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“The Pierces,” I muttered, feeling at a loss.
“Text me the address. I’m on my way.”
“Thank you.”
“Always, mamita. I got you, gurl.”
I hung up and texted him the address immediately and waited on pins and needles for the next two hours for him to arrive. Killing time, keeping Journey busy outside in the backyard.
Meanwhile, trying to create a plan of action and figure out what the hell I was going to do next.
Jackson really screwed me this time.
As soon as my phone pinged with a new text message from Danté saying he was at the front door, I rushed inside with Journey in my arms.
With an amused expression on his face, he jerked back when he saw us standing there.
Imploring, “Why does that baby look like she belongs to Michael Jackson hangin’ out of a window, and not a rich ass white doctor who lives in the suburbs?” he questioned, taking in the surgical mask I put on her that I found in the kitchen drawer.
I didn’t hesitate in replying, “Because the house reeks of weed!”
“Gurl, since when you start tokin’?”
“Not funny!” I opened the door wider, nodding at him. “Come on, come inside.”
As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he breathed out, “Dayum…” Looking all over the foyer and into the rest of the house. The amazed expression on his face mirrored the one I had the first time I walked into this house as well. “Daddy Pierce got a lot of money,” he sang out loud, rocking his head side to side.
“Danté…” I coaxed, not having the patience to deal with him too. “I’m being serious. Can’t you smell that?”
“Gurl,” he countered with nothing but attitude in that Danté sort of way. “Ain’t no one here right now, but you, me, and baby Paris.”
“Her name is Journey.”
“Gah!” she added for good measure.
“Damn, gurl. I drove all this way to help you, the least you could do is let me live my best life for a few minutes.” He grabbed a picture of Dr. Pierce off the entry table, bringing it up to his face. “What do you think? We look good together?”
“Danté!”
“You know what they say … once you go black, you never go back. I could be his by Tuesday.”
“Oh my God.” I rubbed my face. “Why did I call you?” My eyes shifted toward him rushing away. “Where are you going?”
“To see how my future sugar daddy lives! Gurl, I got this! Now keep up!”
In a matter of a few seconds, I was chasing him around the house with Journey in my arms and it made it hard to keep up. He scurried around every room at warp speed, trying to take in as much as he could.
Singing, “I’m so fancy! Yes so, so fancy! In my new Barbie house! With my new Doctor Daddy!”
“Danté, no! I’m not allowed to go in—” Before I could finish what I was about to say, he opened the double doors to the master bedroom. Almost knocking me on my ass.
I watched the entire thing unfold through one of those out of body experiences. Where you know you shouldn’t be doing something, but your feet move on their own accord. Slowly, I strode into the room that possibly held all the pieces to the puzzle I was still dying to figure out.
More so now than ever before.
The logical side of my brain screamed at me to get the hell out of there. To not cross the very thin line I was currently treading on.
However, the other side of my mind that controlled my curiosity said go screw yourself, we’re going in there.
