“I been busy.”
“Bullshit.”
He looked toward the club.
“Can you chill?”
“No, I can’t fucking chill.”
“Heather.”
“You know my baby shower is this weekend.”
“And?”
I stared at him.
“And?”
“What you want me to say?”
“You’re the fucking daddy!”
“Shh!”
Xay stepped closer.
“Keep your fucking voice down talking that shit out here.”
“Nigga, please. I will blow your whole fucking life up.”
His expression changed.
Fast.
His hand came up and closed around the front of my throat.
“Bitch, I told you keep your fucking voice down.”
My eyes locked on his.
For a second neither one of us said shit.
I slapped his hand away.
“Don’t fucking touch me like that.”
“Then stop doing dumb shit.”
“Dumb shit?” I hissed. “I’m carrying your fucking son.”
“And you already knew what the situation was.”
“No. I knew what you told me the situation was.”
He stared at me.
I stepped closer.