Bet that bitch don’t have a Lexus convertible. Picking up the flowers I’d bought my gurl, I entered the bar, scanned the area. Chanel was seated in the first booth to my left. I reached for her hand. Gracefully, she stood.
“Damn, C. You’re supa sexy today. You did all this for me?” If I had a real dick, it would be hard as shit right now.
My gurl stayed fresh. I wouldn’t have any other type of piece in my collection. The time I invested in maintaining a head-turning appearance would never be wasted being seen with a guy that didn’t keep his shit trimmed or a woman that looked like she’d showered, dressed, and forgot to comb her damn hair.
Swinging her long, straight, blazin’ red hair over her shoulder, Chanel placed her hands on her hips, tilted her head sideways. The sexiest smile spread across her sweet, brown, full lips. “I’d do anything for you,” she said, eyeing the bouquet in my hand.
“Yes, these are for you,” I said, giving her a dozen peach roses. Gently, I swept her hair from behind her back, over her right shoulder. “Hold that pose.” I took several pictures of her with my phone. Needed to update my collection of nude photos of Chanel and James.
The light blue dress she wore clung to her bodacious booty. I admired her naturally tiny waist, full cantaloupe-size breasts. The enhancements lots of females paid for in Atlanta, God had blessed my gurl with. If Chanel had more confidence than beauty and talent, she could have any woman or man she wanted.
Leaning over I placed the flowers on the end of the table. When I hugged my gurl I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. Neither was I. Her nipples touched against mine, that shit ignited a sexual spark between my legs. I inhaled her perfume. Locked in her scent for three seconds, opened my mouth, then exhaled softly in her ear. We could sneak away to one of the private stalls in the women’s restroom for a quickie. I could French kiss her while playing with her clit until she came on my finger.
Not today. I pressed my gold gloss to her light blue lip stain, then said, “Scoot in, baby. I want to sit next to you.”
“You always have it together. I wish I were more like you,” Chanel said.
No you don’t. I nodded and smiled. “I love the shine. My gold gloss makes your blue stain pop.”
She rubbed her lips together. “I love your rainbow.”
My white mini halter dress had a colorful rainbow that started at the hem on the left side. It curved up and over my butt cheek, then stopped at the top between the split of my ass where there was a small glittering pot of gold C-notes. Pocket change would never give anyone access to this. Bands? Rolls of money. Yes.
The waitress filled two glasses with water, then sat the carafe in the middle of the table. I ordered two mai tais, the spinach dip, the off-the-menu chicken fingers with fries, and a vegetable plate for us. The way James ordered food, planned vacations, bought me a car and nice gifts, and the way he took charge outside the bedroom excited me. I wasn’t giving up James for Chanel. I enjoyed being dominant with females but I didn’t want to lead all the time.
“This is nice of you,” Chanel said.
Damn, she was fine. I told her, “You’re right. It is. And I’m going to start treating you better.” Just because Chanel settled for my bull didn’t mean I had to treat her like shit.
She’d think my spoiling but not sexing her today was quality time. Truth was I’d been fucking all morning and my pussy was sore. That was the real reason we were here. I didn’t feel like licking her pussy or making her squirt. Didn’t want her mouth on my clit for sure, not for the next twenty-four hours. And I definitely wasn’t strapping on again today. My thighs were aching.
James enjoyed anal stimulation. I’d instructed my guy on the proper way to penetrate by taking his time. I let him do me first. Then, as our relationship grew, I gained his trust by promising that I’d never tell anyone. He agreed to let me try various plugs with him. The Assifier was ideal for his first experience. After he became comfortable with the feeling realizing it didn’t hurt, I upgraded him to the skinny silicone three-inch. He enjoyed that, too.
Today I’d given him the five-inch. I was a little rough but he liked it doggie-style and missionary. His dick stayed hard the entire three hours we made love.
“What’s on your mind, Alexis? You’re here but you’re not,” Chanel said.
“I’m sorry, C. Just thinking about my mom.”
A familiar voice distracted me. I gazed over my shoulder. I couldn’t understand what he’d just said but I was almost positive that was him.
I told Chanel, “Excuse me for a second, C.”
Facing the empty booth next to ours, I picked up my cell, stood tall in my five-inch gold open-toe stilettoes. I heard him say, “Babe, don’t quit me. I know I can’t be with you as much as we’d like but don’t leave me. What do you need from me to stay?”
She answered him, “More of your time,” then she stared up at me.
That definitely appeared to be the back of his head but I had to make sure. Bypassing the second booth, walking to the third booth, I stared into his eyes, stepped back, snapped a few pictures of them, then returned to my gurl. My back was now to his. Sipping my drink, I had nothing to worry about. He wasn’t going to confront me. If she did, it would be the worst day of her life. I’d make sure of that. I did not wait for a female to strike first. The wrong look could set me off.
“Everything okay?” Chanel asked.
I told her, “It’s good,” as the waitress placed our food in front of us.
“Who’s that? Why did you take a picture?” she asked.
If he were with his wife, Chanel would’ve recognized my sister, Mercedes. But the woman Benjamin was with had obviously been his side piece for quite some time. Just like seeing the texted photos of Cleopatra in James’s phone, I had no intention of telling Mercedes anything. I’d give Benjamin that opportunity.
Chanel placed her hand underneath the table, then touched my clit.
“Damn.” I’d hissed at her unexpectedly.
She jerked her hand away. “Sorry. Is that one of your guys? Is that why you lost focus on me?”
I kissed her lips. “Don’t ruin it. Let’s keep enjoying our lunch.” Didn’t want to spend James’s money to waste time with menial convo with Chanel.
The guys at our end of the bar stared at us. Lust. I bet their imaginations had their dicks hard. Chanel tightened her mouth, narrowed her eyes, then scanned the lineup.
That was the level of insecurity I hated. It didn’t matter what those men thought. They could go home, sex their woman (or man), jack off while recalling a picture of Chanel and me kissing in their mind. I did not care! She did. Seductively eating one fry at a time, I gave Chanel all the time she wanted to give those guys an evil stare. If her attitude hadn’t adjusted by the time I was done munching, I was out.
Eventually, she asked, “So does this mean we’re going to work on exclusivity?”
“I want you to take initiative in our relationship.”
Chanel frowned, dipped a chicken finger, took a small bite. “So you’re telling me you feel I’m not taking enough initiative by paying your rent?”
“No. I’m telling you. You’re not taking any outside of paying my rent.”
“Humph,” she said, putting down her food.
“Yeah, marinate on that for a minute.”
She became quiet. Started eating the cold spinach dip. Normally, I’d send it back. Request a fresh one. Too many didn’t value their worthiness. They’d rather eat, drink, or pay for something they didn’t enjoy than to speak up. If they didn’t take it off my bill, I’d pay for it but that would be the last dime they’d get from me.
A text registered. LB had sent his sixth text of the day. I refused to acknowledge him until he called me. He only had forty-eight hours remaining for that opportunity. If he missed his window, I was blocking his number. Then it was on to the next.
Thoughts of Domino made me wet.
Stopping the waitress, I said, “Bring me the chec
k and pack everything to go.” Kissing Chanel, I asked her, “You ready?”
Her eyes shifted to the side, then back at me. “I want to finish enjoying lunch with you before we make love.”
Make love? Really? That was not happening. Sleep was on my mind. I stared at her wanting to check her panties. Don’t trip, Alexis. Chanel would never cheat. The thought of her being with another woman crept into my mind because of the photos in James’s phone.
Benjamin and the woman he was with passed us. Seeing another person I never imagined having an affair step outside their relationship made me doubt Chanel’s loyalty. The woman’s hand was on the small of Benjamin’s back. He had to feel my eyeballs on him but he didn’t glance in my direction.
Mercedes should be less concerned with Sandara’s selection of bed partners, Devereaux’s engagement to Phoenix, our mom sleeping with Spencer, my personal lifestyle, and tend to her husband. Men strayed for two reasons. One, it was in their character. Two, their needs were not fulfilled by their spouse.
“Leave it,” I said to the waitress, then told Chanel, “Today is your day. We can do whatever you want.” I meant that.
Men were different from women. When they knew they were busted, they’d go from caring to not giving a fuck in minutes. Go from trying to explain the lie away to shutting down. It was easier not to communicate than to open up. Easier to lie than to tell the truth. Everybody was searching for their own happiness at the expense of others.
“I want to have sex with you on the gondola two hundred feet in the air. Pay the bill and let’s go.”
Chanel’s decision wasn’t the best, but this might not happen again. Riding a Ferris wheel immediately after consuming food, could get messy. Her assertiveness turned me on enough to do everything she wanted.
I nodded. “Let’s do all that.”
CHAPTER 34
Alexis
Chanel shocked me yesterday. She let loose like never before! Damn!I didn’t have to do anything. She rode me. Went down on me. The body massage was fantastic but when my gurl caressed the arch of my foot, slid her tongue between my toes, then sucked my big toe like it was the head of a dick, I had a total body orgasm. I enjoyed every second. Chanel called in sick to the strip club. Stayed at my place. Danced for me. Washed my body with hers in the shower. Then she spooned me all night. Cooked me breakfast this morning and she fed me.
Chanel didn’t need my permission to be sexually uninhibited. Why was she bottling up all that Good Good with her insecurities? If Chanel cared less, I know I’d care more. She was a keeper though. I may have to get on one knee, put James’s rock on my gurl’s ring finger, tell him to buy me another five-carat, then ask him to marry us.
Standing in the doorway of my bathroom, I asked Chanel, “You almost done?”
“I am done,” she said. Turning sideways to avoid touching me, she exited the bathroom.
This was the foolishness I understood but hated dealing with. “I’ll see you tonight.”
Chanel dressed, then left. I heard her crying on her way out the door. We both knew the truth. Hot as last night was, I wasn’t going to give up James.
I felt an empty space when she closed the door without telling me bye. Soon as she’d left, to balance out the love I was feeling for her, I shifted to the new person in my rotation.
I texted LB, We’re still on?
He replied, I’m all yours.
Not hardly. Getting ready for my date with LB, all I could think about was how cool his friend Domino was. One week had passed since Fortune died. I wasn’t an insensitive person all the time but truly I was glad Fortune would never inhale again. Mom didn’t go to the funeral because there wasn’t one. Word was once the autopsy confirmed Fortune had a heart attack, Fortune’s wife cremated him immediately, then cashed in on the million-dollar life insurance policy she’d kept on him. If I married James, I was definitely getting seven figures of coverage.
I called my mom.
“Hey, honey! How are you?” she answered with a high pitch.
Okay, that was the I-just-got-some-real-good-dick sound. Not wanting to interrupt her flow, I lied, “I have to take this call. I’ll call you back.”
“All right, I love you. Bye, honey.”
Domino had stayed by my mom’s side the entire time after the incident. That proved he was special. What guy would do that for a woman he’d just met unless he really liked her or was he hiding out from that crazy bitch who cursed out my mom? If I ever met Charlotte, she had a backhand coming for calling my mother a bitch.
Regardless of our reasons, Mercedes, Devereaux, Sandara, and I appreciated Domino’s caring for our mother. Mom needed someone to be there for her. Family was cool. But the touch of a loving man, not much compared to that.
If a man ever put his hands on me, I won’t have to wait for Georgia to adopt the stand-your-ground law, I’d take his ass out. He’d be exactly like Fortune . . . one less breathing asshole.
I called LB, put him on speaker, then started brushing my teeth.
He answered, “Don’t tell me something came up?”
I laughed. “No, I’m almost ready. Look, I have a question.”
“Shoot.”
I stopped brushing, then asked, “Who’s Charlotte and what is she to Dom, I mean Spencer?”
LB became quiet, then said, “If I tell you, you can’t tell your mom.”
“Cool,” I said. Turning off the faucet, I listened attentively.
“That’s his girl but I think he’s ending it.”
“Why?”
All he’d said was, “A minor hiccup. Shit happens. That’s Spence calling. I’ll see you shortly.”
LB should’ve kept his damn mouth shut if that was all he had to say. I hated people who volunteered information but declined to give details.
The guys I knew were better at keeping secrets than my female friends. Like my fiancé having a side chick across country. None of his boyz would’ve told me that but I’d bet all of James’s friends knew about Cleopatra. Even if James were faithful, my being engaged to him didn’t feel right. The best way for me not to have my indiscretions spread wider than my legs was for me to start keeping everyone out of my personal business.
I slipped into a lemon romper with a gold and silver beaded necklace. No five-inch stilettoes today. My tan open-toed three-inch heels with the yellow ankle straps were the perfect match. Bending over, I hung my head upside down, fingered my natural strands, stood, then tossed my dark wavy hair behind my shoulders to create a sexy, untamed fullness.
This date was a good start for me to get back at my fiancé. I might take a total break from James and focus on Chanel. Maybe I should take a few days off from seeing Chanel to give her time to reflect on what she really wanted.
Oh, damn. I can’t put Chanel on pause until after the fifth.
Turning up my music from my cell, I twerked in my bathroom mirror. Domino had that kind of attraction that made me want to rip his clothes off, throw him down, ride his dick, and make him cum.
Maybe LB would have the same effect on me. I doubted it. People either had chemistry or they didn’t. Stepping onto my patio, I took a deep breath, glad it was Saturday afternoon. The sun was brightly shining; it was a blazing eighty-five. It was too hot for me. I went inside hoping whatever LB’s surprise was did not require us to be outdoors. My cell rang.
“Hey, LB. You here?”
“Downstairs. Outside, sweetheart.”
Perfect. Men needed to respect a woman’s request.
“See you in a sec,” I said, ending the call.
CHAPTER 35
Alexis
I could’ve invited him in but I didn’t typically let guys inside my apartment until after they’d taken me out, I had their home and work addresses, I knew their mother’s and father’s first and last names.
Although LB and Spencer were friends, I still ran a background check on Lawrence Bennett. No failures to appear, misdemeanors, or felonies came up. I took one last lo
ok in the mirror, gave myself a confident smile, grabbed my piece, put it in my purse, then locked my front door.
Exiting the lobby by the leasing office, I saw LB facing the five-star mall across the street. Tom Ford, Gucci, Prada, Dior, and other high-end retailers were there. No Bebe’s or Outfitters. I had to drive five minutes to Lenox or Phipps for my other favorite department stores. I lived in the heart of what had become known as the Rodeo Drive of Bollywood.
“Wow.” His brows hiked toward his neatly trimmed hairline. He didn’t blink.
Great! Especially for a first date, I always dress for the wow factor.
“Spence didn’t tell me you were so beautiful.”
What? “Stop acting like you didn’t notice me at the restaurant with my mom and sisters last week. You were our waiter.”
“I swear I didn’t. I mean I saw you but I didn’t. All I recall is all of you were attractive. Plus you were sitting and I was in customer-service mode. Anyway, you look amazing. You did all this for me?” he asked.
If he was serious, he truly hadn’t checked me out. But I knew he was lying. I replied, “Of course I dressed for you.” What difference did it make if that was what he wanted to think?
Opening his arms, he gestured for a hug, then whispered in my ear, “Thank you for asking for my number.”
You’re not the one I wanted but you’re here now. Spencer could’ve given me a different contact and another man would be standing here. Hopefully LB wasn’t one of those guys who stroked his own ego all the time by constantly reminding a female that he was not the one to initiate getting together.
“You look nice too. Love the shirt.”
Men needed an incentive to do more and if LB planned on tasting my pussy, he was going to have to do a lot. A guy would have to be a real asshole for me not to compliment him at least once. Twice was optimal. Ego boosters prior to sex helped maximize a man’s performance.
A real diva always allowed her women and men to like her more than she did them. Heartaches were for people who cared about breaking up. Once a dick walked out the door, I was done until it was time for me to cum on it again. Maybe my hard exterior was a shell protecting me from all the bullshit players in Atlanta. Never failed. The men I thought would never screw up always proved me wrong. Women cheated, too, but we were better liars.
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