“Actually, I do know my woman is the best.”
Reason’s support and the way he pumped me up still melted my heart. “Stop. You’re making me blush.”
“You know it’s true. Them muthafuckas lucky to have you on their set,” he continued egging me on.
My man had me feeling myself. I already had all the confidence in the world, but getting reminded always felt good. “Thank you, husband.”
“No prob, baby. Another thing I wanted to tell you is that I had a meeting with the owners of the surrogate agency we’re going to use.”
My smile faded, and my eyes shifted to the back of my head.Here we go again.“Oh really?”
“Yeah, a husband and wife, Nehemiah and Amara Honor. Real decent couple and business folks. We had a three-hour meeting, and they broke down everything we need to know regarding the entire process.” He paused briefly. “When you’re ready, I’ll give you all the updates. I took notes for you and had them email me some of the documents.”
“All of that sounds great, baby,” I said with a fake smile, not interested in probing for more information.
“I wish you could’ve been a part of the meeting.”
I picked at a piece of skin that stuck up from the side of my manicured fingernail. “Yeah, me too,” I fibbed, bored with this conversation.
There was a light knock on the door, and a second later, someone opened it. My co-star, Ezekiel, also known as Colby on screen, strode into my dressing room.
Reason was on the phone, still talking, but I was tuned out and uninterested in anything else he had to say about babies or surrogacy.
“Baby,” I interrupted whatever he was saying.
“Yeah?”
Ezekiel picked up a copy of the script from the stool and read over it.
“I have to go now. I need to practice my lines for my next scene.”
“Aight, see you later. Saje, I can’t wait to start this next chapter with you,” he expressed.
Reason, if only I felt the same way you do.“Same, my love,” was all I could say.
I quickly ended the call.
“Come, come. Let’s practice these lines,Colby.” I motioned for Ezekiel to come near me. Filming would start soon, and I wanted to be on point.
“Okay, Mrs. Colby Lewis,” he responded, getting into character.
I played Ife Lewis, Colby’s wife, inSins of Miami, the number one all-Black cast soap opera.
Before rehearsing my lines, I scanned over the script, ensuring I remembered everything. For the most part, I knew all my lines. After placing the stack of papers down, I charged at Ezekiel. Our next scene was heated, and I’d just found out he’d been cheating on me with my sister.
“Colby, how could you do this? My sister?” I pounded his chest, careful not to actually hurt him.
His tall, chocolate frame towered over me. “It ain’t what you think, Ife. We were drunk, and it happened once.”
“Drunk? Is that the best excuse you could come up with?” I forced myself to fake cry, something I’d learned how to do on cue. “I can’t do this anymore, Colby! Why didn’t she walk away… Why didn’t you? How could y’all?”
“I don’t know, but she ain’t you, Ife.”
The next part of the scene was me running toward our nightstand and grabbing a fake gun from the drawer. I acted like there was a nightstand in my dressing room and rushed back over to Ezekiel, waving an invisible gun in his face.
“Are you going to answer my questions, or should I go over to my sister’s house and force that bitch to tell me herself?”
“Calm down, Ife. Gimme the gun, baby. Let’s talk about this like civilized adults.”
