Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Yeah, cuz you a doctor. How ‘bout you answer the doctor we do know before he—”
Ping.
Another text message. I ignored that too. “Whose side are you on anyway?”
“The man you left in bed,” he paused, cocking his hip out. “Was he naked?”
“I can’t even talk to you.”
“Psshhh, honey please. That man gave you multiples and you’re still fuckin’ bitchy.”
“He. Said. He. Loved. His. Wife.”
“I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck.”
“You’re impossible.”
“Camila, look in a mirror, okay? Don’t try me. I’ll always love my old dog, but that don’t mean I don’t love my new dog.”
“You got a dog?”
“Oh God, Gurl. I did two days ago. He’s so cute too. Such a little shit, so I named him Jackson.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. Danté was my best friend for a reason.
“Speaking of little shits, did you hear Sean got arrested this mornin’?”
“Sean?” I jerked back, shaken up. “Are you sure?”
“Mmm hmm, and word around the street is he gonna be behind dem bars for a long motherfuckin’ time.”
“For what?”
“Possession of an illegal firearm used in a murder.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“I don’t know, gurl. I ain’t the C.I.A. I guess it had his dirty, grubby prints on it.”
“Sean would never leave his gun behind anywhere.”
“Honey, you act like Sean is the brightest crayon in the box or somethin’. That man stupid as fuck. Who the hell knows, all I do know is the tea is motherfuckin’ hot this mornin’. Everyone in the neighborhood talkin’ ‘bout him finally gettin’ what he was due for. A cock in his fuckin’ ass!”
“Danté! My parents!”
“They can’t hear me, they cookin’. You know how they be when they be cookin’. So anyways, happy late birthday to you, baby girl. Your pain in the ass be gone, for sho.”
“How did they even prove it was his prints? He doesn’t have a record.”
“Gurl, you don’t remember that one time he went to Juvie for threatenin’ the principal in high school?”
“Oh yeah. I completely forgot about that.”
“That’s cuz you were too busy suckin’ his cock, like a chicken head.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me.”
He wiggled his eyebrows. “Did you suck Dr. Daddy’s dick?”
“Danté…”
“Oh, come on, give me somethin’! Was he huge? I bet he is by the way you walkin’ today.”
I smirked, batting my lashes. “A lady never tells. Plus, I’m walking funny because of my ankle”
“Well since you ain’t no lady, spill.”
“He was…ummm…yeah…”
“Dayum son,” he sang. “Not only is that man gorgeous, he is packin’ some motherfuckin’ heat.”
“Shhh… my parents are going to hear you.”
“Honey, they’d be happy you finally got that stick outta your ass. And he’s a surgeon, like a surgeon at his hospital. Bitch, you marryin’ a Chief of fuckin’ Surgery, your man saves lives.”
“Now we’re getting married?”
“Did you make your ass clap on that dick? Cuz if you did, you sure as hell are.” He put his finger in my face. “I don’t look good in anything pink, coral, or teal. Okay? Remember that for my maid of honor suit.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“Camila, don’t be selfish. You’re already marryin’ my prince charmin’. The least you could do is make sure I look my best in your weddin’ photos.”
His phone rang, interrupting us.
“Ah, shit… it’s your future baby daddy.”
“Don’t answer it.”
“Hmmm…” He thought about it for a second.
“Danté, I mean it. Don’t you dare ans—”
“Hiiiiiiiiii,” he answered, and I jumped up, instantly screeching out in pain.
“Yes, that was her. No… I don’t think that’d be a good idea, cuz then she’ll just throw my phone, and I don’t wanna be at Verizon all day buyin’ a new one. Ain’t no one got time for that.”
I swear I heard Aiden growl from the other end of the phone.
“She actually don’t wanna talk to you right now, cuz you said you loved your wife in your sleep.”
My mouth dropped open. “Danté! I can’t believe you,” I clenched out, fucking furious.
“Shhh!” He hushed me, putting his hand in my face. “I’m talkin’ on the phone!”
“I’m going to kick your ass!” I took a step and recoiled in pain.
“She hurt her ankle on your stairs when she was haulin’ ass outta your house.” He looked over at my foot, I was clutching in my hands. “It’s really swollin’, kinda purple, blue thing goin’ on wit’ it… No, she won’t go. She says she’s fine… Oh, I know, I told her she wasn’t a doctor too.”
“Danté, I swear to God if you—”
He put his hand over the speaker. “I’m on the phone!” Rolling his eyes, he uncovered it. “Sorry ‘bout that, she’s rude as all hell. I already told her she shoulda’ just smacked you, not ran out on you. Mmm hmm… Yes… Oh, I agree… Oh, that’s perfect… Oh, I love that idea… Mmm hmm… Right… Okay then… I’ll text it to you… Byeeeeee.” He hung up.
I stood there with my arms crossed over my chest, livid. “I hate you.”