Royal climbed into the back of the SUV with Bram and Keshaun and tried to shake the uneasy feeling he had.
Famke had not come downstairs when they were leaving, and he didn’t get to say goodbye to her before he left. Jubilee had been braiding Precious’ hair and from the look Jubi shot him, he had a feeling he was in s**t with her too.
“You f****d up,” Keshaun called him out the minute the car started rolling. “I’m glad you’re dropping me off at the hotel because I think I’d rather face my angry wife than what your torture from Famke will be when you go back.”
“She’s mean when she’s angry,” Bram goaded. “I mean this is the woman who quit her job she’d been working at for four years because the boss tried to cut her hours. He even offered her hours back with a raise and she still walked.
