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“How. Long?”
I swallowed.
There was no point lying now.
“A year and a half.”
Her entire face dropped.
Not dramatically.
It was worse than that.
She just went still.
“A year and a half?”
I nodded.
Heather turned away from me.
“Wow.”
“How long for you?”
“Damn near three years.”
“What the fuck?”
“Yeah.”
“Three fucking years?”
I started pacing.
“Oh my fucking God.”
Three years.
This wasn’t some random shit.
This wasn’t Xay slipping up once or twice.
This nigga had whole fucking relationships running behind Samantha’s back.
With her sister and her cousin.
Heather turned around.
“Did Sam ever find out about you?”
“No.”
“She don’t know about me either.”
“Obviously.”
“Watch your fucking mouth because you in my house questioning me like you innocent!”
