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Chapter 4

Diamond

Damn, my ass was getting phat. I liked that shit. I’d been hitting the gym on my off day, which was usually every Sunday morning and every Tuesday evening. The squats were working for me and paying off.

“Oh my God,” a groan came from the other side of the room as checked out my reflection just one more time. “Girl we get it, you’re fucking stacked. Can we go to fucking brunch now?”

I shot a look over my shoulder at one of my best friends, Naomi Carter. We had been tight since we’d been tight since our private pre-school days.

“Jealous?” I asked giving her a small smile.

“Hardly, bitch,” she slid from my bed. “Now let's go, Carmen and Treyanna are waiting. I’ve gotten fifteen texts from them complaining that every time we have brunch somebody late.”

I growled and checked my reflection one more time. Turning back to Naomi, I reached for the Chanel purse I had sitting nearby. “Let’s go then.”

We exited my little condo that I had purchased almost six months ago. I couldn’t take being under the roof with my father and his wife any longer and finally made a grown-up decision. Yes, living in a mansion had had its perks but I was too grown to still be living at home with my daddy.

Reversing out of the driveway, I noted the neighbors were collecting mail on one side of my driveway, while on the other side kids were playing with their dogs. I loved this little neighborhood. Everyone was surprisingly polite and the kids were always trying to help with groceries when I saw them.

Naomi seemed to be deep in thought as we swerved around corners. She hadn’t seemed very chatty and I wondered what was wrong. Finally turning the radio down at a stoplight, I looked over.

“Something wrong?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it?”

Raising an eyebrow, I watched my friend inspect her nails. She had none. She kept them clipped and short, painted with a slight iridescent gloss. Due to her profession as a medical doctor, she couldn’t do long acrylics like I wore sometimes.

“Nay,” I chided from the driver's seat.

We were just minutes from our destination and if she was never going to say anything in front of our friends. Naomi was a pretty private person.

She just kept looking ahead and finally spoke. “I’m just going through some shit.”

“Is it that bum ass boy?”

Naomi was smart and beautiful. She was one of the smartest people I knew, even during our time as roommates at Spellman, she had been the one studying while I partied. She was a second-generation doctor, with a specialty in obstetrics and gynecology. She dripped black excellence…but Naomi had a weakness for this one guy. A guy I called a bum.

Cedric Jenkins was what I liked to call low class but he hadn’t been around in a long time. He’d moved to Virginia with the mother of his child almost two years ago.

“It is man trouble,” Naomi flinched. “But no…not that bum. It's somebody from work.”

“Oh really?”

We reached our destination and Sunny Breakfast Midtown came into view. It was a brick building surrounded by a few other shops. The urge to go shopping was boiling in my stomach. I loved shopping.

“Yes,” Naomi frowned.

“Okay, so what’s the problem.”

“There’s history there,” she looked over.

“Let’s finish talking about it late,” I parked the car. “You know if Trey and Carmen hear all this they’ll be giving you shit. The words history sound will be like music to their ears.”

Giving each other looks, we burst into giggles.

“You’re right,” she said.