Page 171 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

“The baby?”

“I feel fine.”

“Aight.” She pointed toward the car. “We going home. And if anything feels weird, I mean anything, we getting you checked.”

I nodded.

“Okay.”

We started walking again, but I couldn't stop myself from looking back one last time. Alexia was still standing there, watching us. And something in the look on her face told me this shit wasn't over. Not even close.

I had just gotten comfortable on the couch when my phone started going the fuck off.

At first, I ignored it. Between the blogs, sports pages, and everybody suddenly having an opinion about my marriage, I was getting tired of looking at the damn thing. Every time I picked my phone up, it was some new bullshit.

But when the notifications kept coming back-to-back, I finally reached over and grabbed it.

“What the fuck now?”

I unlocked the screen and immediately saw that I had several messages. A few were from some of my teammates, but the one from my agent caught my attention.

CALL ME. NOW.

I frowned. This nigga stayed on some dramatic shit. Before I could even call him, another message from one of my teammates came through.

Bruh, ain’t this yo’ wife?

There was a video attached.

My smile disappeared before I even pressed play.

The video was shaky as hell, and whoever was recording was standing far enough away that I couldn’t hear everything being said. But I didn’t need to.

I knew my wife when I saw her.

“What the fuck?”

I sat forward.

Sianni was standing there with Drayla, arguing with somebody. It took the person recording a second to move the camera, but once they did, I recognized the other woman.

It was Alexia. My jaw tightened.

“What the fuck is she doing with Alexia?”

I turned the volume up and kept watching. Then, Sianni slapped the shit out of her. I shot up off the couch.

“SIANNI!”

I shouted like her ass could hear me through the fucking phone. Alexia came toward her, and Drayla jumped between them. From there, everything started happening too damn fast. But only one thing was on my mind. My wife was fucking pregnant.

I immediately backed out of the video and called her.

Straight to voicemail.

“Aight, Sianni.”

I called again, and it went to voicemail. My ass started pacing. I wasn’t even mad about Alexia getting slapped. Truth be told, I ain’t give a fuck about that bitch getting her ass touched.