Scarlett 2

by Tiece

  Scarlett’s heart dropped. “How did you know that it was a CD inside the package?”

  “Because I asked her to open it,” he admitted.

  “Did you also ask her to look at it too, to see what was on it?” she nervously asked.

  “Oh nah, I told her that I’d check it out when I got back home. Plus, it’s something that April sent me, because she sent me a text message earlier today saying that she was sending me something. Me knowing her, it could be of anything like a venture of hers or just something kinky to lure me back in. She’s always on something for attention.”

  “Uh, yeah you just never know,” she uncomfortably said, feeling relieved that he didn’t ask his mama to look at it. She was almost 100% sure of what the CD contained, since April had sent it.

  At that point, instead of drowning in her sorrows, she needed to fuck and suck Luke to the best of her ability and make it hard for him to want to leave her. That video was her past, but more important than that, it was one of the most embarrassing acts and regretful thing that she’d experienced. She certainly needed to think fast, because Monday was right around the corner and they’d be back in Augusta, GA before she knew it.

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  Sheila stepped inside Jay’s one bedroom studio home as he sadly looked at her then tried to kiss her on the lips. Unfortunately, that didn’t pan out well since she coldly turned her face and headed for his black leather sofa to sit down. She looked around at the romantic scenery. There were candles lit everywhere, and it smelled enticing of mocha chocolate. His décor was really nice, and that of a stylish bachelor pad.

  Jay immediately handed her a mixed drink of Tequila and a splash of cranberry juice.

  “It’s your favorite,” he said, trying to lighten the situation.

  “Trying to get me tipsy, huh?” She asked, crossing her legs in a Wayf embroidered lace mini skirt. Her silky smooth, light skin legs were very sexy to him as he cautiously sat down beside her.

  “I just know that’s your favorite drink.” he responded.

  “So what is it that you wanna talk to me about?” She asked out of curiosity while flipping her strawberry blonde bangs out of her face.

  “I know I did some foul shit last night by not answering my phone when you called, but I have a lot going on right now, and just didn’t know how to come to you about it.” She sipped from her drink. “I’m sorry.”

  She stirred her drink with the straw then looked over at him. “Okay, I accept, but only after you tell me what you were up to and why you didn’t answer.” She waited for some type of lie to escape his mouth.

  “Honestly, I’ve been under a lot of pressure, especially about us moving in together. I’m just not ready to make that type of commitment.” He confessed.

  Sheila was a little stunned. She didn’t think that he would just come right out and admit it so freely. She flipped her strawberry blonde hair from over eye again. “So what’s this change of attitude, because you were ready before all of this?”

  “I was, but then the closer it got to us actually moving, I started to think more carefully about it and realized that I didn’t want to do it.” He said, sipping on his Sapphire Gin and juice.

  “Is it because of that chick in your phone that you’ve been seeing behind my back?” She straight out asked him since she wasn’t there to be playing with his ass.

  Jay swallowed his drink so hard he almost choked off it. “What do you mean?”

  “Don’t play with me, Jay, because I’m not here for games. I’m here for the truth. Don’t think you’re gonna play me like my ex did.”

  Jay looked somewhat embarrassed, because he didn’t know where Sheila had gotten her information from, but she was certainly on point. And no telling with her, she probably had an investigator following him. Fuck it, he thought.

  “I’ve been seeing someone else, but I don’t want to be with her anymore.”

  Sheila’s mouth was left partly open by a revelation that she’d already predicted. “So what do you mean that you’ve been with somebody else? Do you mean that she’s like a girlfriend, or someone you’re just fucking?” She was hurt that he’d admit it like it was nothing. “I mean, either way it’s unacceptable.”

  Jay felt bad, but it wasn’t the time to turn back now. “I also wanted to tell you that I think it’s time that we take a break.”

  Sheila gasped for air, eyes widened. “Take a break?”

  “Yes, I’m just so fucked up right now that I can’t be good to you. I can’t lie; I’m even breaking things off with her too.”

  Sheila looked dumbfounded. She certainly wasn’t expecting to take her time coming over in an attempt to make him regret how he’d made her feel, only to be cut loose.

  “So you fuck up and you’re dumping me because of it.” She felt used and abused at the same damn time.

  “It’s so much more complicated because of that.” His house phone began to ring. They knew that the only person called him on that home line was his Father. “Excuse me,” he said as he made his way into the computer room to answer it.

  Sheila was more than ready to go, but her pride was eating at her and she felt worse and worse by the second. She picked up her phone to call Scarlett, but her voicemail immediately picked up, not at all to her surprise.

  “Scarlett, its Sheila,” she spoke after the beep. “I’m sitting over Jay’s house and he is basically breaking things off with me because he claims that he has a lot going on. I want to cry, but then again I’m so over men treating me like this and feeling like they can walk over me.”

  She thought about how rude and nasty she’d been to Scarlett over the years and a tear came to her eye. “Hey bestie,” she cleared her throat. “I’m so sorry for all I’ve done to you. I’ve not been the best friend that you deserve, and that’s probably why I can’t find happiness with a man.” She wiped her tears. “I love you, girl. Please call me back whenever you get this message. I understand you’re on your vacation, but I just wanna hear your voice. Okay, I’ll talk to you later.” she said and ended the phone call.

  Jay entered the room as Sheila stood up to leave. “I’m sorry about that phone call, but I wanted us to hash things out in a civilized manner before you left.”

  “I think you’ve said enough.” She attempted to walk off, but Jay lightly grabbed her by the arm.

  “We work together, Sheila. I don’t want tension at the shop between us because we used to be so cool.”

  “I’m good, Jay,” she stated pulling her arm away.

  “If you’re concerned about this other female, I told you that I’m not gonna be with her either.”

  “AS IF I GIVE A FUCK!” She yelled, no longer able to keep her composure, then immediately calmed back down because she quickly figured that it wasn’t worth it. “You know what, I’m calm, but I’m leaving.”

  Jay knew it was nothing that he could do to stop her, but he had brought her something that he really wanted to give her. “Would you just wait right here for a moment, I have something that I wanted to give you.”

  “Hurry up because I have a new condominium to go home to,” She stated with arrogance.

  He stood surprised. “So, you’ve moved?”

  “Yep, now go get whatever you’re giving me so I can go relax in my own crib.”

  Jay shook his head disappointedly. Hearing that she’d gotten the house only made him feel worse as he headed into his bedroom. Sheila looked over on the end table at his phone.

  “I be damn if this bitch thinks she’s gonna win.” She went scrolling through the phone in hopes of getting this girl’s number and making a personal call to her. She scrolled through the call log and “Scarlett” was there. What the fuck is he calling her for? Confusion set in. She didn’t want to get too bent out of shape, but the only reason he had better been calling Scarlett was for advice, and even then, he should’ve called someone else.

  By the time Jay came out of his room, Sheila had already left. He stood there speech
less, while holding a brand new four-hundred dollar red Valentino ‘Bow’ leather clutch, with no one to give it to.

  Sheila hurriedly drove out of Jay’s neighborhood. She had the number to the chick’s phone that he’d been seeing behind her back as well as a question in her head as to why Jay was so conveniently talking to her best friend for almost twenty minutes the day before. She wasn’t going to stop until she found out, and if Scarlett was playing behind her back, then she was surely going to hang her for it.

  Chapter 9

  Sunday evening had approached them fast. It was a crazy weekend of devious thoughts as Tommy sat across from Anton, both drinking a Corona as they sat on his front porch. Tommy was anxious to fill him in on some great news that he’d learned. Anton turned his drink up and sat it back down on the table in front of him.

  “So, what is this sweet lick you’re talking about? I thought we already had a get rich scheme. We just have to set it in motion.” He stated, getting right to the point.

  Tommy smugly grinned. “Man, man, man, this shit doesn’t get any better than this.”

  “Is that right?” Anton nonchalantly asked.

  “Oh hell yeah,” he commented then tapped him on the shoulder with the back of his hand. “Okay, so check this out. I’m sittin’ ʼround listening to Bree and Ash talking about Troy’s stash.”

  “Talking ʼbout Troy, the same Troy we were just talking about the other day?” Anton questioned.

  “Yup, the exact same person,” he gloated.

  “What in the hell are Bree and Ash talking about him for?” Anton quickly asked, knowing good and well that Breanne hadn’t moved on that quickly. She still wasn’t talking to him, but he thought he knew her better than that.

  “Calm the fuck down, boss. Troy and Ash are the two fucking around.”

  Anton felt relieved. “Oh yeah,” he coolly commented.

  “But you know Ash. She’s a gold digger fo’ sho’.”

  “That she is, but you know Troy catches all the females, gold diggers or not. They act stupid crazy over his good hair.” Anton stated not at all feeling where Tommy was going with this.

  “That nigga do have some big curls in his hair, but hell I would too if I let my shit grow out.” Anton nodded in agreement, feeling buzzed from a blunt they’d just put out. “Only difference is that he’s Puerto Rican and I’m a full blooded black man.”

  “Nigga don’t act like your grandma ain’t Indian.” Anton chimed in as they laughed aloud.

  Tommy stood up and reached across the table, swiftly brushing his hand across his best friend’s deep solid waves set in his hair. “You better be glad that your shit is good, because we all know yo ass is a full blooded black man.” he joked.

  “Damn sho’ is.” he said, but wasn’t really sure of his father’s bloodline because he’d never met him. They laughed as the playful moments like this always reminded them of the closeness they shared as brothers.

  Anton abruptly stopped laughing. “How in the hell did we go from staking a nigga’s crib out to talking about a nigga having good muthafuckin’ hair?”

  Tommy grinned. “Nigga you know we be all over the place.”

  Anton became serious. “You ain’t lying, but we gotta get this shit together. We don’t have time to be clowning around.”

  “You right, boss, but check this.” He said, thinking about Troy’s pretty boy swag. “If I was a woman, I sho’ wouldn’t want no nigga who feel that he’s prettier than me. A nigga that pretty might have plastic dicks hiding in his room,” Tommy laughed aloud like it was really funny.

  Anton shook his head because Tommy could really be a clown at times, and even though he was trying to stick to business, he couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “Aye look man, we need to be talking business.”

  Tommy agreed. “So peep this shit. Ash and Bree sittin’ ʼround just shootin’ the bobo and talking cash shit about men as usual, then Ash just out her mouth says that Troy is one dumb ass nigga.”

  Anton glared at him waiting for the reason why she said that.

  “Now check this out. She says that the nigga got stacks of money in a suitcase under his bed, and he keep his dope under the stove. We need to be gettin’ in on that. Hell, this is what we’ve been waiting for.”

  Anton nodded in agreement. He saw exactly where this was going now. “We have to be sure that old pussy ass Slim ain’t around to make this transaction easier. Hell, I’m thinking that in order for us to pull this off, nobody can be home.”

  Tommy rubbed his hands together as if he was super stoked about finally putting a plan together and sticking with it. “I’m following you, boss.” he chimed in.

  “Well, what the hell are we sitting here for? We need to go over to Breanne’s house and holla at her and Ash. We need to get this nigga before somebody else does with his sweet ass.”

  “Damn right, because we gon’ feel like shit if they beat us to him. This is an easy lick.” Tommy laughed.

  “This hit couldn’t come at a better time,” Anton expressed while thinking that this would give him a chance to get back in Breanne’s good graces since Samantha still wasn’t returning his calls.

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  Anton nervously walked inside Breanne’s house, following Tommy straight into the living room where Breanne was watching TV.

  “What’s up cuz?” Tommy asked.

  “Ain’t too much, cuz,” she responded as Anton slightly peeped from behind Tommy’s back. Breanne leaned over to the side to see who it was. Upon seeing that it was Anton’s handsome face peeking from behind him, she shyly dropped her head. Slowly she raised back up unable to take her eyes off his sexy white smile as he stood there watching her like a man who was very apologetic.

  Tommy started for a seat. “Man, get from behind me and speak to her ass. She’s been missing you just like you been missing her.” He sat down on the love seat.

  Anton just stood there, not caring about Tommy’s comment. The only person he saw and wanted to hear was Breanne. She finally smiled at him. A smile he’d missed only because he felt bad for putting a splinter in it.

  “Hey babe,” he spoke.

  “Hey baby,” she spoke back, immediately getting off the sofa to hug and kiss him.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “All is forgiven,” she responded.

  It was something about Breanne that had him going. She had the biggest smile he’d ever seen, and the whitest teeth that really made her stand out. Her smile was so bright it could make the sun rise. He was definitely falling for her, because she was surely creeping her way into his heart.

  “Come over here and sit down. We need to talk about some things,” Anton said, pulling Breanne by the hand and sitting next to her on the couch.

  “Where’s Auntie?” Tommy cut in while leaning up to peek down the hallway.

  “In the streets as usual,” Breanne responded.

  Tommy grinned but didn’t waste any time. “Remember when you and Ash were talking about Troy and his stash?”

  “Hell yeah, because I said that somebody should knock his crazy ass off and take his shit,” she said.

  “That’s why we’re here,” Anton stepped in.

  “Are you serious?” Breanne asked, disappointment evident in her voice. “I thought you were here to see me and to apologize for what had gone down.”

  “I am, and I did. Coming up with this plan was Tommy’s idea because he was the one that overheard you and Ash talking about it. So let the truth be told, this was an excuse for me to get over here to see you,” he confessed.

  “Is that right?” Breanne asked.

  “Yes, it is,” he responded.

  “Okay, I believe you,” she said, leaning over to kiss him.

  “Man, get a fucking room.” Tommy chimed in out the blue.

  “Okay, back to business, because I still want in on this sweet lick.” Anton stated.

  “I can tell,” Breanne said as she sat quietly thinking for a moment. “Well, y’all are
definitely in luck because Ash is on her way over. She should be here soon.” She said as the doorbell rang. “And that’s what you call perfect timing.”

  “I call it fate.” Tommy added.

  “Coming in,” Ash announced, walking straight into the living room where everybody was sitting.

  “Get in here with your big head self,” Tommy teased. “We’re about to put a master plan in motion.”

  “Is that hot shit right?” Ash asked laughing.

  Breanne decided to step in because she was unsure of how Ash would take them wanting to rob her Boo Thang. “You know when you were telling me about Troy’s money being in the briefcase under his bed and his dope being under the stove?”

  “Yep, what about it?”

  “Well, we’re trying to get a piece of the action. You know, we want all that shit,” Breanne quickly stated. Ash looked from Breanne to Anton and then to Tommy. She again directed her attention back to Breanne with a bit of hesitation.

  “And why would I want to set up my boyfriend?” she asked.

  Breanne looked over at Tommy, then at Anton, dumbfounded.

  “Well, I didn’t think that it was that serious with y’all. Plus, you said that he was just a good fuck partner and—”

  Ash cut Breanne off. “Girl, you know I don’t give a damn! That stingy ass nigga only gives me what he wants me to have.”

  Anton and Tommy smiled immensely, because they knew that for once, their talking over the years was about to turn into some real nigga shit and they were ready for whatever.

  Breanne laughed aloud. “You got me, girl. I thought you were dead ass serious.”

  “Bitch please,” Ash laughed. “You know we’ve been girls since forever. Troy is just another nigga in the streets to me, and I can’t wait to catch his ass slipping. I can’t lie,” she pouted. “The brother is fine as hell though, and I’ma hate to do it to him, but better me than the next bitch!” Breanne gave her an approving high five as they chuckled.

  “Shit, I’m ready for this.” Anton commented while ignoring Breanne and Ash’s laughter.