Page 7 of Other Woman Drama (Content Advisory #4)

Six

Unless I’m sitting on your face, my weight is none of your business.

— Text from Silver to Webber

SILVER

I’d had a weird couple of days, and I didn’t know how to handle it.

Mostly, the parts I didn’t know how to handle were the parts that were directly linked to Webber not treating me like shit.

It was weird to not have his grumpy ass scowling at me.

Then this morning, he’d crowded me close, and I’d gotten a lot of mixed signals.

Did he like me? Or did he hate me?

I didn’t know.

“What is it?” Webber pushed.

I crossed my arms over my chest and remembered that I was still wearing a bra.

I hated bras.

Bras were the worst thing to ever be invented, and I thought it was utter bullshit that societal norms dictated that women wear them to be ‘proper.’

“It’s just that you were looking at me like you didn’t hate me, and I didn’t know how to process that,” I explained, not seeing the point in lying.

His signature frown appeared on his face, and he said, “I don’t hate you.”

Could’ve fooled me…

“Oh,” I said.

“I don’t,” he grumbled.

The door to the diner opened and rushed high-heeled feet could be heard over the din of the diner.

And I inwardly groaned, because I knew exactly who that was.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Fuckkkk!

“Oh, Webber,” Devney cooed as she came to a stop at the side of our table. “What is going on? I drove by and saw your bike and all the police presence.”

Lies.

I was fairly sure she had a tracking device on his bike or his phone or something.

“What are you doing over here?” Webber asked, making no move to scoot over to allow Devney to sit down.

I hated her.

I hated her with the power of a thousand suns.

If there was one person that I could completely wipe free of this planet, it would be her.

Devney started coming around a couple of months ago, and it’d been the worst day of my life when I found out that she was with Webber.

Seriously, every time they disappeared into the back bedroom at the clubhouse, I had to leave or I might cry.

Like right now, my desire to eat breakfast was completely demolished, and the last thing that I wanted to do was sit here and wait for whatever was happening to finish.

“Scooch, silly,” Devney ordered as she sat down next to Webber without waiting for him to comply.

As she did, her ass caught Riggens’s leg and jolted him, causing him to cry.

Which was when I reached over and yanked him out of Webber’s arms.

“Shhh,” I said to Riggens. “It’s okay, baby.”

“What the fuck, Dev?” Webber grumbled. “You could’ve waited until I was moved. You caught Riggens.”

Riggens whimpered in my arms, and then buried his face into my neck and latched onto the tiny hairs that’d escaped my bun.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Riggs.” Devney botched Riggens’s name as usual. “I didn’t see you there.”

“Oh, come on.” I rolled my eyes. “There’s no way you didn’t know he was there. He’s wearing a bright blue onesie.”

Devney went to say something but Dorothy came back in that moment with our plate of food.

She sat it down in front of us and walked away without taking Devney’s order, assuming that she wasn’t eating.

Then again, I’d heard about the fit she threw the last time she was in here.

Apparently, Dorothy had accidentally spilled her glass of water. And instead of it going on her, which would’ve been a reason for throwing a fit, it’d gone the opposite way and soaked the booth that Webber had been sitting in before going to the bathroom.

She’d screeched like a banshee, and Dorothy had kindly asked her to leave after even Webber couldn’t get her to calm down.

Honestly, I didn’t see what Webber saw in the woman.

She was hot, sure.

But being hot didn’t make up for having a terrible personality.

Patting Riggens’s booty, I softly cooed to him to get him to go to sleep.

“That woman is so rude,” Devney complained. “I mean, seriously. She didn’t even offer me a menu.”

“A, the last I heard, you yelled at her and scared away two paying customers over a glass of spilled water that didn’t even get onto you,” I blurted out before I could think about what I was saying.

“And B, you don’t even eat carbs. You’re a vegetarian, and you’re against all things fat.

This place only serves fattening food. There’s not a wheatgrass shake in sight. ”

Webber’s lips twitched, but I looked away toward my food to stop the small jolt of excitement that swept through me at what that smile did to me.

Instead, I reached for my fork and started taking bites, ignoring the awkward silence that filled the space around us.

I was halfway through the bacon on my plate when Devney said, “You do know, right, that each of those pieces of bacon have a hundred calories a pop. Then you have the three eggs on your plate. Just with those three pieces of bacon and three eggs, you’re sitting at half your day’s worth of calories.

But then you got the toast, which’ll add another… ”

I ignored her and took the toast and soaked up the runny part of my eggs. Once it was fully coated, I grabbed a jelly and slathered it on top before taking a huge bite.

I ate even though my stomach roiled.

Fuck this bitch and her fat comment.

I would eat it all and not flinch.

“…Devney,” Webber growled around a bite of his food, but since he was all the way across the table, and he spoke so softly, I didn’t catch the first part.

Miraculously, Devney stopped talking.

I glanced over at her to see her still awkwardly perched on the side of the booth, one tanned leg in her high-heeled shoes—she never went anywhere without her high heels—cocked to the side to help her keep her seat since Webber hadn’t moved over at all.

The door jingled, and I looked away from the beautiful woman to see a couple of cops walking our way.

I sighed and looked at my pancakes longingly.

This would be the second time I wouldn’t get to eat my damn pancakes.

“Eat ’em,” Webber urged. “You can answer questions in between bites.”

I decided to take him at his word and slathered on the butter and the syrup.

The cops got to our side, and I saw it was the same man as earlier.

Assman.

He was a cutie, albeit a little too moral compassy for me.

I liked my men on the wilder side, and this Assman guy struck me as the type of man to follow all the rules.

He smiled down at me, and my heart did do a little flip, though.

“Have a seat,” I urged as I moved all the way over, taking my plate with me.

He sat, his eyes going to the cute little boy in my arms.

“This is your nephew, I heard?” he asked, touching Riggens’s sock-covered foot.

“It is,” I said. “Riggens, can you say hi?”

Riggens pulled his face out of my neck and gave me a slobbery kiss instead.

I giggled and reached for a bite of my pancakes.

Riggens tried to snatch my fork out of my hand.

Assman grinned. “I have a son. I miss this stage.”

“Let me have him,” Webber said. “So you can eat.”

I glanced at the woman at his side, and Webber gritted his teeth before he said, “Devney, it’s time to go. We need to talk to the cops here.”

Devney’s face showed the surprise we were all feeling.

Dismissed.

Wow.

“I can wait outside.” Devney tried to save face.

“No,” Webber disagreed. “I’m taking Silver home after. Then I’m going to work.”

Devney went forward to kiss his cheek, but at the same time Webber leaned forward to get the rest of his pancakes in his mouth before holding out his hands to take Riggens.

She missed his cheek and kissed the air.

I would’ve laughed had seeing them together not hurt so damn much.

“Um, I’ll call you later then.” She got up and left.

The other officer, this one in plain clothes, whistled low as she stalked away.

“You’re going to pay for that later, Webber,” the man murmured.

“Probably, Haze,” Webber said as he reached across the table and caught Riggens in his large, capable hands. “Get to askin’ your questions, man.”

Assman nodded, his eyes going to Webber for a short second before he turned back to me. “Can you tell me what happened?”

I did, giving him a complete rundown of the morning since my sister left.

“Justifiable if you ask me,” Haze muttered under his breath when I was finished. “You were way more patient than I would’ve been.”

“Will I be charged for assault?” I asked.

“Maybe.” Haze and Assman shrugged. “But right now, she’s being detained for a few things. Maybe she won’t care about the assault when she realizes how much trouble she’s in with us and her own police department.”

I sighed.

That was just what I needed, an assault on my record.

I took another bite of my pancakes and said, “Will I be arrested?”

“Probably not,” Assman murmured.

The next ten minutes they continued to ask follow-up questions, then left.

Webber paid the bill, then he headed for Aella’s car.

He got into the driver’s seat and started it up before he put Riggens into the vehicle.

“You need me to drive you home?” he asked.

I stared at him for a long second, thinking that I really should answer his question.

But I couldn’t stop myself from asking one of my own.

“Why did you call me the last night and not your girlfriend?”

Webber’s mouth turned down into a frown.

He was about to answer, but the car started dinging, and I looked at the dashboard to see that it was, indeed, out of gas.

Really out of gas.

I sighed. “I swear to God.”

With that, I got into the car and closed the door.

After getting my seat belt on, I drove to the nearest gas station.

I’d just pulled next to the pump and was getting out of my car when a hand landed on the glass.

The door stopped opening, and I looked up to find Webber heading for the pump.

I stayed where I was, my heart pounding.

When he had the nozzle in the tank and was filling it up, he came to the window and gestured for me to roll it down.

Riggens crying didn’t bother him when he said, “I didn’t call her because she’s a pain in the ass on the best days. Waking her up from her beauty rest would’ve sucked for both of us.”

I nodded.

I didn’t like that answer.

I wished it would’ve been something like, “She’s not you.”

Instead, I was left with a feeling of emptiness as he went back to pumping the gas.

I rolled up the window and smiled and waved when he finished up.

As I drove to Aella’s place, I wondered if I would ever be able to get over a man that had never been mine…and never would be.