Page 40 of Trading In A Broken Heart

“Okay. Nice meeting you, Saint.”

He hit me with a head nod as I exited the kitchen. All I heard behind me was, “You say anything to that girl and Savion gon’ kill you.”

* * *

Later that night

My phone vibrated on the pillow next to my head. Grabbing it, I saw that it was a text from Luxe.

Big Luxe: I have a date tonight. You mind tagging along? I don’t know much about him.

Luxe asked me something like that was normal. I was just shocked that she was asking me right now after I dropped that bomb on them. Nobody had anything to say about the Savion situation. They were all continuing about their lives as if I hadn’t said I was married to the man.

Me: Yeah. I don’t have nothing else to do. What’s the lo?

Big Luxe: Crab Station. Eight. Don’t be obvious.

Me: Gotcha.

It was only five thirty, so I had plenty of time to burn before I had to go to Crab Station. Luxe’s ass was always going on dates, but she wasn’t taking anyone serious. My sister was the biggest lover girl at heart. Right now, I think that she was just terrified to give her heart to the wrong person again. Every nigga that she ever ended up with always broke her heart. There were a few that I had to shove my red bottoms up their ass. I prayed one day she’d find her a good man, or a good man found her, rather. Either way, Luxe deserved happiness.

Getting up from bed, I went and grabbed me a pair of tights and a sports bra to toss on. I wasn’t trying to look cute or nothing. I just needed to blend in good enough where nobody would recognize me. It wasn’t like I was that recognizable in the first place. Unlike the rest of the Saint-Merciers, I didn’t grow up in their household. A lot of people didn’t even realize that I was a Saint-Mercier. They were so used to seeing all the others together that they didn’t pay me any mind. Honestly, it didn’t even bother me. It only meant that my life wasn’t in the spotlight.

After I got dressed, I removed my bonnet, grabbed my phone and purse, and left out the room.

“Where you going?” Savion asked me when I passed him in the hallway.

“You Saint or Savion?” I stopped and asked. He was wearing his glasses, but I couldn’t be too sure.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and asked, “You met Saint?”

“Yeah.” Folding my arms over my chest, I asked, “And when were you gon’ tell me that there was three of you?”

“I ain’t think it was important at the moment.”

“You didn’t think?” I tapped my temple. “I could’ve easily mistaken him for you had I not paid attention to the tattoos. What if I would’ve fucked him?”

Savion’s jaw muscle clenched.

“You gon’ learn to stop fucking with me.” I flashed him a grin. I just loved getting under his skin.

“See you later, hubby.” I turned and tossed my hand up in the air.

* * *

I pulled into the parking lot thirty minutes earlier than the date Luxe said she had and got out of the car. I wanted to be inside already by the time they got here so that I wouldn’t be seen. When I entered the building, I stopped at the hostess booth. “Hey. I need two tables, but thing is, the second table is for a couple that’s about to come in here soon.” Taking out my phone, I showed her a picture of Luxe. “This is what the woman looks like. I need both tables near each other. They can be a couple tables apart, but I need to be able to see my sister from where I’m sitting. Here’s two hundred dollars for you to make that shit happen.” I pulled out my wallet and handed her the money.

She nodded and stepped from behind the booth. I watched her as she skimmed the restaurant to see exactly where she was about to put us.

“Right this way,” she said and led me through the restaurant. I sat at the farthest table. “Do you need a menu?”

“I guess so.” I might as well grab something while I was here.

“Your waitress will be right with you.”

“Thanks.”

I scrolled my social media while I waited for the waitress and for Luxe and her date to arrive.