Page 16 of Spending Forever With You

“That’s my cue. I swear she only wants me when she’s hungry; other than that she’s her daddy’s baby. That’s why I’m cutting her off.” That had me chuckling.

“Girl, go take care of my baby and you not cutting off nothing. I’m about to head to Nas anyways. I love y’all and bring me back a souvenir, like a damn man.”

“You already got one. Love you too,” Johnni said, ending the video call and leaving me stuck on her words.

I grabbed my purse and keys and headed out of the door.

Forty minutes later, I finally made it to Nas.

I gnawed on my bottom lip until I could taste copper, warning that I had gone too far. It had only been two days after the bum rush kickback and I hadn’t been able to sleep, eat, or work properly because my mind was stuck on the document I had passed over on to Nas. She had been quiet for the majority of our meeting, asking basic questions while she typed and glanced at the marriage certificate.

No matter how I felt, still being married to Luke was the worst thing that could ever have occurred. Before it made it into the press, I had to cancel the hell out of this shit.

Or before his ass ran his mouth again.

I rolled my eyes hard at the memory of the way he’d decided to tell me.

“Well, it looks like legally speaking you’re still Mrs. Luke Deacon and have been since the day you said I do.”

“But how? I filed and mailed in the final paperwork.”

Nas shrugged as she continued to look over everything before she offered a smile.

“Unless you forgot a stamp or it never got processed on their end, it never went through. And since this shit is old as hell, I know I’ma have to dig deep. Can you give me a couple days to see what I can find?”

Fuck, I don’t have a couple days.

My time was up on when Callie said I had to reach out to Luke. Of course, I didn’t want to but this legally married status shared between us told me I had no choice.

“No time. But keep digging.” I got up to leave.

“Wait, what does that mean?”

“It means I have to talk to my hu…to Luke. Once you figure out what happened, see if you can refile. There is no way I can stay married to him. The quicker we can get this resolved, the better off I’ll be.”

Nas wore a smug grin as she typed. She found humor in this situation.

“Heffa, what the hell is so funny?”

“You still running from this man. Maybe this is your sign from the heavens that you’re supposed to be with him or some shit.” I clapped my hands twice, shaking my head.

“Uht uht. None of the foolery will be tolerated. Just like sky daddy, the man below works too, sometimes harder. Staying married to him will be the death of me, Nas.”

“Ol’ dramatic ass. Once I figure out what happened and determine if you actually need to file, I’ll submit for a new divorce.”

“Thank you.” I was up and heading for the door when she called out to me.

“Oh and I got notice that Talisa Storm has filed a restraining order against you. Please, for the love of Christ, calm down on the public recording, I told you no forcing shit. You’re still dealing with Siren’s people. Talisa said you stalked your way inside Diablo’s to get that footage. I talked them down from suing for emotional distress.” I snickered.

I got the notice too but didn’t care enough to bring it to Nas because I knew it wasn’t real shit. Unlike Siren’s case.

“Girl, fuck her. I was at dinner with Bone and had front row seats to the action, no stalking necessary. And yes, that nigga can confirm the date and location was set up a week in advance. So if she sues, be sure to let her know you have solid receipts with witnesses.”

“Wait, Bone? You still dealing with that clingy ass man?” I laughed, remembering I told her that part about him.

“Hell no. Girl, he proposed that night. I fucked his ass to sleep then blocked him on the way out the door in the wee hours. I don’t even want the husband I got, I for damn sure don’t want a new one.”

She laughed but that same smug grin was back, so I prepared myself for her bullshit.