Page 80 of Sweetest Temptation
I shook my head again, mumbling a quick grace before diving into my taco. The first bite hit just right. It was crispy and a little spicy, exactly how I liked it.
I looked over at Nyala, who was still talking a mile a minute about baby names and nursery themes. I couldn’t help but smile. Her excitement was contagious, even if I tried to play it cool. Deep down, it felt good being surrounded by people who were genuinely happy for me.
I was coming up on my eighth week of pregnancy, and so far, the only symptoms I had were craving spicy foods, hormonal mood swings, and my sex drive being through the roof. If I wasn’t eating, I was hopping on Samir’s dick. He wasn’t complaining one bit. I would roll over during the middle of the night, horny as hell, and would deep throat him before sliding down his pole.
“So, did you and Samir’s sister talk?” Nyala asked, breaking me from my nasty thoughts.
“Yeah, we did, actually. I have no ill will against her. We both are victims of Jerome’s lies.” I shrugged, wiping my hands on a napkin. “It wasn’t her fault. She didn’t know what was really going on.”
Nyala raised a brow, leaning forward. “Mmm, look at you, being all grown and healed. Old you would’ve been ready to throw hands.”
I laughed. “You’re not wrong. But honestly… It felt good to finally clear the air. We were both wanting a nigga that didn’t want to be kept. Even with me being the wife and her the babymama, we both were being fed lies. Besides, I’ve carried enough drama for a lifetime. I’m over it.”
She nodded, smirking. “I feel you. I’m just glad everything worked out. I’m so happy for you, friend. You might as well write a self-help book next.”
“Girl, please,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I’m just trying to make it through the next trimester without crying.”
Nyala burst out laughing so hard, people at the next table turned to look. “You are so dramatic, friend! What the hell you be crying about?”
“I’m hormonal!” I shot back, laughing too. “It’s not my fault everything hits differently when you’re growing a whole human.”
She grinned, shaking her head. “Samir better be spoiling you, ’cause if not, I will kick his ass.”
“Oh, trust me… He’s been on it,” I said with a soft smile. “Almost too much sometimes. I think he’s more scared of me being pregnant than I am.”
Before Nyala could respond, my phone started buzzing on the table. Samir’s name lit up the screen.
“Speak of the devil.” Nyala teased as she popped a fry into her mouth. “Answer it before Daddy-to-be has a meltdown.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t hide the smile creeping up on my face. “Hey, babe,” I said, picking up the call.
“Hey, beautiful. Have you eaten yet?” His voice came through so husky and sexy.
“Yeah, just now. Nyala and I are at Melville Galleria Mall doing some shopping.”
I heard him chuckle. “You sound tired. You okay?”
“I’m good.” I smiled. “My feet hurt, but my stomach is full.”
“That’s my baby. I’ll rub your feet and eat that pussy when you get home.”
Nyala snapped her fingers dramatically, proving she’d heard his promises, and I threw a napkin at her, trying not to laugh.
“I’ll hold you to that, Mr. Carter.”
“You better…” he replied, voice sounding like sex. “I’ll see you soon, all right?”
“Okay, babe.”
“I love you.”
“I love you more,” I said, smiling. I hung up and set my phone down, only for Nyala to grin at me like she’d just won the lottery.
“See? That’s that good love right there. Got you smiling like a teenager again.”
“Whatever,” I said, trying to play it off, but she wasn’t wrong. My cheeks were warm, and that little flutter in my chest was impossible to hide.
After spending another hour talking and enjoying our food, Nyala and I headed out of the mall. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the parking lot. Just as I reached for my key fob in my purse, I heard a familiar voice call out my name. I turned to see Jerome, striding towards me with a determined look on his face.
