My Slime

06. B*tch You Thought

By the time Friday rolled around, Gigi was feeling a mix of nerves and frustration. She hadn't heard much from Chris since the weekend—just a couple of texts and quick calls.

The interior designer will be by Friday to see what she can do.

That was all Chris had said the day before. No details. No response after she texted back "thank you". Nothing. Gigi tried not to let it bother her, but Shanae could see through her.

"You still ain't heard from him, huh?" Shanae asked, side-eyeing Gigi as she scrolled through her phone.

Gigi shook her head, forcing a smile. "Nah, but it's whatever. He said the designer's coming today, so I guess we'll get some furniture soon."

Shanae raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, well, this designer better be worth all the waiting. I'm tired of sleeping on air."

Gigi laughed, but the tension in the air was thick. She was trying not to get her hopes up, but she needed this place to feel like home. If nothing else, having furniture would be a start.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Gigi perked up. "That must be her."

She walked over and opened the door, but the second she saw who was standing there, her stomach dropped.

Rosa?

Dressed head-to-toe in Chanel, with her sleek ponytail and that familiar smug look on her face, the same girl who had hung all over Chris back when Gigi first met him was now standing in her doorway.

"Hey," Rosa said, her tone sugary sweet, but her eyes already sizing up the place. "I'm guessing you weren't expecting me, huh?"

Gigi's heart pounded as she forced a tight smile. "Yeah... somethin' like that."

Shanae, who had been leaning against the counter, immediately stiffened when she saw Rosa. "Hold up. This the interior designer?"

Rosa stepped inside without being invited, glancing around at the bare walls and empty space. "Yep, that's me. Chris thought you girls could use a little help," she said, her eyes landing on the air mattresses in the corner. "I mean, clearly you do."

Gigi could already feel her blood pressure rising, but before she could say anything, Rosa made her way into the living room, her heels clicking against the floor as she looked around. "Wow, Chris really brought you out here with nothing, huh? You'd think he'd at least get you some decent furniture beforehand... Or at least a furnished condo."'

Shanae shot up from where she was standing, her eyes blazing. "Girl, don't start with the shit. You here to design or run your mouth?"

Rosa turned slowly, her smile cold. "Relax, I'm just making conversation. However. I do know... Chris likes to throw money at things when he starts to lose interest. But at least you'll get some nice furniture out of—whatever y'all are." She winked at Gigi.

Gigi clenched her fists at her sides, trying to keep her cool. "Rosa, we don't need you makin' comments about our personal life. Just do your job, alright?"

Rosa's eyes flicked over to Gigi, and she shrugged, still walking around like she owned the place. "I'm just saying, it's typical Chris. First, it's all fun and excitement, then when he can't give you the time you so desperately want, he sends someone like me to smooth it over. Believe me, I've seen it all before. Just make sure you're getting your worth... While you can."

Gigi's jaw tightened, but before she could say anything, Shanae stepped in, her voice sharp. "Bitch, you got one more time to open that slick-ass mouth of yours. One. More. Time. You here to help us with furniture, not give relationship advice."