Page 43 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

Always.

Even back when we were friends, everybody loved her. Everybody wanted to be around her. If something good was happening, somehow that shit always found its way to her.

Now, look at her.

She had a husband, a big-ass house, money, and now possibly a baby. Meanwhile, I was sleeping in Marissa's house, trying to figure out what the fuck I was gon’ do with my life.

That shit burned me up.

I looked down at the pictures again, zoomed in on one, then swiped to the next. A smirk crossed my face as I locked my phone and tossed it onto the cushion beside me.

“Congratulations, friend,” I muttered. “Let's see how long all this shit lasts.”

I wasn't posting the pictures yet, though.

Nawl.

The last thing I wanted was to move too fast and waste the only thing I had that could really fuck with her. I was gon’ sit back, pay attention, and wait until the timing was right.

Then, I was gone drop them hoes and let the rest handle itself.

I picked my phone back up and pulled up my call log. My thumb hovered over Amani’s name for a second before I tapped it.

I didn’t know if he’d seen the article yet. Then again, Amani never really gave a fuck about blogs. According to him, half the shit they posted was made up anyway. The phone rang a few times before he finally answered.

“Yeah?”

His voice was flat, like I’d interrupted something.

“Did you know Sianni might be pregnant?”

There was a brief pause.

“Nawl.” He sucked his teeth. “I don’t pay attention to that shit. them blogs be lying all the damn time.”

“Maybe.” I shrugged. “But what if they ain’t?”

He let out a tired sigh.

“So what?”

I frowned.

“So… you ain’t gon’ say nothing?”

“What the fuck is there for me to say?” he shot back. “She moved the fuck on.”

I leaned back against the couch, shaking my head.

“Nigga… you soft as fuck.”

He let out a dry laugh.

“Or maybe I just know when it’s time to leave shit alone.”

That shut me up for all of two seconds.

“Boy…” I sucked my teeth. “You and me both know you ain’t over Sianni’s ass. Quit playing. If she called you right now, yo’ ass would be over there before the phone finished ringing.”