I couldn’t go inside and talk to him. Every word would be caught on camera, and I just wanted this moment of privacy before I went upstairs and got ready to film.
“Does it have to do with Presley Jordan? Because I was texting you all night, and your MIAness has made me CRAYness.”
“You know those pics are fake, and that alert couldn’t have been further from the truth.”
“I figured. Homegirl does not have the right skin tone for pink—no offense. Besides, I know you’re not moving on that fast from Daddy Dominick.”
I laughed, walking on the curb that framed the side of the building, balancing on it like it was a beam. “There’s no moving on. We’re together.”
“Whaaa? Damn, I’m happy that man finally came to his senses. He was about to earn himself a slap for being so ridiculously stupid. Whe
