Free Nobody's Girl by Keisha Ervin Page A

calmed down. “I farted.” She instantly started laughing again. “I farted in his face.”
    â€œOh, my god.” Farrah’s eyes grew to the size of saucers.
    â€œWhat did he do?” Camden asked.
    â€œHe just stopped and looked at me like, really, bitch .” London tuned up her face. “I was so embarrassed.”
    â€œI know you were,” Farrah said. “Did y’all finish having sex?”
    â€œHell yeah, his ass wasn’t about to pass up this good pussy,” London replied.
    â€œWow.” Camden crossed her legs.
    â€œI will never look at the Grammy-award–winning, People ’s sexiest man alive, Teddy, the same again,” Farrah said.
    â€œMe either,” Camden agreed.
    â€œAww, bitch let’s not forget about the time you told us Mills’s pissy ass pissed on his self in the car while y’all were house-hunting and still went in to view the house.” London put Farrah on blast.
    â€œTouché.” Farrah winked.
    â€œSpeaking of Mills . . .” London played with her straw. “What’s going on with the paternity test?”
    â€œDon’t ask me,” Farrah rolled her eyes. “Last I heard Jade hadn’t went in to take the test.”
    â€œWell, there you go.” London waved her hand dismissively. “That obviously proves that the bitch is lying. She just did it to start shit between you two and it worked. She just mad ’cause y’all were getting married.”
    â€œI guess,” Farrah said, shrugging. “I don’t even know. I just want the shit to be over with so I can know either way.”
    â€œWhat if it is his?” Camden chimed in. “What then?”
    Farrah sat and thought about it. She’d threatened Mills a thousand times that if the baby was his, she’d pack up her bags in less than two seconds. But secretly, in the deepest corner of her heart, she wasn’t really sure if she would actually leave. To not have Mills be hers anymore would be worse than serving up stepmother realness to his baby. He was her husband and she honestly couldn’t fathom life without him. But she couldn’t tell her friends that. She had to continue to play the role of being strong and secure in her values. Showing weakness wasn’t an option.
    â€œI will leave his ass,” she stated firmly. “Ain’t nobody got time for that.”
    â€œBut you just got married!” Camden stated.
    â€œAnd? A ring don’t mean a thing.”
    â€œThen what was the point of y’all getting’ married?” Camden quizzed.
    Faced with an impossible question to answer, Farrah sat speechless. Then a real answer slipped through her lips before she had the chance to stop herself.
    â€œâ€™Cause I didn’t wanna be thirty years old and alone.” Farrah stared out into space. “And loving him is better than losing him.”
    For a while the ladies sat quiet, each engrossed in their own thoughts of love and loss.
    â€œWell, thanks for killin’ my vibe,” London joked.
    â€œReal talk,” Camden laughed. “You ain’t have to get all Iyanla Vanzant on us.”
    â€œI don’t wanna talk about it anymore,” Farrah sighed. “I just wanna drink, laugh, and dance.”
    â€œAmen!” London lifted her drink in the air for a toast. “Round two is on me,” she announced as they all clinked glasses.
    After their fourth drink, all three girls were beyond buzzed and kicking it. Justin Timberlake’s smooth hit “Suit & Tie” was bangin’ and Farrah was grooving to the beat. She was having so much fun that she didn’t even notice that she was being watched from across the room. West Coast Compton rapper J.R. and his entourage of fellow rappers and goons were in the building. He was there for his show’s after party.
    He and his crew were posted up in the corner of the room with bottles of Ace of