"When are you not an ass?" Ayesha asked. Qadira stamped away from the door banging into Dwayne. He caught her from falling down. Khalilah and Ayesha flashed them evil eyes.
"Just emptying the trash," Dwayne said squeezing her before letting her go. " The jerseys will be dried in an hour. Then we can get a game going."
"Fine with me," Qadira said, brushing her hand against his chin. "I'm taking them to the kitchen." She switched her hips leading the females. Letting them envy her.
"You two got something going on," asked Khalilah. Ayesha followed close behind her.
"Nope," Qadira said waving her hand over her figure. "I want the baby daddy to help me if I have to give up all this beauty."
Dwayne smiled as he cut between Qadira and Khalilah. He carried garbage sacks over his arms. He pulled the trash bag in the kitchen and replaced it with a new bag.
"I've a baby daddy," Ayesha said. "When he leaves his wife we're going to move into together."
"How long they been married?" Qadira asked retrieving the catering platter from the refrigerator.
"About 40 years and he's tired of her and his daughter."
"Those kind never leave their wives," Qadira paused. "He used you to make him feel young. My parents have been married 38 years and he does the same."
Khalilah flipped through the sandwiches on the tray. "I told you she knows things."
"Why you say that about me?" Qadira asked. "You're still sleeping with Valerian and he has done nothing for you."
"I'm getting plenty in return," Khalilah said, stuffing her pockets with sandwiches.
She comes here for food, Qadira thought. Valerian didn't give Khalilah pillow to lay her head on in peace or money to buy food.
"All you worried about what you get out of it," Ayesha said. "You are so-"
"Go wait in the gym," Khalilah said. Ayesha stammered out the room.
Khalilah pulled out a chair from the wooden dinette set. After plopping down in the chair, she motioned for Qadira to come near her. Qadira took two lunch bags from the cabinet over the stove.
"Put the sandwiches in these bags," said Qadira, taking the chair next to her. She looked around the room and stared at the hallway for two seconds when Khalilah gripped her arm.
"If we give Valerian a threesome,” Khalilah paused. “He'll allow you to run the books in our future operation in Southfield."
"I'm not giving up nothing to work under somebody," Qadira said pushing her chair back. "I want my operation."
"Girl you can't be bigger than me."
"Yes, I can; I'm patience."
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