Page 159 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

I pressed my lips together, trying to keep myself from getting worked up all over again.

“I just got off the phone with Amani.”

“And?”

“Alexia leaked those pictures.”

“What?”

“And Amani gave them to her.”

“Wait a fucking minute.”

“Oh, it gets better.” I laughed, but there wasn’t shit funny. “Apparently, while Amani and I were together, he and Alexia were fucking around behind my back too.”

The line went dead silent.

“Drayla?”

“I’m here.” Her voice had changed completely. “Send me your location.”

“I’m at the house.”

“Aight. Give me a minute.”

“And she staying with Marissa.”

Another pause.

Then—

“Oh, this bitch done lost her fucking mind.”

“Exactly.”

“What you finna do?”

I looked down at the address Alexia had sent me.

“Go talk to my best friend.”

“Sianni.”

“What?”

“You pregnant.”

“I know what the fuck I am.”

“So, act like it,” she shot back. “You not about to be out there doing no WWE shit with my god baby in your stomach.”

I rolled my eyes.

“I ain’t say I was.”

“You ain’t have to. I know your ass.”

That shut me up for a second.