Page 237 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

pupils aflame.

And he keeps staring,

turning me inside out,

searching for answers,

taking notes,

studying,

poking around,

all while drinking me in.

He’s in my heartbeat,

in my lungs.

Then it’s almost like

we’re speaking through our eyes.

In this silent stare, it’s hellishly loud. Thoughts colliding—This is gettin’ to you, isn’t it, angel? Plans’re all backfirin’. Didn’t expect it to bother you like this. ‘Cause you don’t get jealous, right?

Ben reaches over and shakes Andrew’s shoulder. “Trust me, man. Baby enjoys this shit. She thinks it’s sexy.” He nudges his chin my way. “You think she hired these women for nothin’? Enjoy the attention. She’s fuckin’ into it.”

“Nah, I don’t know,” Honor mutters.

Andrew pries his gaze from me, glancing over at Honor. “No wonder Taylor’s over there lookin’ like an ass-man.”

Ben laughs into his fist.

My middle finger shakes to rise.

I flip open my notebook to distract it.

Andrew grins a busted beam at me,

when Ben leans in, elbows to his knees,

attention swinging to Andrew.

“Can’t believe you even hesitatin’ on this, bro. Your dick’ll be on lockdown for months.” He knocks Andrew’s knee with his. “Maybe even years, if you last that long. Trust me, this is Baby’s idea of romance. These girls are a gift. Take your pick. It’s the only opportunity outside’a her.”

Honor looks over at the other guys, his knee bouncing. “Hold up—she into watchin’ now? Nah, I ain’t see that clause nowhere.”

Ben’s instigating pressure.

Honor’s flustered, pink-faced.

Andrew’s… reading the room,

game pieces moving behind his eyes.

And the real test begins.

It was never about the girls, they’re just weapons in a silent tell-all battlefield. Strip the room down to pussy and testosterone, and masks start sliding off, exposing true colors and shades of lies.