Page 18 of Certified Sin

“It’s baggy pants daddy.” I leaned my hip against the wall, balancing the tote bag on my shoulder.

“Whatever! End this now, before you get yourself in a world of trouble!” he warned.

I’m tired of him controlling my fucking life. If I make a mistake, it’s mine to make it “I’m a grown woman. I can make my own choices.”

“If you move forward with this relationship, Ronnie Russell, you’re on your own. Do not call me when he breaks your heart. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?” My dad’s willingness to stop communication shows his lack of trust in me and my decisions. I did what he’s asked my whole life, yet this one choice I make on my own, and he has an issue.

“I understand.” I hung up. Feeling tears running down my face, I wiped at my cheeks.

I didn’t realize the doors opened until someone walked on. Now that I’m done with all I need to do, I’m meeting with Monae for dinner. We grew up in a similar situation since her mama is a doctor. If anyone can understand what I’m going through, it’s Monae.

My phone went off again. I thought it was my dad changing his mind. Instead, it was Sin.

“Hey,” I answered, smiling widely.

“Ronnie, come to the address that I just texted you. Hurry up and bring an NDA!” He disconnected the call before I could tell him I was busy.

Why does Sin need an NDA form? I sighed. Is this what it means to be his lawyer, traveling to an unknown address this late at night?

My phone pinged with a notification, and I assumed it was Sin sending the address. As nervous as I am, I was also curious. When I got in the car, I put the directions into my GPS system.

Shit! It’s gone take me thirty minutes to get to this location. I started not to go, but I didn’t wanna hear his mouth about it. Plus, whatever it is must be important if he wants me to bring an NDA. Monae’s ass gone kill me for this. With her being a newlywed, we barely got time to chill as it is.

I pulled her number up on my Bluetooth. As I waited for her to pick up, I backed my way out of the parking lot.

“Bitch! You better be calling me from a hospital or jail, because that’s the only excuse I’ll take for missing dinner.”

I snickered, she so dramatic.

“I’m sorry, Mo. I had something come up. “I turned onto the intersection.

Monae’s mad about dinner, but she gonna be furious about Sin. We always used to talk about how much we hated him. Now I done let him dick me down.

“Something like what?” she interrogated.

“Well, I got a new client yesterday,” I stalled.

“He got something to do with you standing me up? What’s his name? He had better be cute.”

“It’s Sin,” I muttered lowly, switching lanes.

“Come again.” I know she heard me the first time.

“Sin, Monae.”

“Sin Sizza?” she asked, appalled.

I looked down at my screen. “Yes.”

“And you not coming because of him?” she asked with interest. “It’s a little too late to be conducting business.”

“Well, we’re not just conducting business.” I made it known. I’m surprised she didn’t find out yet from all the pictures circulating around about us. Monae lives for gossip.

“You fucked him, Ronnie?”

“You fuckin’ lying!” she exclaimed.

“And it was good girl!” I bragged, switching to another lane when I saw the sign for my exit.