Page 27 of You Made a Fool of Death with Your Beauty
Feyi sat on the bed and typed out a quick message, hoping that Joy was alone. BITCH. CALL ME NOW.
It took only a few minutes before her phone was ringing, and Feyi quickly answered the video call. Joy’s face popped up, grinning and full of mischief. She was wearing a new blond wig with bangs that fell almost into her eyes.
“What’s the tea, my good sis?” she said immediately. “Spill all of it.”
“Oh my God,” Feyi whispered into the phone, looking around to make sure she wasn’t close enough to the door for anyone to overhear her. “Joy, you’ll never guess who his fucking dad is.”
“Oh, shit. Who is it? We know him?”
“Girl. It’s motherfucking Alim Blake.”
Joy did a double take and flipped her hair out of her face. “Let me move my goddamn bang,” she said. “Bitch, did you just say Alim Blake? Like from the cooking show?”
“Yes, bitch, he picked us up at the damn airport!”
Joy clapped her hands over her mouth. “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice muffled. “But you’re telling me that you met Alim Blake. That you’re low-key dating Alim Blake’s son?” Joy dropped her hands. “Oh my God, bitch, you’re in Alim Blake’s house right now?”
Feyi plopped down on the bed. “Yup, and it gets worse.”
“The fuck you mean it gets worse?”
Feyi grimaced. “He’s hot, Joy.”
“Uh-uh.” Joy held the phone away from her face so Feyi could see her full incredulous expression. “We all know Alim Blake is fine as hell, but I don’t like how you’re saying that, Feyi. I’ma need you to expand on that statement.”
“Like, he’s hot.” Feyi groaned and fell sideways on the bed. “Like, hot hot.”
“I know—” Joy paused and let out a deep breath. “Whew, chile, I know you’re not in your boyfriend’s daddy’s house right now talking about how hot the man is.”
“First of all, not my boyfriend.”
Joy gasped. “Oh my God, that is not a loophole, Feyi!”
“Second of all, I’m not going to do anything!”
Her best friend leaned in toward the camera and shook her head. “You know, I really thought the day it became time for this lecture, you’d be the one giving it to me and not vice versa, but Feyikemi Ayomide Adekola, do not fuck your boyfriend’s father in his own house, for God’s sake.”
Feyi spun around, bringing the phone close to her face. “You’re on speakerphone, Joy! And he’s not my boyfriend!”
“Well, now you’re just being messy, Feyi, put your goddamn earbuds in.”
“They’re somewhere in my bag.” Feyi paced the room, then stepped into the walk-in closet and closed the door, her screen lighting up her face. “I haven’t unpacked because I’ve been freaking the fuck out,” she continued. “Like, you think I want to be crushing on Nasir’s father? That shit with Milan was already too close to home.”
Joy snorted out a laugh. “I’m sorry, but you literally can’t get closer to home than where you are right now.”
“Oh my God, that’s not helping.”
“Okay, okay.” Joy arranged her face. “Look, it makes sense.”
Feyi cut her eyes at her best friend.
“No, it really does! He’s rich and famous, I mean, he’s basically an older, more successful version of Nasir, right? Makes sense that you’d find him attractive.” Joy tapped a bedazzled nail against her lower lip. “Was he vibing toward you?”
Feyi groaned again. “No. He was perfectly polite and nice. This is just me being a completely inappropriate ho, that’s all.”
“Honestly, babe? I think you’re also kinda scared about where you and Nasir might be heading. He’s been low-key perfect, and maybe it’s easier to think about blowing it all up than to keep going. There are lots of ways to run away, you know?”
Feyi rubbed the back of her neck. “Yeah, you probably right,” she said. “I gotta get my shit together.”