“Yet, baby…yet.”
I giggled. “Since I’m a liar, what do you need from me, Gerald?”
His lips brushed across my jawline. “I need you to pack something for the weekend.”
“I’m a mother… I cannot just pick up and leave my child.”
Holding my chin. “Trust me to handle it.”
His voice was so smooth and reassuring. I didn’t trust a thing that came out of a man’s mouth except Menace. That was mostly because I didn’t believe Menace had the capability to lie.
Each time he should have lied, the man was telling the truth. With Gerald, he made me feel like he wasn’t just telling me anything. That he was going to actually stand behind his words.
For good measure, I stared into his eyes, waiting to see whenitwould slip. There was always a slip that I had been able to catch in men. Always seeing it the minute their eyes changed.
Whenever I took on a new client, I could always tell when they were telling me the truth or telling a lie. You would think because their truth was protected, they would be honest, but some men walked into my office, opened their mouths and lied to the person responsible for protecting their freedom.
“What should I pack? This is too spontaneous for me, Gerald.” I started to stress. I was someone who had to make excel sheets to put together my outfits.
Blair and Capri both knew the minute they made plans, I needed at least a week to mentally prepare to do anything.
“You don’t need anything fancy. Pack some casual relaxed shit.”
“That tells me so much.” I sarcastically replied, even more stressed because what wascasual relaxed shit?
His phone started to ring, and he released me from his hold by the sink. “Go and pack something while I handle this.”
I watched as he put his phone to his ear and then walked over toward the window. Grabbing my phone, I went down the hall to my bedroom and called Blair.
It was Friday and I knew Capri and Meer were going on their date nights. With four kids now, they planned out their time together, which I thought was cute.
“Well, hey. I wasn’t expecting a text message back until next year,” Blair sarcastically answered the phone.
I plopped down on the tufted ottoman in my bathroom. “Ha, you’re hilarious.”
“Zayah is in the kitchen with Gams. It’s something about the sound of her cutting on that wooden cutting board that always puts her to sleep.”
“My diva… I want to give you and Sim a break.” Blair busted out laughing. “I’m not an incompetent stupid fat bitch, B.”
The laughing seized, and the line grew quiet. “Who the hell even said all of that, Zoya?”
“I can watch my God daughter… I am a mother, you know.”
Blair chuckled. “Whenever you’re ready to watch your God daughter, you can come pick her up.”
“Thanks.”
“Everything alright, Zoy?”
I messed with a loose thread on the ottoman. “Gerald is here, and he wants to take me away for the weekend.”
Even with us being over the phone, I could hear Blair sit up in whatever she was sitting in. “Wait, seriously?”
“Yes. He forced me with a gun to come pack.”
“Zoya, please,” Blair busted out laughing.
To know me was to know that I had dark, dry humor, and I was very dramatic. If I allowed you in, you quickly learned just how big of a baby I really was.
