Page 10 of Dream Cum True
Five
Karla
“How was your honeymoon?” I asked Mona as soon as she entered my small two-bedroom home.
“Can I get comfortable first?”
“No! Spill it!” Lariah shouted from the couch.
It had been a little over two weeks since Mona married the love of her life. They were in Punta Cana for ten days, including the days we were there before the wedding. She’d been back a few days, and this was the first time we’d been able to get together.
“Why are y’all acting thirsty?” Mona questioned.
“We ain’t acting thirsty. We just wanna know all the nasty details about your honeymoon,” I told her.
“You know I’m not about to tell y’all all the gritty details. That’s between me andmyhusband. Oh my God. Doesn’t that sound good? I never thought I’d be so happy to say those words again.”
“It sounds beautiful, friend. You’re glowing, and we know it's because of Clinton. I’m so happy for you,” I said.
“Me too. You deserve it after what the asshole put you through,” Lariah agreed.
“Thank you. The honeymoon was amazing though. We relaxed, did some excursions, and had plenty of orgasms in between. I missed my babies after they left with my mother though.”
“It was the first time you’d been away from them that long, and they’re still very much babies. As they get older, you’ll welcome the time apart,” Lariah said.
“I’m sure I will. You should have seen how excited they were to see us. It was adorable. Now that you’re all caught up, I got some tea.”
My eyes widened in surprise because Mona was definitely not the gossipy type.
“Tea?” Lariah questioned. “You’ve only been back home for a hot minute, and I’m sure you’ve been engrossed in your family. How did you find time to get some tea?”
“Well, I got this tea in the D.R.”
Her eyes were on me, and her lips were turned up in a sly smile. I wondered if the tea was about me, and if so, what could it be?
“We’re listening, friend. What’s the tea?” Lariah pressed.
“A few days after the wedding, me and Clinton were at breakfast. This fine ass man approached our table asking questions.”
I shifted in my seat. “Umm, who was the guy?” I asked nervously.
“I think you know exactly who the guy was.” She pursed her lips and folded her arms across her chest.
“How would I know?”
I’d resorted to playing dumb. She wouldn’t get any information from me until she gave me more information.
“Why do I feel like I’m missing something?” Lariah asked.
“Apparently, we both missed something. Our bestie here befriended a fine gentleman on her last night in Punta Cana and ghosted him the next morning. She didn’t leave her number or anything for the poor man to contact her.”
I looked everywhere but into the faces of my friends. For some reason, I was embarrassed.
“Karla, you’re keeping secrets now?” Lariah questioned.
I shrugged. “It didn’t come up.”
“What do you mean it didn’t come up? You got some foreign dick and didn’t tell us?”
