Page 47 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

“Boy, if you don’t?—”

I walked past her.

Straight into the house.

I knew I was crossing a line.

I crossed it anyway.

“Amai!” Delphine’s voice was sharp behind me. “You gon’ make me shoot you right in the asshole!” I heard her stomping toward her bedroom. “I got somethin’ for yo’ ass. Sho the fuck do!”

I didn’t stop.

I knew where Truth’s room was.

Down the narrow hallway.

Second door on the left.

I could hear movement inside—footsteps, the creak of bedsprings, the rustle of sheets.

She was trying to get in bed.

Trying to pretend she’d been asleep.

I opened the door without knocking.

Truth was halfway under the covers, her eyes wide, her hair wrapped in a silk scarf.

“Stop playing with me,” I said.

Her face shifted.

From surprise to anger in half a second.

“I’mplaying?” She sat up, the covers falling away. “You’re the one playing games, Amai!”

“Truth—”

“No.” She pointed at me, her hand shaking. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to call me in the middle of the night, accusing me of fucking somebody else, then show up at my mama’s house at two in the morning like you got the right!”

“I do have the right!”

“You don’t haveshit!” Her voice cracked. “This ismyfault. I made you feel like shit was sweet because I was trying to be professional. But this?” She gestured between us. “This is anythingbutprofessional.”

I took a step closer.

She didn’t back down.

“So many lines have been crossed until they’ve blurred,” she continued, her voice shaking with fury. “And I don’t tolerate disrespect. Not from you. Not from anybody. Not anymore!”

“I wasn’t trying to disrespect you.”

“Then what the fuck do you call it?” She stood up now, her eyes blazing. “You called me a hoe, Amai. You accused me of letting some random man fuck me. You think that’srespect?”

I opened my mouth.

Closed it.