If I thought the kid was bad news, this Mani chick is worse. The way Dinah is looking at her, I don't like it.
At least my boobs are bigger; thanks to plastic surgery. If I didn't have breast implants, though, she would have bigger boobs than me.
I can't help but look her over, checking out every inch of her body. And I don't like it. She's way too perfect.
"Give me a second." Dinah says to me, in a more hard tone than she was using with this Mani and Chris , as Mani grabs a bag from the kitchen.
Not moving from my position, I watch as Dinah walks Mani and the kid to the elevator.
"Don't forget about Saturday." Dinah says to Mani.
My blood boils when I see her place her hand on the small of her back.
"I'll remember." She assures her.
"I'll pick you both up at 9 o'clock."
"We'll be ready."
"Bye, mama!" The little boy squeals, leaning over and giving Dinah a hug while his mother holds him.
Thankfully the elevator arrives and they leave.
Whatever they're planning on Saturday, I plan to be a part of it. No way will I ever allow Dinah and this little home-wrecker to be alone with each other, not with how she looks and how she looks at her. And they have a fucking kid together?! Fuck!
"Start explaining." I say as soon as they're gone.
"What's there to say," She says as she walks right passed me. "I have a son."
