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Taking a deep breath, I try to steady my nerves. "To tell you the truth, I have no idea why she has it out for me. Shethinks she can manipulate me, but I don’t know why she wants to." There had to be a reason.
Caitlyn's eyes flash with anger, and she offers her unwavering support. "Well, I know what Moey is capable of and don’t know why she keeps getting invited to hang with us. We won't continue to let her get away with it. We'll stand by you and protect you." Caitlyn glances at Monica, and in that moment, I feel a sense of solidarity with Caitlyn.
Monica chimed in, her voice resolute. "She's right. Moey may play her games, but we won't let her bully you away from this group. You’re a sweetheart that doesn’t deserve that kind of bad treatment. This will be the last time she's invited. Consider her banned from being a heartbeat, forever."
Feeling grateful but conflicted, I respond, "You don't have to do that for me. I could just stay home from now on. I don't need this drama."
Monica shakes her head firmly. "No, no. We want you here. In fact, that's part of the reason I invited you tonight. I have something special to offer you." Her eyes shine with excitement as she looks around at Terrica, Caitlyn, and Brittney, then turns back to me. "I'm starting the first season of the NFL Housewives show, and we would love to have you on the cast."
What a perfect time to ask me to be on her TV show that inevitably will be filled with unpredictability and drama. The shock on my face must have been evident. "Monica, I had no idea you were involved in something like that. I appreciate you thinking of me, but I’m going to have to decline."
Monica’s brows bunch as she explains, "It's a fantastic opportunity for you to share your story and build your personal brand. You and Wayne can showcase your love in the most authentic way possible."
As Monica makes her pitch, my mind races with thoughts of the possible impact such a show could have on my life andrelationship. After tonight's drama, I'm hesitant to get entangled in a whirlwind of chaos and contractual obligations with these women, especially considering Moey's unpleasant demeanor.
While I'm tempted to decline outright, something holds me back, and I find myself hesitating. My curiosity gets the best of me, and I finally ask, "Will Moey be on the show?"
Monica's expression softens as she replies, "As of now, Moey won't be invited to be a housewife. We're aiming to create a supportive and positive environment for all the wives, and she doesn't fit that vision."
Though relieved to hear that, I still wrestle with the decision. Joining the NFL Housewives show could be a chance to share our love story and inspire others. It could give me the ability to build a brand from the exposure. But it also comes with uncertainties and potential challenges.
"I appreciate the offer, Monica. Right now, my answer is no, but I will carefully consider it and let you know if my mind changes," I say, hoping she understands my cautious approach.
Monica nods understandingly. "Of course, take your time. Just know that we're here for you, and we support whatever you decide."
My heart sways between the allure of the opportunity and the reservations I have about reality TV. I'll need to weigh the pros and cons thoroughly before changing my mind. Staying away from reality TV feels right for me.
Monica lays out more of her plan for the NFL Housewives. “To give you more to think about. If you agree to it, then she won’t be on the shows we shoot with you. You’ll never have to cross paths with her. However, she may make appearances, but she won’t be a NFL Housewife. We will be different than other shows by making sure all of the women are actually married to a player or in a serious relationship, wherethey live with the player, so Moey wouldn’t be a housewife; she’d just be a special guest.”
“We have all agreed to be on the show,” Caitlyn adds, looking at the women around the table who nod and smile.
“If Moey is on the show, my answer is no. If you can somehow remove her completely, I would seriously think about it,” I relent, realizing something important. I haven’t heard one peep out of my sister.
I turn in her direction to find an empty chair. “Where did my sister go?” I ask Brittney.
Brittney speaks calmly. “When Moey left the table and went to the restroom, she got up and followed her.” Brittney shrugs. “She took her purse with her, so I figured she had to go freshen up.”
Oh, hell.
I excuse myself from the table and take measured steps to the bathroom when I want to run. Moey has been away from the table at least three minutes, and three minutes in the bathroom with Jasmine is enough time to land herself on Worldstar ™, dragging my and Wayne’s name into the highlight.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Jasmine
I Thought a B*tch Said Something
Welp, we tried to be cordial, and that went nowhere.
I guess it’s time to put some brass on her ass.
I sit and listen to Moey talk recklessly to my sister. When I start to butt in, my sister signals me to let her handle it, but I know Leslie will engage Moey in their quiet argument until she is blue in the face.
My loving sister taught me how to throw hands during our many fights while growing up, but she would only put her hands on someone if pushed into a corner. And even then, she will try to talk her way out of it. I, on the other hand, will walk a bitch down and teach her lessons her Mama should have taught her when she was a child.
So, as Moey walks off to the bathroom and Leslie is distracted by Monica, I follow Moey, prepared to teach her a life lesson. My heart pounds, and my jaw ticks. Anger and adrenaline surge through me when I see her standing by the large, ornate mirror framed with gold accents, fixing her hair, looking carefree like she didn't just talk to my sister like she was nothing.
Moey lets out a loud cackle as she glances at me through the mirror. “If it isn’t Miss Jasmine, the self-proclaimed badass of the Banks sisters. Did you follow me in here to show me how ratchet you can be? If so, save it. I already know. I just can’t wait until Eddie figures you out.”
