Turned Out By A Boss(11)

“I miss you, too. Girl so much has been going on but I live in North Carolina now.” Denim laughed at how dramatic and country Treasure sounded.

She sat on the phone smiling as she played catch up and did a little gossiping on the phone with her childhood friend. Sharing the details of each other's lives both girls were left shocked with the other.

“What do you mean pregnant? By a married man? You know his wife? Denim you know you wrong. Does your daddy know all of this?” Treasure fired off with question after question.

Sighing Denim replied, “Treasure chill out, and are you crazy the last thing I want is for my dad to know anything like that. Girl, but yes he does know that I am pregnant. As far as Rico. He’s Sherika’s best friends husband. I know you feel I'm wrong but he doesn't love her like he loves me.”

Treasure let out a light chuckle not believing how stupid her friend sounded. This was not the same Denim she'd grown up with. The Denim she'd grown up with wouldn't have even let that dumb shit come out her mouth.

“He loves you more than he loves his wife? That's what you just said right. Denim that has got to be the dumbest shit I've ever heard. I wonder how many other bitches he got thinking like you. Cause if he loved you more I'm pretty sure you'd be rocking the ring and singing a different tune than the one you singing now."

Rolling her eyes, Denim sucked her teeth. This was one of the things she didn't miss about Treasure. She kept it too real all the time and had a slick ass mouth.

“There are no other bitches.” Denim snapped.

“Please tell me you don't believe that. Be real with yourself baby girl. If he could cheat on his wife with you. Then he could cheat on you with the next bitch. You may be his main side chick but trust me you are not the only side chick. And from the sounds of things. This Rico nigga got you right where he wants you.”

No longer wanting to hear what Treasure had to say Denim ended the call without so much as a bye. She sat thinking and she couldn't fathom the thought of having to share Rico with anyone other than Deena’s annoying uppity ass.

*****

Denim looked at herself in the mirror and for the first time in a long time, she felt pretty. Her smooth brown colored skin was glowing due to her being the happiest she's been in weeks. Dressed in a black strapless sundress her boobs sat up on her round stomach that poked out showing her belly button as she smoothed the back down which hugged her butt since it was so big. On her feet were a pair of Tory Burch wedges to go with her black Tory Burch bag that she accessorized with, not to mention her silver diamond heart shaped pendant around her neck and two carat tear drop earrings both courtesy of Rico.

"Hello." She quickly answered her phone. Not even giving it a chance to fully ring out.

"I'm outside."

Wasting no time, she headed down her stairs and out the door locking it. Barely getting off the third step she was already out of breath. Pregnancy for her wasn't necessarily bad but she could go without having shortness of breath.

"I see it took you a while." Joked her best friend Cree once she got in the BMW series 3. “You look pretty.” she squealed.

"Thanks. Girl, this pregnancy shit is for the birds. I swear I'm never going through this again." Denim stressed as she struggled to get her seatbelt over her stomach.

"I commend you cause my ass would have been at the abortion clinic once them two lines appeared on the damn stick," Cree said laughing earning a disapproving look from Denim.

"Cree you so damn ghetto."

"Nah but honestly that being a parent shit not for me. I'm a young hood bitch that had no guidance from a parent and I just so happen to make it out and it wasn't even the right way. I salute females like you." She praised. "Don't get me wrong the way you went about things and got pregnant. I do not agree with it, but I do respect you for not taking the easy way out and for dealing with the consequences of your actions.”

"Thanks, Cree." Denim smiled.

"Anytime mama. Now let's get this lunch over with. Shall we?”

“I really don't want to be here but I promised Moni I'd show up this time.” Denim sighed.

Cree cut off the car as they sat in the parking lot dreading how their meal was about to go. “Well, next time promise for only you. I don't like them bitches and they don't like me. Besides, I don't know how you sit in Deena’s face knowing you f*cking her husband. No offense.”

Denim sighed running her fingers through her hair, “I know the shit I'm doing is foul but I honestly see it as I'm not her friend and I'm not making Rico do anything he doesn't want to. It's not my fault she can't keep her man from straying.” Denim shrugged.

“Oh, no sweetheart this is way past straying. This man put you up in your own spot, bought you a car and keeps your bank account laced. Not to mention you're carrying his child. Nah straying ain't the word. Rico’s ass done made a home with you without the two of you even realizing it.” Cree said shaking her head. She may be what you called ghetto, loud and ratchet but as a woman, it's certain things she didn't agree with and Denim’s decisions being some.

“It's done now. There's nothing we can do but move on and make the best out of our circumstances. Besides it’s not my fault her man chose me. Now let's go eat.” said Denim getting out the car.