Apparently he did.” Licking the corner of my mouth I thought ofeverylie that nigga had told me.
According to the post Lariah had sent me Julius had been fucking around with the bitch I asked him about in Miami. Sis decided to air the nigga out ‘cause he abruptly stopped paying the rent on her condo. I guess she thought airing him out was going to do something. If anything, she had pissed him off ‘cause now I had proof that he had really been fucking around.
Handing me back the phone Shunta asked. “What you gone do now, Nari?”
“Oh I’mma leave that nigga.” I stated with conviction. “In fact.” I paused to pull a few bills out of my wallet. Dropping them on the table I excused myself. “I’mma hit you up later.” ThankGod my shit was already in my truck. Racing out of Neiman’s café I dialed my mama number.
“Nariah, I already know. Your sister sent it to me.”
“Oh, I didn’t call for that. Can you get Jude from Ms. Norma house. I’m ‘bout to run home and pack us some clothes.”
“Yeah, I can leave right now.”
