Page 31 of His Four Leaf Clover

“Sexy ass,” Clover replied, making him blush.

“This is the last store, Love, I promise. Then, we can go somewhere and eat.”

“Ok, I’m gonna sit down over there until you’re done.” Clover pointed to a sitting area near a fountain. Dash was like a kid in a candy store when he shopped for shoes.

“Can I come with you, Daddy?” Kardi asked.

“Yeah, baby, come on.” Dash waited until she got in front of him.

“Be careful, Kardi. Don’t run into nobody on that thing!” Clover yelled as they walked away. She chuckled when her daughter gave her the thumbs up.

As soon as she sat down, Clover pulled out her phone and went to the Gucci website. She wanted to see if she could find a shirt to go with the shoes that they’d bought the week before. She was in her element and no longer cared how long Dash took in the store.

“What’s up, Clo?” Clover snapped her head up to see who had just spoken to her. Seeing Caprice wasn’t a shock but she was taken aback when she saw Trent standing there with her. She didn’t know how they knew each other but she couldn’t wait to ask.

“Hey, girl. You getting in some retail therapy too, huh?”

“Something like that.” Caprice shrugged with a smile that never reached her eyes. Clover didn’t know why she felt the need to pretend. She should have just stayed away if she didn’t really fuck with her like that.

“What’s up, beautiful? Long time no see.” Trent’s eyes roamed Clover’s body lustfully.

Clover cringed inside when he spoke to her, especially when she saw the look of shock and confusion on Caprice’s face. That messy bitch was probably looking for some dirt on her, but she was wasting her time. Although she dealt with Trent once before, it was after her and Dash’s divorce. She did creep a few times when they got back together but never with Trent. Clover was curious to know how the two of them even knew each other.

“Obviously not long enough. How do y’all know each other?” Clover looked at Caprice when she asked the question, but Trent answered before she could.

“That’s my favorite cousin.” Trent smiled, but Caprice obviously didn’t agree. She gave him the side eye like he was lying and, more than likely, he was.

Still, Clover was surprised to know that they even knew each other. Finding out that they were related really took her by surprise. She couldn’t remember what Caprice’s last name was but she knew that it wasn’t the same as his. That was something that she wouldn’t have forgotten. She couldn’t wait to tell Iva and Irie what she’d just found out.

Clover had just told them that she’d been seeing Trent a lot more lately and she was starting to think it wasn’t just a coincidence. First, it was the restaurant that she and Dash went to, then the gas station. Then, he just so happened to pull up to the bank at the same time as her and it was starting to seem eerie. Now, more than ever, she was ready to go and she was about to hurry Dash along.

“Oh, ok, well, let me go check on my husband and daughter.” Clover walked away, and Trent’s eyes followed her until she was out of site.

Lately, he had been thinking about her more and he always wanted to see her. He’d been following her around occasionally, hoping to get her alone, but Dash was a pain in the ass. He was like a fly at a picnic that he wished he could swat away. Trent wasn’t trying to scare her off so he always played it off like it was a coincidence if she ever saw him. He made sure that Dash never did though. He tried not to make it a habit, but it was hard. He just knew that if he got Clover by herself, things would be different. He didn’t care if he had to share her, he just wanted to be a part of her life.

“Yes indeed, let me find out.” Caprice didn’t miss the look of aggravation that Clover gave her cousin. She also noticed the lustful looks that he kept giving her.

“How do you know her?” Trent asked.

“Our boyfriends are brothers. But I should be asking you the same thing.”

“You fuck with one of them hoe ass niggas,” Trent frowned as he spoke.

“Nah, Cuz, you got the wrong niggas. My man ain’t got no hoe in his blood.”

“Not you defended that clown, huh?”

“I’m supposed to defend what’s mine.”

“Well, I don’t know your nigga but, if he’s anything like Dash, then, he’s a bitch too.”

“It sounds like you doing a lil hating, cousin.” Caprice smirked.

“I don’t have a reason to hate, fam. I’m the nigga that she runs to whenever he fuck up.”

“I know you ain’t still listening to them lil voices in your head that tell you to lie. You better remember to take your meds, boy.”

“I ain’t on no damn medicine. Ain’t a muthafucking thing wrong with me!” Trent got loud, making Caprice regret what she’d said. She had to be mindful of what she said to that nut. He was known to spazz out and he didn’t care where he did it at.