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"We're doing just fine now that you've come over," Jasmine adds, her grin mischievous. "And things are about to get even better soon, right sis?" Her smile hints at a scheme that worries me. Jasmine's impulsiveness can get us both into deep trouble.
Monica leans in, reassuring us in a hushed tone, "Don't let Moey bother you. She’s not married to a player but keeps finding her way into our circle due to her intimate connections with one Saints player or another. If one of the guys claims a woman as his own, our rule is to invite them to Heartbeats events." She glances over at Moey. "That’s the only reason she’s here. But seeing how brief her relationships are, there's no guarantee she'll be around for the next event."
Moey's presence bothers me more than I'd like to admit, and I can't help but ask about Ambrosia, her plus one. "Is the woman with her dating a player?"
Monica shakes her head. "No, she’s just Moey Dash's plus one, her guest."
I press on, curious about Ambrosia's involvement. "Is this her first time coming to one of your events?"
"Yes, this is my first time meeting her, so the same goes for her," Monica confirms. "She won't be around any longer than Moey will. Unless she manages to snag a player, which is a one-in-a-million chance."
As Monica's reassuring words sink in, I try to ease my irritation and remind myself that Moey and her antics won't have a lasting impact on my life. I am secure in who I am, and nothing she can do will change that. We'll enjoy the evening, keep an eye on Ambrosia, and ensure that the night doesn't get any messier than it already is.
"I was just curious," I explain to Monica, attempting to brush off my worries about Ambrosia.
Monica smiles reassuringly, taking my hand in hers. "She's no one to worry about," she assures me. "Let's go back to the table and finish our food."
As the night wears on, I find myself truly enjoying the company of the other women. Each of them has a unique strength and resilience that I can't help but admire. Despite Bitter Moey's snide remarks and Thirsty Ambrosia's subtle glances and sneers, I know I've made the right decision to come tonight.
Caitlyn's genuine and positive energy is contagious, making her a joy to be around. Monica, whom I initially perceived as a wicked witch, surprises me with her friendly nature and creative ideas for my photography business. Terrica, like me, is new to the group, and she has picked up on the dramaand chosen to bond with Jasmine and me. Brittney, sitting across from Jasmine, maintains a quiet presence, taking in the scene without revealing much about herself to the others.
As the evening progresses, I feel a sense of camaraderie among the wives, knowing that we all have our own struggles and challenges to face. Despite the drama and tension present, I'm grateful for the opportunity to connect with these strong, independent women who have come together to form this unique sisterhood. In the presence of a select few, I find inspiration and strength, reminding me that I'm not alone on this journey and that we're all here to support and uplift one another.
As I'm starting to let my guard down, Moey Dash sidles up to me, sitting in a chair from the table directly behind us. She listens to the conversation Monica heads about the most beautiful locations in Washington.
“She should also take some pictures out at Cedar Heights. That might be more of her speed,” Moey says, speaking of the housing projects on the west side of the city.
Jasmine leans back to respond, but I raise my hand, stopping her. I turn to face Moey Dash prepared to read her, seething at how she thinks she’s better than others. “I have family in Cedar Heights. Maybe I’ll go there and let them know about you so they can follow you on social media to learn life hacks. You know, since you think you’re better than them.”
She speaks close to my ear. “I didn’t say I was better than them, but I am saying you don’t belong here with us. You belong in Cedar Heights with your family.”
My neck snaps around and I look at her disgusting face. The woman is remarkably beautiful on the outside, but her spirit is dark and ugly. “Which player do you belong to again? Because I could have sworn you rode into the Washington Saints circle on a million dicks!” I ask cooly, my tone low. What makes her thinkshe can speak on where I belong when she doesn’t even know who she’ll be screwing next week?
Anyone watching us knows we’re having an intense conversation, but we both are making sure not to raise our voices loud enough to be heard by others at the table.
She chuckles. “That’s a cute reply. Just like it's cute that you think Wayne’s all into you like that. You have your little fan page, but even with a million people thinking it’s adorable for Wayne to take you out of a sneaker store and hide you for years, it’s still nothing to be proud of. You must have begged like a child wanting a piece of candy for him to tell people about you since it took so long."
"Hold on.” My eyes flutter in confusion. “Not Miss Unable to Land Anything Serious speaking about my relationship. What is wrong with you lady?" I respond sharply, unable to hold back my frustration and anger. I quickly regain my composure and tilt my head away from Moey Dash, refusing to let her get under my skin. I meet her gaze, mustering as much calmness as possible, and continue, "Oh, I know, honey. It must be sad jumping from man to man in hopes that one of the fake relationships will stick, but you need not worry about me and Wayne. You could only dream of having a man that loves you half as much as he loves me."
Moey smirks with malicious intent, her eyes glinting with an unsettling aura. "I’m a happy woman, and I said what I said. And please believe, I have a lot of powerful friends who would be willing to say whatever I want about you. And they have convincing ways of making whatever narrative they want to be true… to appear true. Isn’t that right, Monica?" Her voice rises, loud enough for nearby guests to overhear her last statement.
Monica raises her hands in defense. "Oh, no. You can keep me out of that, Moey. And why are you starting troubleat our dinner?" Her expression reflects incredulity at Moey's behavior.
My jaw clenches as I strive to maintain composure. "No worries. I won't let her lies get to me. I know what I have at home waiting for me."
Moey's laughter sends chills down my spine, and she continues her taunting. "Really? Oh, honey, you're living in a fantasy. That man of yours, Wayne, he's got a wandering eye. You see my friend down there?" Ambrosia waves as if on cue. "Yeah, it's only a matter of time before he gets bored of your little church mouse act and moves on to a grown woman."
Her words hit me like a blow, but I won't let her see me falter. My anger simmers, and I snap back, "You don't know anything about us! Wayne and I have been through so much together, and we're stronger than ever. Your petty games won't break us."
Moey inches closer, her voice venomous. "We'll see about that. Just remember, I have friends in high places who can make or break anyone they want. You're not as untouchable as you think."
Monica intervenes. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave, Moey. You and your guest."
Moey nonchalantly brushes off Monica's request. “This is a public place, so if I choose to, I’ll leave when I get back from the ladies room,” she says, rolling her eyes at Monica.
As she walks away headed toward the restroom area, I feel a mix of relief and unease. Her threats and claims of having powerful connections leave me unsettled.
Caitlyn expresses her concern over our hushed argument. "Are you all right? What was that all about?"
