Rich P.O.V.

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Rich POV

I called him back as soon as I left the room and saw Kat finally nod off. Good. No interruptions. I knew it was him; I set that ringtone for a specific purpose. I was gonna have to tell Kat eventually, but I never got the chance to. He picked up on the first ring.

"D-Velt want us sellin' today, bruh. We 2 months behind, man." He said.

"Fuck D-Velt. Shit, fuck you too, punk ass nigga. When I see yo ass on the streets, you already know what up, bruh. Don't come near me or near my girl again." I said back.

"Whatever. You just mad cuz she was enjoying it. Mrs. Katalinah Sanders sounds so good on my baby." He said smugly.

"Nigga, try it. Try it! I'm done feedin' into yo shit. We ain't even partners no more!" I said coolly.

"Don't hate the player, hate the game." He replied.

"Nigga, the game was finished when I beat yo' ass up in the bathroom at that club. The old Kat would've fell for you, I'll admit that. But this is the new Kat, who is engaged and has a fiancée." I said smugly.

"Yeah, just what she dreamed of. A drug dealing husband and premature baby." He chuckled.

"Well, when she want the D 2x a day, everyday, these things can happen." I replied smugly. I heard him blow in a huffy breath and smiled. Yeah nigga. That's me right there.

"Yo, beefin or not, you and I was dealin before she popped in the picture. You gonna need the money." He said

"Coming from the guy that had two kids with the side ho!" I guffawed.

"And coming from the nigga that knew? I will come up there so fast..." he warned.

"No need. Go buy me a crib and car seat. And be ready tomorrow."

Click.

How am I gonna tell Kat? She hates drugs! I just have to find the perfect time...

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