Page 92 of Him Too

“Do you think your time in a mental hospital has anything to do with why you agreed to an arrangement like this?”

I blinked once.

And just like that—I flipped.

“You playing with me?”

Her mouth opened. I didn’t let her get the words out.

“What the fuck me being in a mental hospital gotta do with anything? That’s where we going? You just wanted to bring that shit up” I almost called her a bitch.

The door to the studio slammed opened and Tyrell and Oak walked in. Jordin had sent Oak to babysit me since it was my first interview in seven years. He looked out of place in his suit.

“We told y’all not to bring that shit up,” Tyrell snapped at the producers.

I held up a hand. “Nah. They good. I’m gone.”

Oak barked, “Handle it, Tyrell.”

I was about to leave peacefully but then the cohost opened his damn mouth.

“So y’all both be fucking her or not?” He had a big fucking cheese-eating grin on his fat fucking face I would’ve loved to remove.

I slapped both hands on the table.

“I’ll flip this whole fucking set and beat your ass, bitch.”

My phone rang. I already knew it was Jordin, the podcast was live. She was gonna be pissed if I did anything too volatile.

I looked down. Exhaled through my nose.

Then I turned and walked out.