Turned Out By A Boss(44)

“We need to talk. Right? That's what you called me over here for. I refuse to listen to you and your dude go back and forth about what seems to be everyday shit.” Denim harshly said.

“Denim on the real. Yeah, I wanted to talk to you but chill on the bitchiness.”

“I feel like shit just went left with us. You were my girl, my best friend then you just up and left. Next thing I know you on Instagram and Facebook with some bitch named Sparkle talking about that's ya main. Where they do that at?” Cree said getting straight to the point of how she felt.

“Treasure. Her name is Treasure. And don't put her in this because this is wayyyy deeper than anything I posted about a childhood friend I reconnected with. Bitch you gotchu a lil dude and played my ass to the left. You would've known I left had you not been up his ass. Then you never wanted to answer my calls or text messages. Nah you foul.”

"Ok, I f*cked up. We know this so now what?"

Denim stared at her to see if she was serious. The issue was far from dead but, here she was acting as if it was all because she no longer wanted to talk about it.

"What you mean now what. Bitch the problem ain't over."

Cree rolled her eyes. "Okay let's put it out there. Because it's obvious, you feeling a certain."

The two sat down and put everything out on the table and after much back and forth. Cree decided to finally consider where she was wrong at. As much as she felt Denim was being a baby she understood where she was coming from.

"I feel like I'm never gonna see you again." cried Cree.

"Right. As if we not gon' call each other every day and get on the other’s nerves." Denim joked while grabbing up her things preparing to leave.

"I just wanna say out of everyone in our circle you were the only one that didn't judge me off rip. When I needed a shoulder to cry on or express how I felt you was there, I can never think of a time when you wasn't being a real friend. So for that I'm grateful. No matter what I was going through dumb or not you rode it out with me, from jumping out on niggas to running down on bitches and just acting a fool, in general, you were there." Cree said.

Denim smiled with a light chuckle. "Bitch you acting like we never gonna come in contact with each other again. But nah you been my bitch since I met you. I love your little hood ass you always kept it a buck with me and never changed up. Especially when all this Rico shit came to the light, you stayed down and by my side like a real bitch. So for that I thank you, you made it so that I never have to question your loyalty and you showed me that you are nothing less than a true friend." Denim said as they hugged. Now I'm gon let you go back in hiding with your nigga." Denim yelled as she was getting in her car.

Denim

"Sherika what do you mean you inviting some dude to the dinner? You do know Daryl is gonna be there, right?" Denim shook her head. She was just getting on good terms with Sherika and could say she enjoyed their talks but she refused to just be her yes man.

"I know but I really like him," She whined.

After finally realizing that her marriage was getting nowhere, Sherika felt as though it was time to live again. She had recently started seeing a guy by the name of Nas and couldn't be happier.

Ignoring her Denim slid on a pair of acid washed high waist jeans with rips on the thighs and a V-neck shirt. Going through her bag, she sprayed her Daisy perfume by Marc Jacobs.

"Are you listening?" Sherika yelled.

Denim laughed. "I hear you but no I don't think it's a good idea. I understand you may like him but that doesn't mean he has to come to the dinner. Hell just go see him after." Denim reasoned.

After much back and forth Denim hung up with an overly confused Sherika. Denim understood her sister was going through problems in her marriage but to bring the drama in their parents’ house, she just didn't agree with it.

Fixing her braids, she looked at herself in the hotels bathroom mirror and smiled at her reflection. Even without make up she was gorgeous.

"Where you going?" Kuazie asked walking up behind her. She turned kissing his lips as he laid his head on her shoulder.

"Today is the day I talk to Rico," she said trying not to make eye contact with him through the mirror. They both knew this day was coming but neither was ready for it.

Instead of responding. Kuazie walked out the bathroom leaving her alone. Walking behind him she sighed.

"Why are you mad?"

"Who said I was mad?" he said giving off a confused look causing her to roll her eyes.

"I can tell. It's written all over your face."

"Denim get away from me. If you feel like I'm mad then, that's your problem. I'm good."

Denim sighed. Grabbing her thick wool cardigan, she slid both arms in before turning back to face him.

"I'm leaving."

"Have fun." he suggested.

"Stupid ass." rolling her eyes, Denim mumbled under her breath.

She was now more than ready to be getting out of this room and away from him. Kuazie was really in his feelings and she was getting more than annoyed with being around him.

Every time Rico's name was brought up or he was mentioned it's like Kuazie's attitude just changed. With the way, he was acting she was more than ready to get this little talk over with now. Denim knew the quicker she talked to Rico the quicker her problems with Kuazie would cease. Well, at least, she hoped so.