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27.
Leilani
I rolled my eyes at the incoming FaceTime call from Ciarra. I was not in the mood to speak to her right now. Sighing, I dug around in my ‘Coach’ shoulder bag to find my AirPods. “Waddup?” My tone held no enthusiasm as I greeted Ciarra.
I looked to my left once I noticed Christian trying to peek into my phone screen. Luckily I had my privacy screen protector on so all baby boy was seeing was black. “Who dat?” He whispered as he turned down onto our familiar street. We were on our way home from the Italian restaurant Gillian’s. We had a cute little lunch date after our couples therapy session.
Ignoring his nosy ass, I tuned into Ciarra’s words. “Leilani, I am so sorry for what happened yesterday. I swear the only reason Chanel even knows about you and the foster care system is because I told her about it when me and you first met, which was like three years ago. I didnt even tell her on any malicious shit. I was describing Sean’s little sister to her, and I told her that you and Sean were split up after your parents died. And while Sean was adopted, you were in the system. When I tell you that I told her that literally three years ago? I didnt even know that sis remembered that shit.” She pleaded her case before adjusting what I’m assuming was her iPad, on top of her growing stomach.
Before I could respond, Christian’s voice rang through my ears. I didnt even peep that we were now parked in our driveway, and he powered off the truck. “You coming in?”
“Hold on, Ci.” I held up a finger to my phone screen before turning to look at him.
“You can go in without me, babe. I’m talking to Ciarra right now.” He nodded with understanding before reaching into the back seat and grabbing my ‘to go’ plate from the restaurant. I gave him a quick peck to the cheek before returning to the FaceTime call.
“Waddup, Ci!” He yelled before slamming the truck door. “Tell big bro I said waddup.” I chuckled at how much of a nigga she sounded like.
“But for real, Lei, I would never tell my sister shit about you. Especially since I know y’all don’t fuck with each other. But like I said, it was deadass three years ago when I told her that. She petty as shit for mentioning it last night, and making it seem like I’m just out here spilling your business. Shit wack.”
I just stared at her as I allowed her words to sink into my brain. Ci ain’t ever been on any disloyal shit since I’ve known her. I decided to go with my gut and take her words for their value. “I trust you Ci, and I accept your apology. Just so there’s no confusion, please don’t tell your sister shit about me moving forward. She got an ass beating coming from me, and that’s just me being real.” I shrugged as I awaited her response.
She only sent me a small smirk. “Throw in a punch for me.” I literally laughed out loud before telling her that I would text her later.
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It was only me lounging in the house on this Thursday evening since Christian had some emergency meeting with his staff down at ‘The Plaza’. I snickered to myself because his building was really raggedy as shit. His staff were always fucking up. My staff, on the other hand? The best of the best, and that’s because I hand picked majority of the workers there after an intensive interview process. Hospitality was nothing to play with. And my pockets was nothing to play with either. My tenants at ‘The Palace 2’ would never have anything to complain about because they would always be treated well.
I was scrolling away on my Twitter timeline carelessly when an interesting retweet caught my eye.
RT @Mijoflyguy: this bout me? :) @chanelxox: never been one to wreck a happy home but he would be happier with me, no cappp.
I made a funny looking face as I tapped on the female’s username. I smacked my lips once I seen that bitch’s profile picture. Scrolling down her timeline there were plenty of vague ass tweets about some mystery nigga. This chick was way too old to be sending subliminal messages. Just shoot yo shot, hoe.
@chanelxox: dark skin mami and light skin papi, sounds right in my head
@chanelxox: his chick needs to fall allll the way back lmao
The third latest tweet is the one that had me saying ‘what the fuck?’ out loud.
@chanelxox: that moment went you gotta hold ya bitch back from fighting me. Lmao that’s when I know I won.
That tweet was from 17 hours ago, around the time everyone was at my house for dinner. I shook my head in disbelief. Was this bitch sending off all these subliminal tweets about my nigga?
Deciding to not be ratchet, instead of @‘ing her on her own timeline and having a bunch of nosy mf’s in my business, I simply texted Ciarra and asked for her to send me Chanel’s number. She sent it with a quickness and then asked what’s up? I simply left her on ‘read’ before deciding to FaceTime the bitch.
She answered after the fourth ring, I’m guessing she was taking a minute to recall the unknown number. When she answered it looked like she was outside at a pharmacy or something. “Hello? Leilani? How you get—“
Cutting her off, I got straight to the point. “You plotting on my man? Cause I just seen some questionable ass tweets from you. And I wanna get confirmation before I really beat dat ass.”
It took her a few seconds to wipe the shocked expression from her face before she spoke. “What tweets?”
“Bitch stop playing with me. You know what tweets I’m talking bout. This the reason you got beef with me? Cause of Christian?” I shook my head once again in disbelief because shit was quickly starting to make sense. I never did shit to this bitch and she has always given me an attitude from the day we met. Whole time shawty was mad at me because she wanted my man.
I aint never been in this predicament before.
“I dont want Christian. We’re just friends…”
She sounded scary as shit right now and all that caused me to do was end the FaceTime call. I quickly FaceTime’d my honeybun and prayed he was done with his meeting and could answer the call.
“Yo! Wassup baby?” He turned down the music in his truck as he placed his vision from my face and to the road. He was driving, so I’m assuming he was on his way home from The Plaza.
“Baby, ima ask you a question and be honest with me, okay? You ever had a thing with Chanel back in high school? Even if it was a simple ass kiss… be honest.”
“What? Hell no, Lani. That girl is not my type with her stuck up ass. Who told you that shit?” He kept his eyes on the road until he came to what looked like a stop, and then looked back into the camera.
“This bitch on twitter firing off all the subliminal ass tweets about me and you! And then she gonn tweet some shit last night about you holding me back from beating her ass. And that’s how she know she’s winning. Some dumb shit like that. Then I facetimed shawty just now to ask her if she wanted my nigga, she gonn deny everything. Sounding scary as fuck.” I breathed deeply as I envisioned the thousand and one ways that I was gonna tear that bitch up.
“What the fuck is good with her? I never had shit with that girl and that’s news to me that she would be feeling me. We were never ever like that, believe me, babe. We ain’t really start speaking until some years ago when Sean started messing with Ci again.” I watched as he shook his head in disbelief. “That’s why she never liked you? Dead ass?” He shook his head again and then mumbled that he was outside the house.
I ended the call then went to open the front door for him. I smiled big when I noticed the box of navy blue roses in his possession. “Are those for me, babyyy?”
“Nope. They for my new bitch, Chanel.”
My eyes slanted at him as he hunched on the front steps laughing. I simply slammed the door in his ugly ass face before walking back over to the couch. “Don’t be slamming no doors, Lani!”
I ignored him and only went back to twitter. I felt like a whole stalker being back on Chanel’s twitter page. Knowing her ‘do it for the internet’ ass, she would tweet about me confronting her on FaceTime today. And once she made that tweet I would let her, as well as all of her followers know that I was on the way to beat that ass.
“Stop looking at me like that, Lei. You know these roses are for you. Come here.” He easily snatched my phone from my possession and slipped it into the front pocket of his slacks. He then placed the flowers onto my lap before ducking down and kissing my lips. I easily set the flowers to the side of the couch and wrapped my arms around his neck all while keeping the kiss going.
He groaned when I ran my hands down the front of his slacks, and wrapped my hand around the imprint of his dick. “You look so sexy in your boss costume, baby.”
“It ain’t no costume.” He chuckled before picking me up from the couch and carrying me in the direction of the den. “Ima fuck you on the pool table. Remember last summer?” I smirked and only nodded as I rushed to pull my tank top over my head. This should be exciting.
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26.
A|N: Appeal is over! *inserts crying emoji*. Anyways, that means that I can now fully focus on TheTenant and stop having you guys wait. I adore your loyalty, btw. Here’s 26.
Leilani
I shook my head as I watched Mijo, Christian, and Sean converse while slobbering down dinner. It was really a disgusting sight. “The fuck you staring at?” Sean had the nerve to snap his long, skeletal, greasy ass fingers in my face. I glared at him because some of the grease actually touched my cheek. “I’m staring at you. Actually, I’m staring at all of ya’ll. Why can’t ya’ll eat first and talk later? One of yall gonn end up choking.” Both Mijo and Christian fanned me off to continue their conversation. My brother —on the other hand— shook his head at me. He showed up here like ten-minutes after Mijo and Christian pulled up.
“Well that’s why you’re CPR certified and know how to perform the Heimlich, Ms. manager of The Palace 2.” I smirked at my title. I’ve only been managing The Palace 2 for a little over a year now. TP2 was the sister building to The Palace 1 (the building that Christian and I used to live in— also the building he currently manages). After deciding that I wasn’t going to go to college, and that I also didn’t want a regular job at McDonalds or some shit; Mama helped me convince Christian to let me run the second building. Shit has been going well so far. Anddd, I made a good ass lump of change.
“It doesn’t matter if I’m certified, Sean. Close your damn mouth when you’re talking. Ugh, I thought Ciarra had you trained.” Christian dropped his chicken bone into his dish and covered his mouth. Mijo’s laughters were heard first followed by Christian’s. Sean only released a dry ass chuckle before rubbing his entire greased hand in my face. “UGH WHAT THE FUCK!” I screamed in his face before running out of the kitchen. He fucked up my make-up, I just knew it.
When I got back from the bathroom the three stooges were no longer in the kitchen. My next best guess was the living room; since that’s where Ciarra and her bitch sister resided. I smirked at Ciarra sitting pretty on my brother’s lap with her big ole’ belly. Mijo was tryna spit game to Chanel but that shit wasn’t working. I guess she had too much of a stick up her ass. “Sit here.” I felt Christian’s arms pull me down to him before I even spotted him. I tried to keep the smile off my face as he whispered nothing but nasty things into my ear. He was tryna make a porno while we had guests. I can’t.
There was a real chill vibe in the living room. Everyone was sort of in their own bubble and I digg’d it. I was just about to turn in Christian’s lap and tease him back when my eyes locked with hers. She was staring at me with this menacing ass look in her eyes. Staring right back at her I sent her a look that read what? She simply shook her head before turning back to Mijo and participating in the conversation. That’s what the fuck she should have been doing from the get. “Gottman called earlier. Our appointment is in four days.” I could hear the irritation in his voice but I didn’t care. Dr. Gottman has helped Christian when we were at the lowest point in our relationship and I believe that she will continue to help us. Only is we continue to make our appointments, that is.
“Fix your tone, babe. We’re going.” He mugged me and I mugged him back. Our stare down only lasted so long before he puckered up his lips. Never able to refuse a kiss from him, I leaned in and engaged in the tasty make-out. “If I wanted to see niggaz kiss all day I would have rented The Titanic or some shit. Can we cool it with the lovey dovey shit?”
She was not shading me.
“You can easily take your ass home, bitch. I’m going to kiss my dude in my house and—”
“Your house? Bitch, you’re a bum from the foster care system. The only thing you own is your hair. Everything else was given to you.” The room grew quiet and the only sound I could hear was my heart kicking in my chest. I couldn’t even jump off of Christian’s lap like I hoped because he was holding me down. Tight. “Do not, Lani.” He grumbled into my ear while fighting off my nails that were digging into his skin.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. You not bout to come at my lil sis like that, Chanel. The fuck is your problem?” That was Sean. He removed Ciarra from his lap and then edged off the couch. “My sister ain’t no bum—”
“I don’t need you to defend me, Sean,” I turned to Christian and narrowed my eyes at him. “Lemme go.” He simply shook his head, tightening his hold around my waist. I released a long ass sigh because I was about to go off in a few seconds. I could just feel it.
“Chanel you should go… You’re starting shit and you promised me that you would be cool. How the fuck you gonna disrespect people in their own home?” Ciarra released this long breath before rubbing her growing stomach. “You got your own sister stressing out. Roll out, bitch.” I pointed to the door with one hand while using my other hand to pinch at Christian’s hand. It’s like he didn’t feel anything.
“What the fuck ever.” Was her only response before she grabbed her denim jacket and stood from the couch. “Dumb bitch,” I grumbled as I watched the back of her profile. It wasn’t until we heard the slam of the front door when Christian finally released my waist. “Damn, Lani you fucked up my hands.” His voice held humor to it while I only glared down at my legs. I knew that Ciarra was the one who told Chanel about me being in the foster care system. Christian wouldn’t tell her, and neither Sean nor Mijo had any reason to. “Leilani, I am so sorry for—” I held my hand up to Ciarra.
If I opened my mouth I was going to go off on her for sharing my shit with her bitch sister— that she knew didn’t like me. For what reason? The world may never know. I excused myself from the room and disappeared down the hall until I made it to the bedroom. I didn’t want that chick having anything on me. Not that I was disappointed in my previous life but I just didn’t need Chanel keeping tabs on me. If she didn’t fuck with me then why the fuck did she seem to know my life story?
…..
Dr. Gottman’s office has been the same for three whole years. The same lilac colored walls, white photo frames hoisted onto the wall, and the signature bright orange piggy bank sitting to the far left of her desk. Her daughter painted it for her some years back when she was in like the 3rd grade I believe. “So, how’s everything going?” I sent her back the warm smile that I received every month. “Everything is going well. Christian and I are currently competing to see who’s building can go the longest without a single tenant complaint.”
“Both buildings are mine, just clearing that up.” I looked over at Christian and he winked at me before turning front. I playfully rolled my eyes when he dropped an arm over my shoulder. “And who is winning so far?” As soon as Dr. Gottman asked that we heard Christian groan. “Meee!” I cheesed brightly.
“That’s only because she got the tenants working with her, Dr. G!” I chuckled beside him. This was the same complaint he reported back to Mama and Joe, like they gave a fuck. Gottman sent me a knowing smirk. “Not true. He’s just being a big baby because he’s losing. It’s okay, baby, I won’t tease you too much when I win.” When I kissed his cheek he quickly wiped it off. I only kissed it again but also bit it this time.
“So, Christian… last month you stated that your older brother would be visiting from Miami. When does he fly in again?” Christian smacked his lips loudly and I noticed a bit of a grip of my shoulder now. “On the twentieth. How the fuck am I supposed to deal with this nigga, Dr. G? Last year I almost swung on him because he handed Lani a Sprite.” I quickly wiped the smile from my face as the image came back to me. Christian did overreact at the family picnic last year in Miami, but I would never tell him that.
“Leilani, do you have any tips on how Christian should deal with Geo’s appearance?” I was inwardly cursing her out for putting the spotlight on me. Christian was now staring at me, just waiting for me to say the wrong shit. “Erm, since I already know that Christian trusts me I would just say for him to relax a bit. You’re only stressing yourself out being my bodyguard, babe. What happened three years ago will never happen today. You know why?” He shrugged his shoulders— clearly not liking my answer. “Because I’m sure of my feelings for you. I love you and no other dude is gonna come in between that. We’re basically married so stop trippin’ so much.” He finally cracked a smile when I mugged him.
I could hear Dr. G gushing from her table when Christian pecked my cheek. The rest of the session was spent planning on what would be discussed next month. Dr. G decided that we would talk about Geo’s arrival and how his visit went. Hopefully we will have good things to tell her come this time next month.
Christian
Today’s session was actually dope. I would never let Lani hear those word from my mouth though. We were now seated in Gillian’s— Leilani’s favorite Italian spot. The pizza here was A1. “You speak to Ciarra lately?” When she rolled her eyes I smacked my lips. I told Sean that we shouldn’t interfere with their business. But as usual, he damn near begged me to convince Lani to speak to Ciarra; and he would do the same with his girl. I really didn’t give a fuck. It was their problem. “You don’t gotta speak about it if you don’t want to. I only asked cause Sean’s persistent ass wouldn’t quit buggin’ me on the courts last night.” She simply nodded as she sipped on her Martini. Her lil ass was glad that she was 21 so that she could drink.
“No I ain’t speak to her, and I ain’t speaking to her until she calls me and tell me why she felt the need to share my business with her bitch ass sister. Tell him that.” I held my hands up in defense. She giggled before looking down at her meatball and spaghetti. “Sorry, babe.”
“You good,” I chuckled before sitting back in my seat. I didn’t like when Lani got out of character and that was a given. I just wish I knew why she and Chanel could never get along. But then again, as stated earlier, this ain’t none of my business.
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26.
A|N: Appeal is over! *inserts crying emoji*. Anyways, that means that I can now fully focus on TheTenant and stop having you guys wait. I adore your loyalty, btw. Here’s 26.
Leilani
I shook my head as I watched Mijo, Christian, and Sean converse while slobbering down dinner. It was really a disgusting sight. “The fuck you staring at?” Sean had the nerve to snap his long, skeletal, greasy ass fingers in my face. I glared at him because some of the grease actually touched my cheek. “I’m staring at you. Actually, I’m staring at all of ya’ll. Why can’t ya’ll eat first and talk later? One of yall gonn end up choking.” Both Mijo and Christian fanned me off to continue their conversation. My brother —on the other hand— shook his head at me. He showed up here like ten-minutes after Mijo and Christian pulled up.
“Well that’s why you’re CPR certified and know how to perform the Heimlich, Ms. manager of The Palace 2.” I smirked at my title. I’ve only been managing The Palace 2 for a little over a year now. TP2 was the sister building to The Palace 1 (the building that Christian and I used to live in— also the building he currently manages). After deciding that I wasn’t going to go to college, and that I also didn’t want a regular job at McDonalds or some shit; Mama helped me convince Christian to let me run the second building. Shit has been going well so far. Anddd, I made a good ass lump of change.
“It doesn’t matter if I’m certified, Sean. Close your damn mouth when you’re talking. Ugh, I thought Ciarra had you trained.” Christian dropped his chicken bone into his dish and covered his mouth. Mijo’s laughters were heard first followed by Christian’s. Sean only released a dry ass chuckle before rubbing his entire greased hand in my face. “UGH WHAT THE FUCK!” I screamed in his face before running out of the kitchen. He fucked up my make-up, I just knew it.
When I got back from the bathroom the three stooges were no longer in the kitchen. My next best guess was the living room; since that’s where Ciarra and her bitch sister resided. I smirked at Ciarra sitting pretty on my brother’s lap with her big ole’ belly. Mijo was tryna spit game to Chanel but that shit wasn’t working. I guess she had too much of a stick up her ass. “Sit here.” I felt Christian’s arms pull me down to him before I even spotted him. I tried to keep the smile off my face as he whispered nothing but nasty things into my ear. He was tryna make a porno while we had guests. I can’t.
There was a real chill vibe in the living room. Everyone was sort of in their own bubble and I digg’d it. I was just about to turn in Christian’s lap and tease him back when my eyes locked with hers. She was staring at me with this menacing ass look in her eyes. Staring right back at her I sent her a look that read what? She simply shook her head before turning back to Mijo and participating in the conversation. That’s what the fuck she should have been doing from the get. “Gottman called earlier. Our appointment is in four days.” I could hear the irritation in his voice but I didn’t care. Dr. Gottman has helped Christian when we were at the lowest point in our relationship and I believe that she will continue to help us. Only is we continue to make our appointments, that is.
“Fix your tone, babe. We’re going.” He mugged me and I mugged him back. Our stare down only lasted so long before he puckered up his lips. Never able to refuse a kiss from him, I leaned in and engaged in the tasty make-out. “If I wanted to see niggaz kiss all day I would have rented The Titanic or some shit. Can we cool it with the lovey dovey shit?”
She was not shading me.
“You can easily take your ass home, bitch. I’m going to kiss my dude in my house and—”
“Your house? Bitch, you’re a bum from the foster care system. The only thing you own is your hair. Everything else was given to you.” The room grew quiet and the only sound I could hear was my heart kicking in my chest. I couldn’t even jump off of Christian’s lap like I hoped because he was holding me down. Tight. “Do not, Lani.” He grumbled into my ear while fighting off my nails that were digging into his skin.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. You not bout to come at my lil sis like that, Chanel. The fuck is your problem?” That was Sean. He removed Ciarra from his lap and then edged off the couch. “My sister ain’t no bum—”
“I don’t need you to defend me, Sean,” I turned to Christian and narrowed my eyes at him. “Lemme go.” He simply shook his head, tightening his hold around my waist. I released a long ass sigh because I was about to go off in a few seconds. I could just feel it.
“Chanel you should go… You’re starting shit and you promised me that you would be cool. How the fuck you gonna disrespect people in their own home?” Ciarra released this long breath before rubbing her growing stomach. “You got your own sister stressing out. Roll out, bitch.” I pointed to the door with one hand while using my other hand to pinch at Christian’s hand. It’s like he didn’t feel anything.
“What the fuck ever.” Was her only response before she grabbed her denim jacket and stood from the couch. “Dumb bitch,” I grumbled as I watched the back of her profile. It wasn’t until we heard the slam of the front door when Christian finally released my waist. “Damn, Lani you fucked up my hands.” His voice held humor to it while I only glared down at my legs. I knew that Ciarra was the one who told Chanel about me being in the foster care system. Christian wouldn’t tell her, and neither Sean nor Mijo had any reason to. “Leilani, I am so sorry for—” I held my hand up to Ciarra.
If I opened my mouth I was going to go off on her for sharing my shit with her bitch sister— that she knew didn’t like me. For what reason? The world may never know. I excused myself from the room and disappeared down the hall until I made it to the bedroom. I didn’t want that chick having anything on me. Not that I was disappointed in my previous life but I just didn’t need Chanel keeping tabs on me. If she didn’t fuck with me then why the fuck did she seem to know my life story?
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Dr. Gottman’s office has been the same for three whole years. The same lilac colored walls, white photo frames hoisted onto the wall, and the signature bright orange piggy bank sitting to the far left of her desk. Her daughter painted it for her some years back when she was in like the 3rd grade I believe. “So, how’s everything going?” I sent her back the warm smile that I received every month. “Everything is going well. Christian and I are currently competing to see who’s building can go the longest without a single tenant complaint.”
“Both buildings are mine, just clearing that up.” I looked over at Christian and he winked at me before turning front. I playfully rolled my eyes when he dropped an arm over my shoulder. “And who is winning so far?” As soon as Dr. Gottman asked that we heard Christian groan. “Meee!” I cheesed brightly.
“That’s only because she got the tenants working with her, Dr. G!” I chuckled beside him. This was the same complaint he reported back to Mama and Joe, like they gave a fuck. Gottman sent me a knowing smirk. “Not true. He’s just being a big baby because he’s losing. It’s okay, baby, I won’t tease you too much when I win.” When I kissed his cheek he quickly wiped it off. I only kissed it again but also bit it this time.
“So, Christian… last month you stated that your older brother would be visiting from Miami. When does he fly in again?” Christian smacked his lips loudly and I noticed a bit of a grip of my shoulder now. “On the twentieth. How the fuck am I supposed to deal with this nigga, Dr. G? Last year I almost swung on him because he handed Lani a Sprite.” I quickly wiped the smile from my face as the image came back to me. Christian did overreact at the family picnic last year in Miami, but I would never tell him that.
“Leilani, do you have any tips on how Christian should deal with Geo’s appearance?” I was inwardly cursing her out for putting the spotlight on me. Christian was now staring at me, just waiting for me to say the wrong shit. “Erm, since I already know that Christian trusts me I would just say for him to relax a bit. You’re only stressing yourself out being my bodyguard, babe. What happened three years ago will never happen today. You know why?” He shrugged his shoulders— clearly not liking my answer. “Because I’m sure of my feelings for you. I love you and no other dude is gonna come in between that. We’re basically married so stop trippin’ so much.” He finally cracked a smile when I mugged him.
I could hear Dr. G gushing from her table when Christian pecked my cheek. The rest of the session was spent planning on what would be discussed next month. Dr. G decided that we would talk about Geo’s arrival and how his visit went. Hopefully we will have good things to tell her come this time next month.
Christian
Today’s session was actually dope. I would never let Lani hear those word from my mouth though. We were now seated in Gillian’s— Leilani’s favorite Italian spot. The pizza here was A1. “You speak to Ciarra lately?” When she rolled her eyes I smacked my lips. I told Sean that we shouldn’t interfere with their business. But as usual, he damn near begged me to convince Lani to speak to Ciarra; and he would do the same with his girl. I really didn’t give a fuck. It was their problem. “You don’t gotta speak about it if you don’t want to. I only asked cause Sean’s persistent ass wouldn’t quit buggin’ me on the courts last night.” She simply nodded as she sipped on her Martini. Her lil ass was glad that she was 21 so that she could drink.
“No I ain’t speak to her, and I ain’t speaking to her until she calls me and tell me why she felt the need to share my business with her bitch ass sister. Tell him that.” I held my hands up in defense. She giggled before looking down at her meatball and spaghetti. “Sorry, babe.”
“You good,” I chuckled before sitting back in my seat. I didn’t like when Lani got out of character and that was a given. I just wish I knew why she and Chanel could never get along. But then again, as stated earlier, this ain’t none of my business.
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