Page 157 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

Out of every fucking person in Florida, this bitch was staying with Marissa? The same hoe who wanted my husband and had already tried me over him?

“What the fuck are you doing at her house?” I asked. “And how the hell do you even know her?”

“I met her online.”

A slow laugh slipped from my mouth as I bit my bottom lip.

Oh.

This bitch really thought I was stupid.

“Okay,” I said, forcing my voice to calm down.

Alexia went quiet for a second. “Okay?”

“Yeah, I’m not finna argue with you over the phone. I told you we need to talk, so let’s talk.”

“About what?”

I laughed under my breath. Of course, her ass wanted to know.

“Everything.”

“What the hell does that mean, Sianni?”

“It means exactly what I said.” I started pacing slowly across the floor, trying my hardest not to let the anger in my voice give me away. “It’s been too much weird shit going on between us, and I’m tired of it. You in Florida, I’m in Florida. So, let’s meet up and talk like two grown-ass women.”

She got quiet.

Too quiet.

I stopped pacing.

“You scared or something?”

“Bitch, please.” She sucked her teeth. “Ain’t nobody scared of you.”

“Okay then. So, what’s the problem?”

“There ain’t no problem.”

“Bet.” I smiled even though she couldn’t see me. “Then send me somewhere to meet you.”

Another pause came through the phone.

“You can just come over here⁠—”

“Nawl.” I cut her off. “I’m not coming to Marissa’s house.”

Especially when I already knew that bitch had her own issues with me. I wasn’t stupid enough to walk into a house with two hoes who clearly had some weird obsession with fucking with my life.

“So, where you wanna meet?”

“Somewhere public.”

“Why public?”

My brows lifted.