Before Sabrina could form another excuse, the front door swung open.
And just like that, the mess walked in.
Rico Lane was a tall, flashy local DJ with too much confidence and a mouth that loved trouble.
He wore designer shades indoors, a gold chain over a plain white tee, and the grin of a man who enjoyed chaos.
He looked around the room and smirked.
“Oh,” he said. “So this where my baby mama been staying?”
Silence.
Heavy silence.
Then Ivonne gasped so hard it sounded painful.
Terrence turned slowly toward Sabrina, his face draining of color.
“What did he just say?”
Sabrina’s mouth opened, closed, opened again.
“It’s not what it looks like.”
Rico laughed loudly.
“Then what it look like?” he said. “Because you been dodging my calls for days.”
Terrence lunged forward.
“You playing with me?” he shouted.
Darnell grabbed him before things got worse.
Sabrina started yelling. Rico started yelling louder. Kesha backed into the corner, half shocked, half thrilled.
And Ivonne kept shouting one sentence over and over.
“Not in my house! Not in my house!”
