Page 167 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

“Drayla, I got it.”

“Nawl, you pregnant. I got it.”

Alexia's eyes dropped toward my stomach before coming back to my face.

Then, she smirked. That little fucking smirk put me on edge immediately.

“Oh, yeah.” She nodded. “I almost forgot.”

“Forgot what?”

“That you pregnant.”

I stared at her.

“Congratulations, by the way.”

The fake sweetness dripping from her voice made my skin crawl.

“Don't congratulate me on shit.”

“Why not?” Her smirk widened. “You got everything you wanted, right? The football player, the big-ass house, the baby…”

She tilted her head.

“Your little perfect life.”

“There you go with that perfect shit again.”

“I'm just saying.” She shrugged. “Hopefully, this one works out better for you.”

Everything around me seemed to fall quiet. My smile vanished, and Drayla stiffened beside me.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

Alexia held my gaze, and judging by the look on her face, she knew exactly what the fuck she had just done.

For a second, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even fucking breathe. All I could hear was that one sentence playing over and over in my head.

Hopefully, this one works out better for you.

“Sianni,” Drayla said quietly beside me.

But I barely heard her because my eyes were locked on Alexia. Out of all the shit this bitch could’ve said to me, she chose that.

“You know what…” I nodded slowly, my tongue pressing against the inside of my cheek. “I was really trying not to beat your ass today.”

Alexia laughed. “Girl, please.”

That was it. Before I could talk myself out of it, my hand flew across her face.

Smack!

Her head snapped to the side.

“Sianni!” Drayla yelled.

Alexia stood frozen for half a second, her hand pressed against her cheek. When she slowly turned her face back toward me, all that smug shit was gone.