Page 18 of Mistaken Identity
“Can’t say that I’ve had the pleasure of meeting her, man.” Cakes grinned. “I definitely would’ve remembered that hair.”
And what went unsaid was her ample ass and tits.
Those were a few things that Creole had been known for.
Tits, hair, and ass.
I remember Laney droning on and on about how perfect Creole’s body was, meanwhile she had to put in six hours at the gym a week to have a flat tummy.
“Cakes, this is Creole Williams. She was Laney’s best friend,” I said softly. “Creole, this is Cakes.”
Cakes offered her his hand, but Creole winced and stepped away. “Nice to meet you, Cakes.”
“Don’t take offense,” I said softly as we both watched her move away. “She doesn’t allow touch from anyone.”
“What happened to her?”
What hadn’t?
“Something happened when we were teens. I’m not sure what, but one day I woke up and she was just different. Hated my guts. Laney tried and tried, but she could never figure out what happened,” I murmured. “She got pregnant sometime in our senior year, had her kid, and moved in with her sister so she could help with her son. Though, her son died from leukemia. Then her mom followed six months later.”
Cakes cursed under his breath. “What a life.”
Agreed.
Six
Don’t be mad that I tipped that server a dollar. Do you know that a stripper will show me her butthole for that?
—Overheard conversations
CREOLE
I wasn’t just freaking out.
I was about to crawl right out of my skin.
I’d never thought I’d come into close contact with the man, but here I was, staring at him while he sat next to the man that knew every trick to get under my skin.
Jesus.
In that moment, I hated Laney for what she’d done.
Out of all the people she could’ve slept with and gotten pregnant with, why did she have to choose a man from her husband’s own club?
She’d done it on purpose, too.
She’d told me that she was going to get pregnant.
She just hadn’t told me who she was getting pregnant by.
It was about three months into her pregnancy that Laney had admitted she’d slept with one of Audric’s club brothers when he was drunk off his ass.
I’d asked her what the hell she’d been thinking, and she said that she was sex-starved and hadn’t been thinking.
I wasn’t sure that was the truth.
I knew that Laney had her own dalliances.
