Page 31 of Love & Vendettas
We ended the call after a while when there was some noise in his background. He said his siblings were acting up again, and he’d call me the next day.
Only, he never did. I wasn’t prepared for that Saturday, being the last one I’d hear from him for about seven months. The next time that we saw each other, there would be nothing but attitude from me, although I’d be happy to see him too.
15 – ZAIRE – FAB FIVE
PRESENT DAY
“A’ight, I have to go,” I say, hearing a knock at my door that propels me from my feet and to the partially open office door.
I open it and smile brightly at the face on the other side.
“Yeah, baby. I’ll be home late tonight. I’m meeting with the Fab Five,” I say, chuckling.
“Okay, Z. Just be safe on your way home. Tell them I said hi.”
“I will. Love you, babe.”
“Love you too,” she professes before we end the call.
“Good to see you, beautiful.” I wrap Cheyenne in my arms and kiss her.
“But of course it is. You know it’s always good to see my gorgeous face whenever I step on the premises.”
I chuckle and check out her tan pantsuit.
“You’re looking good in that suit.”
“You’re not looking too bad yourself. So, what are we eating tonight?”
“Your favorite, baby girl. Shrimp marinara, antipasto salad with bocconcini and green-olive tapenade, and garlic bread.”
“Mm. My stomach is growling already. I haven’t eaten since lunch, and it’s already after eight.”
“Why’d you wait so long?”
“Because you’re feeding me. A girl has to keep her curves and figure in check.”
“You sound like Bayleigh.”
“Speaking of, we have brunch this Saturday. Savannah, Lei-Lei, and I,” Cheyenne states.
“Don’t get my woman in trouble, you hear me?” I say, wagging my finger at her.
“If you’d give her your last name, that wouldn’t be a problem.”
Groaning, I ask, “Are we back at that? You know why I won’t marry her. She knows, and she’s accepted it, so why’s it a thing with you?”
“Are we talking about you marrying Bayleigh again?” Savannah asks, stepping through the door at the same time as Damascus.
“Yep,” Cheyenne replies, popping her “p.”
“Don’t know why you don’t go ahead and tie the knot, bro,” Damascus asserts.
Rolling my eyes, I reply, “You too?”
“Might as well go ahead and make an honest man out of yourself. It’s not like you’re eyeballing anyone else anyway. You’ve been out of the game since you laid eyes on her. Am I right? Tell me I’m wrong,” he challenges.
“Just speaking facts, bro.”
