Chapter 50
Chapter fifty
Yale
Isat in the middle of Spelman’s bed watching her as she got ready. She was going to hang out with Aurora and Bradley, and while I loved the fact that she was making friends, there was still a small part of me that was jealous that someone else was getting her attention.
“You’re pouting,” Spelman said as she put on her necklace. She watched me through the mirror with a curious expression. “Why?”
“I’m not pouting,” I said, not trying to fix my face. I picked at my thumb and bit into my bottom lip.
“You are,” she laughed. “So, tell me what’s wrong.
Things not going how you want with Amethyst?
You still mad about him having the doctor use his sperm?
” After I met with Gray, I came home and told my sisters about our conversation.
None of them were surprised, yet they were annoyed with him for overstepping.
“I was over that before I even got home.” I laid on my side and adjusted the pillow under my head.
“I know, but you and those hormones are tricky. I never know how you’re going to react to new information, so I always double-check to make sure you’re good.” She watched me for a brief moment, then picked up her lip gloss and opened it. “So again, tell me what’s wrong?”
“I’m having a moment,” I answered, and she lifted her brow. “It’s no big deal.”
“Tell me what’s wrong,” she requested, and I shook my head. “Yale.”
“I came in here to talk and lay in the bed and have you rub my belly.” It sounded silly when I said it out loud. I was a grown ass woman wanting to be babied, the shit was ridiculous.
“You wanted to have sister time?” she asked, and I nodded. “Why didn’t you just say that then?” She set her lip gloss down and reached for her phone. “I can cancel with Aurora and Bradley and stay here with you.”
“No,” I quickly said, shaking my head. “I don’t want you to change your plans because I know you need time away from here, from us, and all the drama that you’ve been thrown into since meeting me.”
“It’s better than the boring life I was leading,” she laughed, and it was my turn to lift my brow.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” she answered.
“Why don’t you talk about your life before you were with Tulane?”
“What do you want to know?” She watched me through the mirror. “I’m not interesting like you think. I’ve never been married, been in love, or anything like that. I spent almost all my time working, and when I wasn’t, I was dealing with a man I shouldn’t have.”
“Why did Tulane come looking for you first?” I asked. We knew she’d been with him for a few weeks, if not months, before any of us, but that was it.
“I have no clue,” she laughed. “I mean, he’d been a part of my life in the professional standard just like everyone else, but that’s it. When he told me who he was, I was pissed, but I used it to my advantage.”
“You just believed him when he told you?”
“Hell no.” She turned around, crossed her arms, and leaned against the dresser. “We got a DNA test, and when it came back, he was my father, I cussed his ass out. He kept coming around, and then my client was killed.”
“You think Tulane had him killed?” I couldn’t help but ask her because I didn’t put shit past Tulane at this point.
“No,” she denied, shaking her head. “I highly doubt it. Taylor Cambridge was a good kid, smart, funny, and definitely going pro when the time was right.”
“Wait.” I sat up and stared at her. “Taylor Cambridge, the running back? He was your client?”
“Yep,” she answered with a nod. “Signed him while he was in high school, and we had big plans. He was one of my first clients.” She looked away, but I saw tears forming in her eyes. “We were friends. He was a good guy. He didn’t deserve to die.”
“Damn,” I sighed and shook my head. The story of Taylor and his death still buzzed in the sports world. Some say he’d been at the wrong place at the wrong time, and others say that he was killed for a reason. “Wait! Didn’t you say that you were trying to sign Vine Carter?”
“Yeah.” She quickly wiped her face, then turned to face me. “We had our meeting the other day. I’m waiting to hear back from her.”
“Wasn’t her brother Thorn the last person to see Taylor alive?” I asked, and she nodded.
“That’s what the police reports and news say, but I’m not so sure about it, especially after meeting Vine. She knows something, I just need to find out what it is.”
I put the pillow I was lying on behind my back and rested against the headboard. Spelman turned around to look in the mirror. “Spelman?”
“Yeah?” she looked at me through the mirror as she fixed her hair. “What are you up to?”
“Nothing,” she denied, but I didn’t believe her.
“Spelman, look at me.” She looked at me through the mirror, and I could see the wheels turning in her head.
She was up to something and would use all her resources to find the answers to her questions.
“Vine is signed to the Queens, and Pyrite wants you to come work for him, but understand he isn’t going to deal with any bullshit.
He isn’t going to let you come into his organization and cause problems. He has plans for the Queens and wouldn’t have agreed to bringing on Vine if she was going to get caught up in some bullshit.
If you think going after Vine is going to get you answers about whether Thorn had something to do with Taylor’s death, then you might want to step back. ”
“It’s not like that,” she said, shaking her head. “I already talked to Pyrite about my questions, and he has the same ones. Vine is secretive, but I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize her future. I don’t think Thorn killed Taylor, though.”
“Why?”
“I just don’t,” she answered. “And I can’t talk about it until I can get Vine to trust me.”
“Are you trying to sign her so you can get to the answers?”
“Hell no, I was trying to sign Vine before all this happened with Taylor, but she was represented by someone else.” She smiled sweetly. “But he’s dead, and I’m going to use that to my advantage.”
“Her old agent was killed?” I asked, and she nodded. “By who? And what the hell is going on in the sports world? Because niggas die a little too much for my liking.”
“Knock, knock,” Berkeley said, coming into the room. She bit into the apple she was holding and leaned against the door. “What y’all talking about?”
“The ghetto sports world that Spelman is wrapped up in. Do you know that Spelman used to represent Taylor Cambridge?” I asked, and she nodded. “How?”
“I follow sports,” Berkeley answered with a shrug. “I followed all that shit with Taylor being killed and Thorn Carter being arrested for his murder. It’s very much giving 90’s lifetime movie vibes, which I love, so I’m invested.” She took another bite of her apple and shrugged.
“Speaking of Thorn Carter, you know that she had a meeting with his sister Vine the other day, she’s trying to sign her.
And Vine is only available because her ex-agent was killed.
” I threw my hands in the air. “He’s dead.
” I turned back to Spelman, who was watching me with an unreadable expression. “How did he die?”
“He and his two homeboys, who were his business partners, were shot and killed in a home invasion,” she answered.
“Well, isn’t that mighty convenient?” I mumbled and shook my head. “I stand on saying that the sports world is ghetto.”
“Definitely ‘90s lifetime movie,” Berkeley laughed. “I can’t wait to see how it plays out.”
“Same,” I agreed, nodding. My phone buzzed, and I looked down to see a text from Amethyst.
Baby Daddy: Let’s step out tonight.
Me: And go where?
Baby Daddy: On a date.
Me: A date where?
Baby Daddy: If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise.
Me: You never said it was a surprise lol
Baby Daddy: Well, it is. So, get dressed and be ready to go in an hour.
Me: How should I dress?
Baby Daddy: Comfortable Sunshine. Now go get ready.
I climbed out of bed, making sure that I fixed the pillows and covers.
“Where are you going?” Spelman asked.
“On a date, apparently,” I answered and shrugged.
“So, I don’t need to cancel my plans with Aurora and Bradley?” she questioned, and I shook my head. I felt a little guilty for pouting earlier about not spending time together, but now I was about to ditch her.
“No,” I slowly said, shaking my head. “But I do want to spend time together tomorrow. Can we have a sister date?”
“Hell yeah,” she said, nodding.
“I love you, Berkeley,” I said as I walked up to her. I pulled her into a hug and kissed her cheek.
“I love you too, but keep those dick suckers to yourself,” she laughed and playfully wiped the spot I kissed.
“You and that man have slept in the same bed for the last few weeks. He’s making your breakfast at 3 a.m. and taking you on random dates.
There is no doubt in my mind y’all are practicing to make us aunts again as soon as you drop that baby. ”
“We haven’t done anything but kiss,” I whined, and Berkeley reared back with a confused expression.
We’d discussed my sex drive since being pregnant, and she knew that I was barely surviving before we came back.
I was horny all the damn time, and it was driving me crazy.
When Spelman mentioned my hormones earlier, she was saying without saying that I was moody because I needed some dick.
“Oh, hell no,” Berkeley said, shaking her head. She took the phone from my hand, swiped it, and then it started to ring.
“Sunshine, I’m not telling you where we are going,” Amethyst answered, laughing. “Just get dressed and be ready to go when I get there, baby.”
“Amethyst,” Berkeley said, sounding annoyed.
“What’s up?” he replied. The playfulness in his voice was gone, and he was alert and ready to handle whatever needed to be handled. “What’s wrong, Berkeley?”
“Why is my sister walking around with a wet pussy?” she asked him, and I dropped my head. Leave it to Berkeley to get right to the point.
“What?” he laughed.