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Xay.

I looked at his name.

Then at Samantha walking ahead of me.

“Who is it?” she asked.

I turned the screen off.

“Nobody.”

She kept walking.

The phone started ringing again.

Xay.

I declined it.

Whatever the fuck my little brother wanted could wait.

I was on a date with his wife.

12

SAMANTHA

It was a beautiful ass morning.

Cold as shit outside, but beautiful.

The sun was out, the sky was clear, and for once I didn’t have one of my damn kids attached to my hip.

I had dropped Zion, Amari and Michael off at school earlier. Serenity was with my parents for a few hours, and my ass was currently sitting underneath a dryer at the salon with a deep conditioner soaking through my hair while Nesha sat in the chair beside me getting her feet done.

“So you been fucking this nigga since Thanksgiving?”

I looked over at her.

“Yeah, bitch.”

Nesha’s whole face lit up.

“I am so fucking proud of you, bitch.”

I frowned.

“You proud of me for cheating on my husband?”

“I’m proud of you for getting your groove fucking back, Stella.”

I busted out laughing.

“Bitch.”

“What?” She shrugged. “If your husband ain’t gonna put it down the way you like, then fuck it.”

“That is terrible advice.”