Baby Love(82)

"Well, actually I told him that he was more than welcome to crash at my place. I mean it's closer to the club and all. He wants to talk about making some changes at the club. I'm not sure of the extent he wants to change it but he's offered to put in an additional $100,000 after he buys you out. I'm kind of excited to hear his ideas."

I was thoroughly amused and thoroughly happy if things were indeed moving ahead with Gina and Tristan. I still believed that they were perfect for one another.

"Well you do have that spare bedroom at your condo Gina. It makes perfect sense to me that he would stay there."

"Very funny, Ty. I know what you're thinking. You have a dirty mind just like that husband of yours! By the way - please honor our BFF confidentiality here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Please don't tell the Hot Nazi where Tristan is staying, okay?"

"You know I won't if you don't want me to Gina, but what is the big deal?"

"It's just that I really like Tristan but at this point I think we are going to take the 'friendship' route. At least that is what I am hoping for."

"I don't understand. You seem to really like him to the point where I swear you are crushing on him. He seems to be charmed by you so what is the problem?"

"I don't want to be his 'bridge bitch,' that's all."

"What the hell is a 'bridge bitch'?"

"You know - it's the chick that gets the guy after his heart has been broken and helps him get through that and then prepares him to meet his next serious relationship which by the way, ain't her! She essentially bridges him from his past relationship to his next serious relationship."

The bar started filling up so we didn't get the opportunity to discuss Tristan any further. I did find it odd that Tristan hadn't mentioned anything to Trey about coming back to Atlanta the following week. I truly hoped that Tristan didn't resent Trey for being the bearer of bad news through that video he had sent on to him.

I was making a couple of skinny martinis for a table of young women clearly having 'happy hour' after work. I was reaching for the shaker when I heard Gina.

"Holy shit. This can't be good."

I followed her gaze and saw a very pissed-off Libby approaching the bar. We didn't have bouncers at the club this early as it was just a little after six.

Libby was dressed in dark purple leather. Leather pants, a leather jacket, and leather boots covered her tall, thin body. She was making fast, angry strides to where Gina was standing at the bar. I moved closer to Gina to let her know that I had her back.

"You bitch!" Libby shouted at Gina, causing the patrons at the bar to look over quickly.

"I know that you video recorded out conversation the other day and gave it to Tristan. What the hell were you hoping to accomplish?"

I stepped up to the bar before Gina even had a chance to respond.

"Hey, it was me Libby. I'm the one that told Gina to send the video to my phone so that I could show it to Trey. It was Trey's decision to share it with Tristan. They are brothers you know?"

"Oh and like you give a shit about Tristan's feelings?"

I wanted to slap her right then and there because Tristan was my brother-in-law and a very sweet one at that.

"You were just pissed Tylar. You wanted revenge because you were afraid that I would f*ck your husband better than you ever could!"

(Oh hell no the bitch didn't just say that!)

"Hardly," I responded calmly to Libby.

"The truth is that Trey and I were privy to your nasty goings on in the bedroom next to ours in Bristol. I believe Trey's exact words were that you were a freak he wouldn't take home to his own mama!"

"Hah! I doubt that very much. It seems to me that maybe 'Ken" is getting just a little bored with his 'Housewife Barbie' these days. Perhaps all he really needed and wanted was to take a dive under my fig leaves at Tristan's birthday party last month."

I could hear Gina cuss under her breath, instructing me to bitch slap her. That's not how I rolled.

"Sweetie," I said, leaning over the bar and smiling at her.

"I can guarantee you that what you had under those fig leaves last month held no interest at all for my man. You see he actually prefers 'Housewife Barbie' to 'GI Jane' any day of the week. My only concern is that Tristan had the foresight to properly armor his manhood while he was in the clutches of a whore like you. I'd hate for my best friend Gina to catch any of your crotch rot!"

"Why you uppity little bitch!" she snarled. "Someone needs to put you in your place and maybe I'm just the person to do it!"

Libby drew her arm back to swing full force into me just as Gina pushed her way in front of me. Libby's hand never found its mark because at that point Trey had come up right behind her. He grabbed her arm on the upswing staying it motionless to reach its target.

She turned immediately to see who had stayed her hand.

"Libby," Trey said, "I think it’s time you left and found someone else to torture."

She squirmed out of his grip; her face was red with humiliation and anger. Some of the patrons at the bar were looking over at her and snickering. She looked pathetic.

Finally, Libby turned on her heel and stomped out mumbling about how much better she could do than Tristan and she hadn't wanted to keep his goddam ring anyway.