CHAPTER 20 DOLPH's POV

“Who’s the beauty that she brought over?” Michael asked ecstatically, as we watched Tamika and her friend have their chat in the living room. “I still can’t believe this is the real Tamika Fisher right here in your living room.”

I let his words breeze past me as I tried to bottle up the rage that was boiling up within me from Tamika’s defiance. Why would she bring someone over without saying a word to me? It seemed like she was already getting too comfortable. Perhaps it was the phone I had returned to her.

“Why don’t we head over there and join them in the drinks?”

“No…” I was almost unaware of how loud my voice had been when I let that out. Instantly, all eyes were on me, choking me with hot embarrassment. “I meant… no way, Michael.” The cover-up was even more shameful.

“Are you all right?” Michael asked as he took a sip of his glass of cocktail. “You seem a bit tensed.”

“Tensed? No, I’m not…” I said in subtle denial, as I tried calming myself with some cocktail. It was hard gettin