Page 156 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

My supposed best friend had been fucking my man behind my back.

Then, years later, the same bitch had gotten old pictures of us from him and sent them to blogs, trying to create problems between me and my husband.

My jaw tightened.

That hoe had been moving funny behind my back for longer than I realized.

“I hear you,” I finally said, my voice calmer than I felt. “That all you needed to tell me?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay then. Bye.”

“Sianni, wait⁠—”

I hung up in his face.

Fuck him.

I immediately pulled up my contacts and started typing Alexia’s number. I might’ve deleted that bitch from my phone, but unfortunately for her, I still knew the shit by heart.

I pressed call.

She let it ring long enough to irritate me before finally answering.

“Hey, girl.”

I bit the inside of my cheek.

The fake-ass sweetness in her voice almost sent me over the edge by itself.

“Yo, where you at?”

There was a slight pause.

“What?”

“Where. You. At.” I sat forward. “Because you already told me you ain’t with Marvin no more, and his ass is out here.”

“I’m in Florida. I’m staying at a friend’s house.”

“What friend?”

“Why?”

“Because I asked you, Alexia. What friend?”

Another pause.

“Marissa.”

My entire face twisted.

“Marissa?”

“Yeah.”

I stood up from the couch.