My Best Friend's Father
Ring, ring, ring.
I grab my phone, thinking it’s her calling back, but when I see the name, it’s William. I frown and pick up.
“What?”
“Is that how you greet your best friend? I’m hurt.”
“Best friend? How many best friends do you know who try to sleep with their friend’s woman?”
“Quite a few.”
“Goodbye.” He laughs.
“Chill, I’ve moved on from Brandi.”
“Then why are you calling her about your new spot?”