Chapter 63 It is, baby.
Show me that you love me enough for my happiness to be important to you.”
“It is, baby.”
“Youhaveoneminuteleft,”theautomated operator announced.
He breathed into the phone. “I guess that I’ma call you one more time.”
Just then, the bedroom door popped open, and Face stood in the doorway.
“No,” I yawned into the phone. “I’m really tired. Just call me tomorrow.”
He huffed. “Okay. I love you.”
“Love you too. Talk to you later.” I responded before the phone hung up.
“Those collect calls be a muthafucka, huh?” Face quizzed, as he inched into the room.
I raised a brow. “Who said that it was a collect call?”
He smirked. “It’s pretty obvious. Plus, I knew that there was no way that you had a nigga freely walking around, and he allowed you to spend your whole day over here.”
I squinted. “You sure that you didn’t just ask around?” He shrugged. “That too.”
I shook my head. “Too Low, huh?”
“Yep. That’s him.”
He smirked. “They used to always say that his crazy ass had a gal and she pretty much went everywhere with him. But somehow, I never seen her. Would’ve never imagined that it was somebody like you.”
“Somebody like me?” I tilted my head. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that Too Low aint no ugly nigga, but he aint got no