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She just couldn’t.
“I know you did,” was all she managed to say.
“Mr. Lewis, do you think you can set healthier boundaries when it comes to your son’s mother, calling her out when she disrespects your wife?”
LaQuandra eyed him. And waited.
Isaiah hesitated. This counseling shit was too stressful and too much fucking work. He sighed. “I’ll do better,” he offered.
LaQuandra relaxed in her chair, somewhat satisfied. But not enough to let go of her nagging suspicions, and so she pressed Isaiah again. “Are you fucking her, Isaiah? And don’t lie.”
“No. I’m not,” Isaiah firmly stated.
LaQuandra eyed him suspiciously. “Then why aren’t you fucking me?”
“Because I’m tired, Quandra. I’m tired of the bickering. I’m tired of the back and forth between you and Cass. I’m tired of being in the middle of drama and bullshit. You and Cass are fucking drama queens. And, keeping shit straight-up with you, Quandra—I’m tired of both of you crazy bitches.”
“And I still don’t believe you,” LaQuandra said.
Isaiah shrugged. “Then I don’t know what else to tell you.”
“There are always three sides to every story,” Dr. Dangerfield said. “There’s his truth, your truth, and the real truth somewhere in the middle. So, Mrs. Lewis, to help you to decide which truth you wish to believe, I have two options for you.” She waved a hand out over toward the other side of her office. “Over there is a lie detector, for which both of you will be required to take?”
LaQuandra rapidly blinked. “Excuse me? I’m not the one who—”
Dr. Dangerfield cut her off. “You want transparency, you want truths, then there’s your chance for it. But your husband deserves the same.”
Isaiah stretched back in his seat, arms folded with a smirk on his face. “Yeah, I’m kinda diggin’ that.”
LaQuandra rolled her eyes. “And the other option?”
Dr. Dangerfield smiled. “Glad you asked.” She pressed a button, and then a wall slowly slid open revealing a large screen. “I have had the pleasure—and I use that word loosely—to speak candidly with Miss Simms.”
Oh
shit. Isaiah felt the blood draining from his face.
“Oh, Lord,” LaQuandra groaned, feeling her pulse racing. “And what did that ratchet bit—she have to say? Did she admit to it?”
“You can find out for yourself,” Dr. Dangerfield said. “Miss Simms has agreed to a call-in, and she’s already on standby. So what will it be? The lie detector test or the conference call?”
Isaiah’s mind was already made up. Cassandra’s ass was too unpredictable and impulsive, but he also knew she wouldn’t put him on blast unless he gave her reason to.
“I want the lie detector,” he said.
LaQuandra raised a suspicious brow. Oh, now this motherfucker wants to take the test. He must not want me to hear what that bitch has to say. Nigga, puhleeeze!
“No. Call her,” LaQuandra said. “I wanna hear what she has to say.” She shot a nasty look over at Isaiah. “So we can clear the air once and for all.”
Isaiah kept a straight face, but he was smiling inwardly. And then he prayed like hell that Cassandra stayed on script.
“Mr. Lewis, are you okay with this?”
Isaiah shrugged. “I guess.”
“Very well then,” Dr. Dangerfield said. And then she pressed another button, bringing the screen to life.
“Day’Asia, where the fuck is you going,” blared out through the speakers, “leaving up outta here looking like some cheap whore? Day’Asia? Don’t do me, bitch; you hear me talking to you!”
