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This motherfucker.

I slowly put my bag back down.

Henry was already smiling.

“Check the fucking ball.”

SAMANTHA

“Bitch, hurry up!”

I rolled my eyes at Nesha’s face on my phone while I pushed another dress to the side.

“I am hurrying!”

“No, the fuck you not. You been showing me dresses for twenty minutes.”

“Because, bitch, I ain’t never been to no shit like this!”

Nesha laughed.

I had her on FaceTime propped against my jewelry box while I stood in front of my closet trying to figure out what the fuck a married mother of four wore to a kinky party.

I had barely gotten any sleep either.

Between Heather going into labor, Collin finally being born early this morning, coming home, checking on my own kids and crashing for a few hours, I damn near told Nesha I wasn’t going.

Then I remembered Thursday night.

Fuck that.

I was going.

Nesha opened her mouth to say something else right when my bedroom door opened.

Xay walked in holding Serenity against his chest.

I still had no idea who fucked his ass up yesterday.

Whoever did it, my husband either owed that nigga money or slapped the nigga’s mother because his face still looked crazy.

Swelling around one eye.

Busted lip.

Little bruise starting to darken along his cheek.

And every time I asked what happened, I got some stupid-ass answer.

I grabbed the black slip dress off my bed.

“I’ll be ready in twenty, Nesha.”

“Okay, bitch. I’m pulling up with bells and whistles.”

I laughed and hung up.

Xay was looking at me.