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And the folder in my bag was headed straight to my attorney.

Jru thought finding out she didn’t have an apartment and I’d moved her shit into my house was the craziest part of her day.

She had no fucking idea.

Chapter 15

I stared at my phone after hanging up on Jru, knowing damn well I had just made the situation worse.

My girl was probably sitting somewhere ready to beat my ass, and if I was being fair, she had every right. I should’ve told her I was moving in with Malachi. I damn sure should’ve told her he was getting rid of the apartment.

But shit had happened fast.

Too fast, if I really thought about it.

A few months ago, Malachi was just supposed to be my good time. A fine, grown-ass man with money who spoiled me, kept me laughing, and knew exactly how to handle me. I liked our arrangement. I liked not having to ask twice for shit, and I especially liked spending his money instead of mine.

Marriage had not been part of the plan.

Neither had moving into his house.

And I damn sure hadn’t planned on being pregnant.

Yet here I was, sitting in the middle of our bedroom surrounded by open suitcases and shopping bags, wearing his last name and carrying his baby.

Life had a funny-ass way of not giving a damn about plans.

Still, I didn't regret it.

And as fucked up as it sounded, I didn't completely regret what happened with Jru either. My girl would think herself out of a blessing if you gave her enough time. She was so used to struggling and figuring shit out by herself that sometimes she couldn't tell the difference between being independent and being scared to let somebody show up for her.

Ezra wanted her. That much was obvious.

And Jru wanted his ass too, no matter how much she tried to act like she didn't.

So maybe I had given life a little push.

A big-ass push, considering she was technically homeless now, but still.

The bedroom door opened, pulling me out of my thoughts.

Malachi walked in fresh from the shower with a towel hanging low around his waist. Water still clung to his chest, and his beard looked freshly brushed. He took one look at my face and started grinning.

“That was Jru, wasn't it?” he asked, already looking entirely too amused with himself.

I slowly lifted my eyes to his, giving him a look that should've answered his question without me having to open my mouth. “Nigga, you know damn well that was Jru.”

His grin broke into a laugh as he crossed the room toward the closet. “Yeah, she finna fuck y’all up.”

“Y’all?” I tossed my phone onto the bed and pointed at his back. “Don't do that shit. This is your fault too. You the one got rid of the damn apartment before I could even tell her I was moving.”

Malachi glanced over his shoulder while pulling a black T-shirt from the closet. He looked completely unbothered by my accusation, which only irritated me more. “You moved in with me. What the fuck I was supposed to keep paying for it for?”

“Maybe until I told my best friend she was homeless, nigga!” I threw my hands up, wondering how the hell he could stand there acting like that wasn't a reasonable suggestion.

That only made his ass laugh harder.

I grabbed one of the pillows and threw it at him. Malachi caught it against his chest, still laughing, before tossing it onto the chair in the corner.