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in Atlanta and mixed and mingled with the Georgia elite, and built a stone wall of connections and friends that could get you anything, anywhere, and anytime. She was something like the it-girl in Atlanta, and the Real Housewives didn’t have shit on her! If people thought Sasha was bad with her self-adoration and extra dose of confidence, then they wouldn’t want to meet Jayde. She was a bad bitch.
    “ Hello ladies,” Mike greeted them cheerily, entering the room and holding Aubrey, just as Jayde had finished dissing him.
    “ Hey babe,” Sasha responded holding up two sweaters and trying to decide which one to bring. She threw both onto the bed and then she walked over to Aubrey.
    “ Hey mommy’s girl, hey baby girl,” she cooed at Aubrey, who giggled.
    “ Hi Mommy,” she replied adorably.
    “ I said hello, Jayde,” Mike restated.
    “ Hello Mike,” Jayde said sarcastically with extra joy. She then smiled at Aubrey and reached out her arms. “Hey mama, hey girl… Come to Auntie Jayde.”
    As Mike handed off Aubrey he looked down at Sasha’s bag and got a lump in his throat and his stomach twisted in worry.
    “ Going somewhere, babe?”
    Sasha played it cool making her way back to the closet.
    “ Oh, yea… Tatum asked me to come up and visit her this weekend, being that we won’t see each other on Christmas. So I’m gonna go up there.”
    Jayde shook her head from side to side as she sat Aubrey on her lap facing her. She didn’t understand what the big deal was, and why Sasha felt the need to lie about visiting Chauncey; lying to Mike, to Tatum, to Jayde, and to herself.
    Mike hated her going there but he knew there was nothing he could do. He knew she was going to visit Chauncey and he tried to be okay with it, but he wasn’t. Every time she would go he would call her constantly and when she returned, he would drill her for weeks about what she did.
    “ That’s all, you just going to see Tatum? You not going to the jail?” He put it out there.
    Sasha knew she could just fess up, but she didn’t.
    “ No. Unh-unh, I just went not too long ago, remember?”
    “ Yeah, I know. That’s what I was going to say,” Mike answered, matter of factly. “So, how long you’re going for?”
    Sasha sighed. Here goes the interview.
    “Um, just the weekend.”
    She went to her shoeboxes and retrieved a couple of pairs of stiletto-heeled boots.
    Mike studied his beautiful wife in her cut off shorts and wife beater tank top. She was gorgeous with a body of a goddess, and he was very possessive now that he had finally gotten her. He had waited for years for Chauncey to mess up, while he played the friend role, and he did not want him to ever get another chance of winning her back.
    “ Oh, okay. Well, I’m not working this weekend. I can come with you,” he suggested, making his way closer to her.
    Sasha turned and looked at him.
    “ Babe, you’re a doctor. You’re always on call. You can’t just leave for a whole weekend.”
    She dismissed his notion before he could get any further with it.
    Mike felt as if he was getting the brush off and he didn’t like it.
    “ Well, babe, I have vacation days…I can put them in and then I won’t be on call.”
    Jayde rolled her eyes and continued playing peek-a-boo with Aubrey as Sasha tried to zip her bag closed.
    “ Yeah…well…it’s kinda gonna be a girls’ weekend. We’ll be doing things for just the girls. Can you hold this while I zip?”
    She wanted to change the subject, he was so clingy.
    Mike struggled to hold the bag closed and pressed on.
    “ What kind of things for the girls…and maybe if you didn’t pack… so many clothes… it would close more easily.”
    Jayde had heard enough. She grabbed Aubrey’s hands and whispered to her loud enough for everyone to hear.
    “ Maybe if Uncle Mikey didn’t pester mommy so much… and didn’t have his head so far up mommy’s ass, then maybe mommy wouldn’t need a girls’ weekend, right? Right