Page 80 of Perfect Rhythm

I stepped out and looked around, making sure no one was lurking.

The coast was clear.

“Hey, baby, I’m glad you made it,” my mother said as I stepped into the building. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above linen-draped tables and soft jazz played in the background. “You’re late.”

“Sorry, I had a hard time figuring out what I wanted to wear.”

Lies. I had a hard time climbing off of Shade’s dick before getting in the shower.

Oh, we did go one more time after I set my boundaries. You know, just to seal the deal.

“Well, you look amazing. Where did you get this dress? I don’t think I’ve seen you in this one before.”

That’s because my man, who isn’t my man, bought it for me.

“I don’t remember. It’s been sitting in my closet for a while.”

“Hmm...well, it looks good on you.”

“Thank you.” I lowered my gaze, admiring the sleek, off-the-shoulder cocktail dress that skimmed my curves with effortless grace.

I must say, the man knew what I liked.

“Oh,” my mother said, giving my wrist a gentle squeeze. “Your father’s been waiting for you. He’s over by the food, talking to Eli.”

“Talking to who?” I asked, my throat tightening.

“Eli,” my mother repeated. “He got here over an hour ago. I asked him why you two didn’t come together, and he said that he came straight from a gig.”

Clearly, my mother didn’t keep up with the blogs.

“Well, I’ll let you go chat. We’re about to sit down and eat in a few.” She gave me a quick pat on the arm, then strolled away to make small talk with the other guests.

As soon as my eyes landed on Eli, I could feel my insides flood with rage.

Skye bumped my arm. “Bitch, why is Eli here? And where have you been? I thought you would’ve been here way before me.”

“I couldn’t decide what I wanted to wear, and I don’t know why the fuck Eli is here. Has he said anything to you?”

“No, he hasn’t.”

“Hmm...” I folded my arms over my chest, then looked at Skye. “What are you doing here? I thought you would’ve stayed home after everything that happened.”

“Areyouat home?”

“No. But it’s my father.”

“Yeah, well, he’s like a father to me too. I’m not about to let Mecca’s bitch ass keep me away from people that I care about.”

“Is he still blocked?”

“Yep.”

“Has he come by your place?”

“Yep, and I had the police escort his ass of the premises just a few hours ago.”

“Oh, wow, you’re really done fucking with him, huh?”