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I knew how to make money.

Knew how to work a room.

Knew how to look at a nigga and figure out within five minutes whether he had two hundred dollars to spend or two thousand.

And having a baby wasn’t changing shit.

“What are you doing here?”

My smile dropped.

I knew that voice.

I turned.

Kiana.

Here this bitch go.

Our house manager came walking toward us looking put together as usual.

Couldn’t stand her ass for the life of me.

“Just wanted to see my people.”

Kiana looked me up and down.

Slowly.

Her eyes stopped on my stomach.

“You still fucking pregnant.”

“No shit.”

“Then don’t worry about seeing your people until you drop that kid.”

I chuckled.

“Whatever, Kiana.”

“I’m serious. Your ass supposed to be home.”

“My doctor didn’t put me on bed rest.”

“Did he tell you to come hang around a strip club?”

“Probably would’ve if I asked.”

Taty snorted.

Kiana cut her eyes toward her.

Taty suddenly found something else to do.

“The fuck you doing here?”

I turned again.