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My brows furrowed as I stared at her in confusion.

“Why would he be comparing the two of us?”

My question seemed to hit a nerve as she glared at me.

“It’s a question I ask myself daily. You don’t have shit on me, if we’re being honest. I’m prettier than you, I’m more popular than you and my pussy is obviously better since he can’t seem to stay out of it. Even with all of that, he still can’t seem to let you go, and I’m sick of this shit.”

Her revelation caused my stomach to drop, but I kept a straight face. Solly squeezed my hand, letting me know he was there.

“I guess my real question is why you seem to have more issues with me than the man you’re playing side chick for. I wake up every day without a care in the world, yet it’s clear I have a fully furnished duplex in your mind. If your pussy was as good as you claim, why hasn’t he chosen you? As you can see, he’s not on my mind, but you're obviously not on his either. How is that my fault?”

Over the course of our relationship, I had asked Rondell about Leora and a few other ladies who hung around them, and he always assured me they were nothing more than run-through hoes his buddies liked to keep around. I wasn’t dumb, though. He would keep his ringer off whenever we were around, and whenever I went to his games and the girls gave me weird stares, he would chalk it up to jealousy. While I didn’t doubt they were jealous of me, I also knew it had nothing to do with me as a person.

“Bitch, I should beat your ass! You’ve got me so fucked up!” Leora roared as she stepped towards me. Tanashe pulled her back and whispered something in her ear that caused her to calm down. I thought it was over until a smirk flashed across her face.

“Yeah, I need to calm down. I almost forgot that I’m in no condition to be fighting with you. One thing I know for a fact is my pussy is better than yours because I’m about to give him something you can’t.” She grinned evilly as she rubbed her non-existent belly.

I won’t lie and say it didn’t sting because it was much deeper than her being pregnant.

“Congratulations, I guess. I don’t know what you want from me, but I have nothing for you. If you want Rondell so badly, then take him. I’m not standing in your way, love.”

On the outside, I appeared cool, but on the inside, I wanted to throw a cast iron skillet at Ron’s head. He had been obsessing over my whereabouts, constantly accusing me of cheating and putting his hands on me for sport, and the whole time he had been fucking bitches left and right without any concern for my feelings or, more importantly, my health.

“You can put on the fake act all you want, but I know you’re crushed inside. Rondell’s been fucking me long before you even came into the picture. Hell, the only reason he even stayed with you was that he was hoping his connection to you and your brother Messiah would help him get into the NBA. He was never supposed to catch real feelings for you, and now that the truth is out, I hope he finally sees you for the worthless bitch I’ve always known you were.”

For a moment I almost lost my cool and forgot all about her being pregnant. She was trying to strike a nerve with me, and I was ready to give her exactly what she was looking for. Before I could react, Solomon tucked my body deeper against his.

“Aye, call that nigga up,” Solomon demanded.

Leora’s eyes bucked as a crowd formed around us.

“W-What?” she stuttered.

“You keep saying that you’re where he wants to be, right? Then call him up, so you can let him know that he’s all yours now. Go ahead,” he urged.

“I-I don’t have to prove anything to anyone. I’m the one carrying his baby, so it’s obvious that our shit is deep,” she shot back.

“Cool, then call him. I’m sure you’re dying to let him know his girl is with another man.” Solomon pressed.

I wasn’t sure where he was going with his request, but I could tell Leora didn’t like the idea of someone having the upper hand. She glanced around before pressing a few buttons on her phone. She called Rondell twice, but he didn’t pick up. Her fingers typed fiercely before she called him two more times. Rondell finally picked up on the last call, causing Leora to smile victoriously, but it was short-lived when Solomon snatched the phone.

“Aye, pussy ass bitch!” Solo roared into the phone. It was out of character for him to get loud, so it took me by surprise.

“W-who the fuck is this?” Rondell yelled back.

Draike stood on the other side of Solomon and the two of them looked like two bad ass kids up to no good. People had their phones out everywhere; I just knew this was about to be the hot topic on campus for at least a week.

“I’m about to show you. One second.”

The call disconnected, and Solomon called him back on FaceTime. My stomach dropped to my ass when the call connected, and he held the phone to his face.

“I’ma keep this shit short because based on the contact number, you already know what time it is. I let you have your time even though I knew your bitch ass was never good enough for my Honey, but that shit is dead now. She doesn’t belong to you anymore. Truthfully, you and I both know she never did. You fumbled like a mothafucka, but it’s all good cause Daddy’s home pussy ass nigga.” Solomon panned the camera.

“What! Nigga, you’ve got me fucked up! That’s my bitch, and you could never take her away from me!” Rondell was foaming at the mouth with his face pressed into the camera.” Solomon taunted him.

I stood there frozen, unable to speak. My mind was filled with so many thoughts and feelings. I was hurt, angry, and broken, but I also felt protected. Although Solomon was lying to get under his skin, I knew he only did it to save me from being embarrassed. It may have been wrong, but it felt good for Rondell to get a taste of his own medicine.

“Yeah, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind when I’m eating her pussy tonight. She ain’t never made love to a real nigga before, so it’s gonna be a long night. I wouldn’t call her phone if I were you.” Solomon winked and then disconnected the call.