Page 49 of Pills and Potions: Kase

She said it like a fact.

After that conversation with my mom, something shifted in me. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, so I went to open it. There stood Denise, smiling like sin. She pulled up to the crib in a damn trench coat like this was a movie scene, and all I could do was frown. I didn’t want anything to do with her. She leaned in, tried to kiss me on the lips. I didn’t move. Then she aimed for my cheek, and I stepped back.

“You aren’t happy to see me?”

“Naw, what you doing here?”

“I came to see you, baby. My husband’s out of town.”

Then, like she’d rehearsed it, she let that trench coat hit the floor, stood there in all that lace. But did I pounce, hell nah. I bent down, picked up her coat, and handed it back to her like I was a damn concierge.

“Here you go, Denise. Don’t want you catching a chill.”

Her eyes widened at me like I slapped her ego clean across the face.

“Don’t you know better than to give your body away for free?” I said, calm but firm. “Go give it to your husband.”

“Kase, are you high?”

“Nope.”

“You sick?”

I stepped back and pointed toward the door. “Nah. I’m in love. I told you we were done months ago.

“What does she got that I don’t?”

“My heart,” I revealed.

Denise just stood there, stunned. Like she didn’t know whether to cry, cuss, or drop it low again. I didn’t give her time to figure it out. I grabbed her trench coat, put it around her shoulders, and walked her right to the door before opening it.

“Time to go.”

“Or what?” I heard growling behind me.

I turned around and saw a pregnant Blyss, holding Spencer’s leash in one hand and an apple in the other. She was crunchin’ like she dared somebody to try her. Spencer sat posted, growling low like he already knew what time it was. I observed Blyss lock eyes with Denise, who had a frown.

“Listen here, hoe. If you don’t wanna get your ass ate up like this apple, I suggest you back the fuck up,” Blyss threatened.

Spencer growled again, like,yeah, what she said.

I stood there quietly. Shit, I wasn’t about to step in, not while she was carryin’ my kid and movin’ like she wanted somebody to blink wrong.

Denise took off runnin’ with her heels clappin’ like she was late for TSA.

I closed the door behind her, cracking the hell up.

Blyss stood there, belly pokin’, apple almost done, still holdin’ Spencer like she just won a duel.

I walked up slow, shook my head, smirking. “You really sent her runnin’ like that?”

She took one last bite. “She tried me.”

I leaned in and kissed her lips. She snorted, and it was music to my ears.

The End!