Page 155 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

“I’m being real with you. I would never do no fucked-up shit like that to you. I love you too fucking much.”

“Whatever.”

I wasn’t about to sit there arguing over whether he did it or not. Especially when I was still stuck on the fact that his dumb ass had handed Alexia the exact ammunition she needed to fuck with my marriage.

“But there’s something else,” he said.

I closed my eyes.

Of fucking course there was.

“What, Amani?”

“You remember when me and you were together?”

“Yes, Amani.” I rolled my eyes. “What about it?”

Another pause.

Then—

“Me and Alexia were messing around.”

Everything in me went still.

I slowly pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at it before putting it back.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

“Me and Alexia⁠—”

“I heard what the fuck you said.” My face twisted in disgust. “What kinda Flowers in the Attic shit did y’all have going on?”

“What?”

“Ain’t that supposed to be your damn sister?”

“We ain’t really brother and sister.”

My mouth fell open.

This nigga had to be fucking with me.

“So, y’all just went around telling everybody y’all were related while fucking each other?”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Then what the fuck was it like?”

“We were close, and everybody thought we were brother and sister anyway. We just went with it.”

I stared straight ahead, trying to process the dumb shit coming through my phone.

But the more I thought about it, the less I cared about whatever weird-ass explanation he had.

Because something else had clicked into place.

Alexia.