Page 23 of Platinum Pressure
Essence:
LMAO! Ye and the kids coming or just the fab 5?
Evie:
Love my niece and nephew down, but if daddy paying….
I need kids free, no shade to brotha in law though. I’m just trying to get carried out of the establishment after bottomless mimosas.
Essence:
Well, first we have to pry Dow’s hands off Platinum Jonesssssss
I spit out my toothpaste foam and placed my toothbrush back in the case. After I set my phone on the counter, I washed my face and applied moisturizer. Then I picked my phone up again and typed away as I made my way out of the bathroom to the bed.
ME:
Essence, you are so annoying. Just let me know a couple of days in advance so I can prepare my patient and set up arrangements in my absence.
Evie:
Is that code for something
ME:
BLOCKED!!!!!!!!
Daddy:
If you’re dating your client, you need me to write up a legal document, so your current job doesn’t terminate you for misconduct with a patient?
ME:
Daddy, please stop :/ There’s nothing going on between us. I’m not risking my career for him. It’s strictly business.
Daddy:
you sure?
I liked his message.
Mommy:
Hm. I hear you Dow! However, my dear, that man makes enough money to where you could quit HQ, open your own practice, and give me two or three more grandbabies
ME:
Everybody is blocked now. Goodbye!
More text messages came through, but I put my phone on the charger and finished getting ready. I opted on a pair of yoga pants and a loose-fitting long-sleeve college sweatshirt. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and slid on my anime socks and Crocs. I grabbed my phone, took pictures, and posted one to my social media story. I made my way through the poolroom to the living room.
The TV created a low hum throughout the room. Platinum was in the same spot he’d been in every morning for the last three weeks’ worth of mornings post-surgery.
“Good morning,” I greeted as I went over to the curtains and pulled them open. The light beamed through the window and illuminated the room in a natural glow.
I glanced at Platinum, who didn’t react to my greeting. My eyes scanned his frame and noticed the prominent frown and down-turned gaze as he stared at the television. I followed his eyes and listened to the person on the screen as they spoke.
“Platinum Jones is a has-been and will never touch a field again,” the man said in a loud, obnoxious voice.
