1. She Waits For No Man #3
The way my head was pounding this morning made me scared to open my eyes.
I groaned as I shifted my body, feeling every bit of the after affects from last night’s drinking.
My mouth was dry as hell, and with the way my stomach was rumbling, I knew I owed it an apology.
Before I could brace myself to sit up, my phone rang, amplifying the beating of steel drums in my head.
“Oh, my God, whatttt?” I groaned, reaching over on the coffee table blindly for a few seconds until my hand finally touched it.
I cracked my right eye open just enough to swipe my finger across the screen and answer the call.
“Hello?”
“Good afternoon, Dory.” Thyri laughed softly on the other end. “You alive?”
“Bitch, barely,” I replied, squinting to shield my eyes from the sun that made its way through my blinds. “And why you sayin’ good afternoon? It’s…”
“One in the afternoon.” She cut me off.
“Seriously?”
“Yes, ma’am. I was gonna call you earlier, but Enzo said to let you sleep it off.”
“That was the right advice. I’m glad he didn’t see me last night. He would’ve been talkin’ so much shit.”
“Oh. Ummm, he kinda did see you. After I brought you home, I had him come pick me up. He set your alarm before we left.”
“Oh, Lord.” I covered my face with my hand. “Was I talking shit? The last thing I remember was laying on the couch. What he say?”
She giggled. “He ain’t say nothin’ other than yo’ lightweight ass shouldn’t have been drinking. His words, not mine. Oh, and you lucky he love you ‘cause he don’t want me hanging out wit’ nobody that can’t hold they liquor.”
I chuckled a little, shaking my head. That sounded like some shit he’d say. “Next time, you only call another Sullivan if there’s an emergency,” I playfully scolded.
“Girl, please. I called my man the moment I got behind the wheel.”
“Ughhh, you so sprung.”
“Whatever.” She laughed. “Get up and go hydrate before you wither away. Oh, and try to eat something greasy if you can keep it down. It’ll coat your stomach.”
“You sound just like Enzo bossy ass. Thank you for getting me home safe, boo.”
“No thanks needed. Your purse and house keys are on the kitchen counter. The car is parked in your driveway.”
“Okay, cool. I’ll text later.”
“Sounds good.”
I hung up and laid the phone on my chest. Closing my eyes, I stayed still for another minute, mustering up the strength to stand.
That Reposado went down so smooth that it would have you without a care in the world in the moment, only to have you questioning your decisions the morning after.
Exhaling, I pulled the throw blanket off my body.
Looking down at my panties and bra, I let out a low giggle.
I may have been sauced last night, but sleeping in my outside clothes wasn’t an option.
“Don’t make no damn sense,” I muttered.
Careful not to sit up too fast, I swung my feet off the couch and planted them on the hardwood floor.
Standing, I started to walk out of the living room to head upstairs.
As I walked past the kitchen, I heard a phone ringing.
Stopping short, I frowned because the ringing wasn’t coming from the phone in my hand. It was coming from the kitchen.
Turning back, I walked over to my purse that sat open on the counter where Thyri said she left it. The ringing stopped then. Just as my brows crinkled in confusion, it started up again and stopped.
“What the hell?” I said out loud while reaching into my purse and pulling out a blue iPhone 17 Pro Max.
I knew the model off hand because I had the same exact one.
It was my family business phone that I had left home the night before.
The one in my hand had no case or screen protector, and the screen was full of missed text and call notifications.
It chimed again in my hand before dying immediately after. Scratching my head, I set the phone down and unlocked my own to see if any of the girls knew anything.
Me: Hey, did one of y’all drop y’all phone in my purse on accident last night?
Danae replied first.
Nae: Huh?
Ebone: Not me.
A few seconds passed before Amil replied.
Milz: Bitch, who you robbed on your way home?
Thyri: That’s weird because we didn’t stop anywhere.
I leaned on the kitchen counter, trying to rack my brain of what could have happened. Then, I remembered the fine bearded man — Mehki. His last words to me were, the universe has its ways. As quickly as the thought entered my head, I shook it off. Me having his phone didn’t make sense.
Me: Well, it belongs to someone. I’ll figure it out.
Ebone: Sooner than later. There are some crazy ass people out here, and tracking is a real thing.
Me: Good thing I have guns with real bullets. I dare a nigga to try it.
I glanced down at the dead screen once more, still clueless.
The fact that a whole phone ended up in my purse without me noticing was very off putting.
Again, my mind went to Mehki and his comment.
Shrugging, I turned and headed upstairs to shower.
Taking a page from Mehki’s book, I was going to let the universe do its thing.