“Rika, I'm pretty sure this is going to work. I won't know for sure till I take a pregnancy test, though.”

“What?" Erica was confused.

After a while, Chantel replied, "Gifford and I did the no-pants dance.

Twice. I think that should do it." Chantel was satisfied. As long as she got pregnant, nothing else mattered.

She didn't want to piss Gifford off. If he thought she was biting the hand that fed her, he would start to hate her.

‘Oh, now I know what's going on. I didn't think Matthew would be on board with this, but he's okay with it. He even handled it so discreetly I never would have known.

We made a deal—he could sleep with me every night for a week. But why is he giving me the cold shoulder? This is his chance, ‘ she wondered.

To be honest, she wanted to make love to him too.

After sending Chantel the cheering emoji, Erica put away her phone and swallowed the last bite of sausage. Then she talked to the man beside her.

"Matthew isn't even talking to me now. Tell me the truth, Hyatt; you think he dumped me?" ‘Am I going to be his ex-girlfriend? No, ex-wife!

Dammit! I don't want to lose the guy who loves me!"

Hyatt was confused.

"Now hold on. Didn't you say Matthew was a great guy and you wanted to be his wife forever?"

"Yeah, but that seems like a Long time ago." Erica started to wonder if

Matthew was tired of her after he got what he wanted-sex—and was ready to kick her to the curb.

“Know what I think? I think you're just being a drama queen. He really loves you," Hyatt reassured her. He took another sip of "U Loveit." He did love it, too. For a moment, he felt like the happiest man on earth.

“Enough about me. You still chatting with that gal on the Internet?"

Erica asked. She suddenly remembered Hyatt told her that he spent a Lot of time talking to a schoolmate of theirs online. She was curious how that was going, and it might help take her mind off Matthew.

Hyatt's expression turned gloomy, and the milk tea he was drinking wasn't as sweet as it usually was.

"I think she has a thing for another guy, but I'm not sure." She usually steered the conversation away from things like that. But she didn't have feelings for him, he knew that for certain.

“Why do you say that? Are you guys still talking to each other?"

“Yeah. She borrowed two thousand dollars from me.”

Erica stood there, gobsmacked for a moment.

"Wait a minute. She borrowed money from you? How well do you know this girl? That's a whole lot of money!"

Holding the cup of milk tea in one hand, Hyatt scratched the back of his head with embarrassment.