"You and Mr. Chef Boyardee." Ronnie nudged me lightly with a smile.
"Shut up," I snickered.
"When are you gonna let me meet him officially?"
Placing the phone on my lap, I turned to her. "We can see about setting something up, You're gonna love him," I smiled proudly.
Ronnie smiled. "If he got my girl grinning and giddy like this…I already know I will."
I looked down at her over my eyes. "Just promise me you won't scare him, Ronnie."
She waved me off. "He's a chef. That nigga can stand a little heat. I need to vet him if I'm gonna sign off on this relationship."
"Here you go." I rolled my eyes with a smirk. My phone chimed with Remy's reply. Picking it back up, I clicked on the message and was greeted with a dick pic instead. "Oh shit." Quickly, I turned the phone away, but not before Ronnie's nosy ass saw it.
"Now hold on, bitch!" she laughed trying to peer her head over more. "Idefinitelyneed to vet that!" She tried to grab the phone from me.
"Go away!" I cracked up holding the phone out of her reach. "Don't be trying to look at my man's dick."
"Your man…"
Like nails on a chalkboard, that aggravating ass voice doused our joy like ice-cold water. Monroe strolled her rude ass in with Bianca right on her heels wearing that same snide and condescending expression.
"I know I didn't hear what I thought I heard." She stood in front of us. "Gangsta Booty here got herself aman," she dragged out, folding her arms across her chest. "Your man know you selling pussy?"
"Oh that's it." Ronnie was already taking off her earrings.
We both stood up.
I was tired of this back-and-forth shit. "Holla at me outside, bitch." I gestured towards the door. "Since you want a problem so bad."
Bianca jumped in front of Monroe like the minion she was.
Me and Ronnie looked at each other and laughed.
"Oh bitch, you can get it too," Ronnie said.
"Hell naw…" one of the security guards popped in the entryway with a warning look. "It's too early for this catfight bullshit. Don't do it." He waved his hand back and forth. "Make some space, ladies."
With exaggerated eye rolls, Monroe and Bianca moved back some.
"Security ain't gon' protect your ass outside of here," Ronnie warned. "I'ma see you. I know you dizzy, bird bitches are responsible for those fucking rumors."
Monroe snorted a laugh. "Ohplease." She waved her off. "Don’t blame us for your series of unfortunate events,Lemony Snickett. I don’t even know what rumors you're talking about."
"Monroe," I began looking her up and down in pity, "why don't you and your emotional support bitch, carry y'all ass the fuck on." I shook my head scoffing. "I swear, I've never met a more insecure woman in my life. At this point, Madam need to give you crown and a sash for how desperate you are to prove your worth."
That got a reaction. The slick smile slid off her face as she glared at me.
"A real bad bitch doesn’t have to do all this," I continued, voice dropping. "She's not intimidated by other women." I locked eyes with her. "But you're worthless, Monroe. To me and every man who walks in here. Don’t overestimate your value outside of your pussy."
She couldn't hide the effect of my words even if she tried. That cut her. Deep. Right in the center where she probablyburied all her insecurities. I saw the flash of sadness streak her face. The way her jaw tightened. Her confident posture shifted.
"Ifuckinghate you," she bit out, chest rising and falling quickly, eyes filled with malice and rage.
"Ditto, bitch," I replied, coolly.
Without another word, she stormed out with Bianca click-clacking behind her.
