30. Saje #3
Daddy, if you only knew. I don’t want any parts of this baby. All I need is my husband, my side niggas, and myself.
In the middle of my father’s embrace, I wondered how it would feel to receive the same love from my mother.
I didn’t expect her to show up to something like this, but if she had decided to, it would have been only to humiliate me.
I wasn’t so sure if she would’ve been here if I was the one carrying her grandchild.
She was all about an image, and this situation was something she would frown upon.
I forcibly pulled away from my father and carried on like my mind wasn’t bombarded with crazy thoughts.
I greeted a few of my cousins, and a few of our friends, and the entire time, the fake smile plastered on my face was tearing up my cheeks from smiling so hard.
As I accepted their congratulations, I couldn’t help but wonder why the fuck Reason had invited all these damn people.
Embarrassment washed over me, a feeling that was rare for a bitch like me. But still, I kept my head high, my smile stayed in place, and I strutted around like I was the one carrying our baby.
I gave the yacht a quick scan until I spotted Reason, Doc, and his bitch-ass mother snapping photos.
I rolled my eyes, then kept it moving, greeting guests and forcing out hellos like I actually wanted to be there.
My attention went to the security guards posted around the yacht, dressed in all black; three of them I had never seen before.
Damn, these big ol’ fine niggas could get it.
Shit, if only we were at a different location, I would’ve been throwing the pussy at them.
I quickly looked away before anyone saw me lusting over my husband’s help.
When I saw Reason’s friend and business partner standing near a table with a drink in his hand, I marched right over. Basheer… This nigga was the one responsible for planting the surrogate idea in Reason’s head. I had a few words for his ass.
“Bashee—” I started to call his name and paused midway. When he turned to see who was calling him, that’s when I saw who was sitting at the table behind him.
“What’s up, Saje?” He took a sip from his glass while he looked at me.
I could no longer concentrate as anger consumed me. I had to choose my battles wisely. Now was not the time to blow the fuck up.
Sitting at the table at my husband’s gender reveal was Wynn.
Why the fuck was the assistant from my workplace sitting up cheesing from ear to ear like she belonged in such an intimate setting with my family and friends?
Then, sitting next to her was Basheer’s stupid looking girlfriend. I had only seen the bitch maybe once or twice in my life. She was glaring at me like we had beef.
Through gritted teeth, I whispered to Basheer, “Why the fuck are these bitches here?”
He pulled me away out of earshot. “Saje, chill. That’s my woman and her cousin. They don’t go anywhere without each other.”
“This is for family and friends only, and the last time I checked, those two bitches don’t fit the description.” I was beyond heated and ready to fuck some shit up. “Did you know your woman’s cousin is the hating ass assistant who works on my set?”
Basheer looked back at the women who hadn’t taken their eyes off us yet, then he brought his attention back to me. “Naw, I ain’t know.”
“Well, now you do. Basheer, I fucking swear, escort that bitch off this yacht before I cause a scene.”
He smirked. “Would you really cause a scene at you and your husband’s gender reveal in front of all these guests?”
“Yes, the fuck I will,” I snapped.
Basheer laughed like I had said the funniest joke. “I find that hard to believe. Not Saje, the superstar soap actress. The woman who lives for her image.”
“And what the fuck is that suppose—”
“Saje, there you are. Come here,” Reason appeared, gently placing his hand on the small of my back. “We done took a million pictures, and my wife ain’t in none of ’em.”
I cut my eyes at Basheer and his hoodlums and fixed my facial expression in front of my husband. Those bitches were getting back the same hating ass energy they were spewing.
On our walk over to where the photographer was, I asked Reason, “Why is Basheer’s girlfriend and cousin here?”
“Whatchu mean? That’s that man’s lady.”
I took a deep breath. “Reason, she was looking at me crazy. And her weird ass cousin works at the studio. I stay having to cuss that girl out. I thought this was going to be an intimate event without any outsiders.”
He stopped walking and hovered over me. “His chick is a lil’ weird.”
“A lil,” I retorted.
“Something is off about her. But for now, ignore them. Remember I said I ain’t tryna ruin this special day. But if all they are doing is staring, it gotta be because they see how beautiful you are.”
I blushed.
My husband and I were going to be straight. It had been a while, but I had that little butterfly feeling I used to always get when I was around him before this nightmare started. I decided to listen to my man and follow his lead.
Reason was right; I was a bad bitch. Them hoes had to be hating.