Page 11 of Three of Hearts

“I’m going to start rolling another one. This isn’t going to be enough for this conversation,” she said as Malcolm took a seat next to her.

I started at the beginning, telling them the sequence of events that led to me losing my job, then ending up in Quincy and Denise’s hotel room, all the way up to me finding out she wrotemy favorite book, but leaving out the explicit details that I knew Lisa probably didn’t want her husband hearing.

“Okay, so first…” Lisa began, passing me the blunt. “Why didn’t you call me? You would’ve been paid and Myles would’ve been disbarred by now.”

“Trust me, I thought about it. But honestly, I didn’t even care. I was relieved to be done with him.”

“I get it. But you still could’ve told me. You know there’s always a spot for you at my firm.”

I could’ve cried if I wasn’t already high as fuck, the relief hitting me like a wave. Lisa was an answered prayer. I had been so stressed out over this last month with the job search and was getting really discouraged, feeling like I was sending resumes into the void. I wasn’t the type of friend to ask for favors, especially with something this major, but since she offered, I wasn’t in the position to turn it down.

“Are you sure, Lis?” I asked, my voice small.

“Girl, of course. I mean, don’t mix business and personal, so you wouldn’t be my paralegal. But I know some of the other lawyers could definitely use you.”

“Wow… thank you. You really have no idea how grateful I am,” I said, passing the blunt to Malcolm. He examined it and smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“You know I taught her how to roll? Now look at you,” he said, smiling proudly at his wife.

“Shut up.” She giggled, swatting at his arm. “Okay, so now let’s get to this couple thing. So you said you haven’t talked to them since you dipped out the morning after. Did you tell Raina and Gina?”

“No, you two are the only ones I’ve told. But I need to ask you guys something,” I said, my voice dropping, suddenly serious.

“We can’t be your Quincy and Denise replacements,” Lisa said, causing Malcolm and me to burst out in laughter, the sound bouncing off the walls.

“Bitch I wouldn’t disrespect y’all by coming to ask you some shit like that,” I finally said, catching my breath, my chest heaving. Although if they offered, it would pain me to say no. They were both fine as fuck, but they had become such good friends. I didn’t want to ever ruin that.

“I wanted to ask you, as a married couple, how would you feel in that situation? Like, hypothetically speaking, you felt a connection with a woman, had this great night together, and then she left without saying goodbye. Would you want to hear from her again?”

“This conversation sounds like a whole set up, but I’ma keep it real with you. There’s not a nigga on this planet who wouldn’t want to hear from the woman he watched eat his wife’s pussy, so do with that information what you will,” Malcolm said, raising his hands in surrender, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

“I mean, I agree with Malcolm. I’m sure Quincy would be thrilled. But Denise might be feeling some type of way. You said it was their first time doing something like that, right?”

“Yeah, it was all our first time. And see, that’s what I’m scared of. I don’t want to overstep and cause any type of issues in their marriage. They haven’t reached out to me either, so I’m thinking I should just leave it alone.”

“You ghosted them. It’s kind of on you,” Malcolm said, shrugging.

“I agree. If I were them, I would assume you didn’t want to talk to us, so I wouldn’t reach out first,” Lisa added, her voice gentle.

I took a hard pull on the second blunt that was being passed around and sighed, the smoke filling my lungs, making my head float. How the hell did I end up in this predicament?

“Okay, so let’s say I reach out. What would I even say?”

“I’m tryna fuck y’all again. What’s good? Oh, and can you sign my book?” Malcolm joked.

“Be serious. She really likes them,” Lisa said, smacking his arm, her lips twitching with suppressed laughter.

“That’s crazy though, right? Like, would y’all consider anything serious with her in a situation like that?”

“I don’t think we’ve ever thought or talked about it,” Lisa said, looking at Malcolm, her brow furrowed in consideration.

“To my knowledge, you don’t like pussy, but please let me know if I’m wrong,” Malcolm said to Lisa with a slight spark in his eye, a challenge hanging in the air.

“I don’t think I do, but I mean… I think every woman has thought about it before,” she said, her voice dropping, almost shy.

Malcolm’s eyebrows went all the way up, disappearing into his hairline. “Is that right?”

“That’s facts. I thought I was straight until I had my first experience with a woman,” I said.