Honey Brown II

Chapter 11

RACHEAL

What. The. Fuck?

This was not supposed to happen.

I came by that bitch's house last night to see how she was getting along without a car, and what do I find? Kenny's car, sitting out front.

I know I saw her leave the courthouse with one of her employees. So, what the hell was Kenny doing here? Especially since I know those pictures that I sent did their job.

And now, they walk out of her house together, all happy and shit. Early enough for me to conclude that Kenny spent the night.

No.

There was no way I was going to let her sink her claws back into my woman. I had to step my game up.

She had no idea who she was fucking with...

OLIVIA

"What'd you say?" I asked as Kenny climbed into the driver's seat. She looked as if she saw something unpleasant.

"I thought I saw something. Someone possibly. I'm not sure," she replied.

"Someone that you're not too fond of?" I inquired.

"I don't know. But if it's who I think it was, then there's a problem," Kenny mumbled. That statement didn't sit well with me, but I chose to let it go. When she was ready to talk about it, she would let me know.

The rest of the car ride was filled with a tense silence. Kenny was clearly lost in her thoughts, and it didn't help ease my growing anxiety. What could have possibly changed her mood so quickly?

She dropped me off at work and barely looked in my direction as she drove away. I could feel a knot forming in the pit of my stomach. The rest of the day was a clumsy blur. I lost count of how many times I dropped or spilled something.

I had gone all day without hearing from Kenny, and closing time was no different. I sent her a few messages, but received no reply. By 6:30 p.m., I gave up trying to reach her and called a cab. The rest of the evening seemed to drag, the knot in my stomach growing larger as the hours passed. Sleeping was going to be impossible.

I tossed and turned all night, frequently checking my phone, only to find no new notifications. When my alarm clock alerted me that it was time to get ready for work, I had accepted the fact that I wasn't going to hear from Kenny anytime soon.

I couldn't shake my attitude, and was more than grateful for the end of the work day. I stayed behind, as usual, and missed Tanya's attention to detail. I may not have felt comfortable enough to share my problems, but knowing that someone cared enough to ask is somewhat of a mood booster. I locked up the cake shop and was about to call another cab, when I heard a familiar voice.

"Butterball? Is that you?"

I immediately felt bile rise to the back of my throat. I fought to swallow it down, refusing to turn around. My eyes slammed shut. No. It can't be.

Then, the voice came again.

"I know it's you, Liv. You gonna say hi, or keep ignoring me?"

Shit.

I took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves. Slowly, I turned, coming face to face with Daniel.

He wrapped his arms around me, embracing me as if we were two old friends who were overjoyed to see each other. I felt the bile rise once more.