Chapter 152
I watched him end the call, before dropping the phone into a cupholder.
He then glanced my way. “Now, what was you saying?”
With an attitude, I folded my arms over my breasts.
“I don’t understand how you can tell somebody that you’ll pull up in about two hours, when we’re literally supposed to be sitting down to eat.
That alone could take a minimum of three hours.
And I don’t wanna go nowhere, feeling like I’m on a time clock, because you have somewhere else to be. ”
He sighed. “Babi, come on now. Stop being so dramatic. At the end of the day, Ion work for nobody. So, whether it’s two hours or five, that nigga will be alright, until I get there.”
I huffed. “That’s really not the point, Face. It’s Saturday night, and you can’t pacify me with a short dinner, before you run around, or hangout til two or three.”
I probably did sound like I was losing my mind, because this was my first time expressing how I felt about this.
Ever since we’d found out that I was pregnant, I felt like he’d leave me at home more often.
Face wasn’t necessarily a clubber, but he was well known and had a massive social life.
He knew everybody from rappers to basketball players.
So, he was always outside at some form of social event.
And I used to go with him, because I knew that nobody knew Too Low in those high places.
Now, there had been a few uneventful weekends under my belt, and that was because Face would spend some time with me during the day, take me home, then ease out the door to enjoy the city’s nightlife.
And I didn’t like that shit. There was also this thing, where I really didn’t question him whenever he’d leave, because of the illegal activities he partook in.
I didn’t need the details of his crimes, but that also gave him a lot of leeway to play in the streets, and dress it up as work.
So, I really couldn’t complain about the hanging out, when I