Talk To Me | •Slow Down Sequel•

Chapter 12- Games...

Ayona

Every since that stunt Porsha had pulled, I'd been ignoring her texts and calls. If she thought I was going to let her off that easy, she must've been dropped on her head at a young age.

I hit decline when her name popped up on my screen, rolling my eyes.

I'd done my best trying to hide my pregnancy going to work, but eventually, Gregg had noticed. Suffice it to say, it'd been a nuisance, convincing him to let me continue working. Lord knew I would've gone insane sitting on my ass up until I gave birth.

His only condition, being that I take it easy and allow one of my co-workers to take on the heavy loads and do all the traveling.

So here I was at work, sitting at my desk; updating files. I'd been in my own little world, everything tuned out except the incessant sound of my manicured nails hitting the keys on the keypad.

That was, until my phone started vibrating, again. Without missing a beat, I continued my rhythm on the keypad as my eyes left the screen briefly to check my phone. Damn, I guess niggas can't take a hint.

I groaned picking my phone and declining the call again. This time I shot her a quick text, just so she would stop calling.

Me: I'm working.

After I hit "send", my phone started ringing again. It was her. "So, she blind now," I murmured under my breath. Getting up, I headed towards the bathroom— for some privacy.

"What?!"

"I know you mad at m-"

"Oh, you think?" I asked. "You must be going blind now, cause I could've sworn I sent you a message... I'm working."

"I know, I know. I just wanna explain why I set yall up. Please?"

"Ya, well today's a busy—"

"I'm at that coffee shop by ya job, can we talk please?" she sounded exhausted. I'd opened my mouth to decline, but she'd interrupted— as usual.

"I know you barely take lunch breaks but please Ayona? Just thirty minute-"

What choice did I have? Wasn't like I was going to ignore her for the rest of my life.

"Fine, I'll be there in ten minutes."

"You're barely five minutes away..."

I rolled my eyes, "Ok smartass, but I'm heavy and pregnant it's gone take me ten minutes to get there."

"...Oh." I hung up, Why she have to be so annoying?

Porsha: Get you a drink, I'll be in the back...

***

"Hey, can I get a small pink lemonade, extra ice?" The Barista nodded her head, "Will that be all?"

"Yes, thank you."

I paid before I started to make my way to the back, but I couldn't see Porsha anywhere in sight. Pulling my phone out, I dialed her number. No answer. What the fuck? My phone vibrated in my hand.

Porsha: Taking a call, all the way in the back. Too noisy up front.

I shrugged, sounded like her bougie ass, so I continued towards the back. I'd gone all the way until I was in the section with the comfortable couch/ sofas.

Still, though, no one I'd recognized as Porsha. I scrunched my face in confusion. I was turned around.

I had no idea what game Porsha was playing, but she had me fucked up.

"Ayona?"

I turned back around; surprise, annoyance, and finally understanding dripped upon me. I'm gonna kill that bitch when I see her.