CELEBRITY

Chapter 6

"No I haven't and I would rather not talk about him," the disinfectant bottle I was spraying onto my countertop began to get stuck. A cling noice came as Naomi placed her wine glass on the small dining table. Honestly, I didn't know why she was bringing him up when she was the one that sent me the picture that lead to our abrupt ending. She should have understood better than anyone.

She gripped the bridge of her nose, "Baye I didn't send you that post for you to just throw him away. You two could have talked about it."

"And why would I want to sit around and talk about it with him? No matter what he could tell me I still know for a fact niggas ain't shit," I ultimately ended up throwing the janky bottle back beneath the sink.

"I'm just saying."

I began to laugh, "Bitch and what are you exactly saying?" My head shook before turning to her fully, "Look, I'm grateful he came around so that I could finally leave my ex in the trash where he fucking belongs but I just feel like Trenay was a bit too good to be true."

"Is that it?" her eyebrows rose and I knew she had more to say so I just nodded. "Or did you feel like it was too good to be true because you're so used to trash?"

"Goddd Naomi what could I even do now? I ended it with him," I hoped she didn't catch my bluff but it was my best friend.

Of course she did... "I know he still hits you up Baye. I'd bet money he hasn't stop blowing you up since you told him to get the fuck." And she was absolutely correct. I got at least a text from him twice a day. He was trying, but why? Just to fucking ruin my life most likely.

Naomi didn't even know the full dilemma I was in because I still wasn't fully acknowledging the situation. I still didn't know what I wanted to do or how I was supposed to deal with this. Trenay's messages and voicemails to me revealed that he was definitely thinking about it. "I just don't think I should be focusing on a man. My business-"

"Your business is doing literally phenomenal," her eyebrows raised in an asshole like way, "and I'm pretty sure the exposure from y'all's little fling had maybe a little bit to do with that." My face scrunched at her comment even though she wasn't wrong, "I'm just saying. You can't use getting your bag as an excuse when in all actuality, he helped it."

"So I'm supposed to ignore him fucking with other bitches because he put some money in my account? When did we start being those type of bitches cuzzo," I rolled my eyes as I sat in a bar stool as well.

She nudged my shoulder, "You know that's not what I'm saying. It was fun seeing you actually excited about someone and someone being excited about you. I'd never want you to be mistreated."

I shrugged. There was nothing I could see myself doing at that moment about the situation because I just wasn't ready to take that risk. I wasn't ready to be hurt by someone else.

The entire night consisted of me tossing and turning because I couldn't figure out what I should do. My heart wanted to still talk to him everyday, but my brain told me I was safer being cautious. I just didn't know.

Business was good. That was the main thing my focus had been on. Not only had I been ignoring the growing being inside of me, but Trenay had been getting the same treatment.

My office was completely together now which made me feel like I could check a big thing off of my mental to-do list. I was now preparing for a pop up shop at a well known spot in town. There would be multiple black-owned businesses there with their own products. Naomi was with me, helping set up and I was grateful. Though it was still somewhat early on and I did not show obvious signs of my pregnancy, the fatigue was a symptom I was unfortunately becoming familiar with.