Say You Do

by Serenity Jackson

  “Wait, you’ll be here in ATL?”

  “Yea I’m about to launch a worldwide tour and I wanted to know if you would oversee the wardrobe for my artists.”

  “Wow that’s great and of course, I’ll be excited to work with you but weren’t you supposed to meet with my fiancé about us partnering on a store in LA?”

  “I’m sorry and not to be rude but who’s your fiancé?”

  “It’s not important, I’m headed out of town for a few days so just have your assistant send me all the information in relations to the tour, photos, and sizes of all the artists and I’ll get on it asap.”

  “Sounds like a plan, just hit me up when you get back and I’ll have her send it over by the end of the day.”

  “Perfect. Bye”

  She ended the call and threw her phone across the room shattering her vanity mirror. Face red, fist balled she was furious, if she was a cartoon character, you’d see the steam coming from her ears.

  “This lying ass bastard.” She yelled as she grabbed her blue cut up Levi jeans, plain white shirt, and all white puma tennis shoes.

  “He’s going to regret the day he ever played with Shantel Denise Boyd.”

  She grabs her purse and what’s left of her cell phone and heads for the door. As she speeds down I-75 she calls her assistant via Bluetooth …

  “Amie, I need all the phone records, text messages, and credit card statements for Brandon on my desk within the next 20 minutes, oh and call Porsha and tell her I need her here asap.”

  “Yes ma’am, I’m on it.”

  Meanwhile in L.A., Brandon and Porsha have settled into the condo that Shantel purchased while they vacationed there 6 months ago, he had the living room covered in multi colored roses and balloons with a bottle of Moët and chocolate covered strawberries resting on the dining room table.

  “For the love of my life, I just want you to be happy baby.”

  “Happy? I’m ecstatic. I can’t believe you actually did all of this for me.”

  She drops her bags and throws her arms around his neck and plant a kiss on his lips whispering to him “I love you so much baby.” He lifts her up and she wraps her legs around his waist he then leads her to the bedroom and throws her on the bed. As her body bounces off the Egyptian cotton bedding that’s covering the massive California king therapeutic mattress she laughs and demands Brandon to join her. His mind was still focused on how he left Shantel earlier but standing there looking at Porsha and her tiny waist and succulent breast, Brandon snapped back to reality and began to undress. After removing his clothing, he bit his bottom lip, flashed a smile, and say’s…

  “Nah, I make the demands around here so how about you show me what that mouth does.”

  Porsha loves a man with authority, so she complies and seductively crawls over to Brandon and gradually stroke his penis with one hand. While massaging his testicles with the other hand, she looks up and watches his eyes roll to the back of his head and at that moment she knew that she had him right where she wanted him. She then teases him by licking the head of his penis in a circular motion. Still with his testicles in her hand she waits until he is fully erect and takes him whole in her mouth. The warmth of her mouth felt so good as she stroked him up and down, over and over with her hands and her mouth.

  His heavy breathing, eyes closed, and body shivering turned her on even more. The more noise he made the more she took him in her mouth until his dick was literally hitting the back of her throat. She sucked and stroked him harder and harder, he then grabbed the back of her ponytail pulling her nose to his pelvis, letting out a loud moan he then proceeds to cum in her mouth. Brandon orgasm was so robust that he collapsed on the bed completely drained of his energy, she then climbs on top of him straddling him and whispers in his ear “oh I’m not done with you yet, it’s my turn.” She inserts his penis inside of her and begins to move back and forth trying to give him a chance to regroup she slowly feels him growing more as she continues to move slowly and seductively. Once he finally became fully erect, she then placed her feet flat on the bed still straddling him and began to bounce up and down, she increases her speed and endures the pleasure of stroking her g-spot until her orgasm intensifies. Before she knew it, that beautiful feeling came over her and she began to pulsate allowing all her juices to flow all over him, she then leaned in and kissed him. For the remainder of the night they cuddled and talked, forgetting all their problems and worries will still be waiting for them once their vacation was over but for this moment, they wanted to enjoy it and live in it.

  You never know what will hurt you the most until you’ve been hurt to your depth. Know when to detach yourself from toxic situations for those will be the reason you fail in life. There is no second chance, there is no do over. You get one chance at this thing called life so, live it ingeniously.

  Who TF Did I Marry?

  Back in Atlanta, Shantel finally reached her office. She stormed through the glass doors startling everyone.

  “Where is Amie?”

  “I’m right here and I have what you asked for Ms. Boyd.”

  “Good come with me and close the door behind you.”

  Amie complies and close the door locking it as well, they then closed all the blinds to Shantel’s office.

  “Amie, I trust you and right now I don’t need an assistant I need a friend, so if this is too much for you let me know now and you can go on with the rest of your day. I have suspicions that Brandon is cheating on me and I need for you to help me, can you do that for me?”

  “Of course, Ms. Boyd whatever you need I’m here.”

  “Thank you, oh did you get ahold of Porsha?”

  “No, I called twice but no answer. I also left her two voicemails.”

  “Okay, hopefully she calls back. Well let’s get started.”

  They spend the next 3 hours going over phone records, text messages, and credit card statements, when Amie notice something strange.

  “Ms. Boyd, there are two numbers that appears throughout his call log; 4 sometimes 5 times a day and they text all the time.”

  “Today I’m Shantel not Ms. Boyd, and I’ll call them both hand me the phone and what’s the numbers?”

  Amie provides Shantel one of the numbers, Shantel dials the number and places the phone on speaker hoping she has nothing to worry about. The first number she calls rings for quite some time before a soft delicate voice comes on the phone…

  “Hello,”

  “Hi, my name is Shantel and ….”

  “I was wondering when you were going to call me.”

  “Excuse me? I’m confused who are you again?”

  “I’m Ericka Stewart your calling about Brandon, right?”

  Shantel signals for Amie to exit the room as she takes the caller off speaker.

  “Yes I am.”

  “I know all about you, the rich woman that fell in love with my husband.”

  “I’m sorry did you say your husband?”

  “Yes, we have been married for seven years but separated for three years. Then six months ago I was served with divorce papers but then he retracted 3 weeks ago. We have three kids together and he hasn’t been here to see them in two years.”

  Stunned and confused she contemplates on hanging up the phone, thinking this is a dream and the woman on the other end of the phone did not just say wife or kids. Now Shantel feels like she never really knew Brandon, he was an imposter that she opened her world up to and his intentions were to bleed her dry in order to take care of his family.

  “I am so sorry. I had no idea he was married, and I never intended on any of this to happen. I’m not that woman that dates a married man I have morals, standards, and a business to protect so trust me when I say he’s going to regret this.”

  “I know you didn’t know about me Shantel; I don’t blame you. I actually tried to warn you a few months ago but when I called your office, he intercepted the call threatening me to never call you again. Now when I call your number, it
’s like I’m blocked and the phone immediately disconnects the line. But I signed the divorce papers, so he is no longer my headache but a little word of advice, I’m the least of your worries, your friends aren’t as trustworthy as you think they are. Continue to follow the bread crumbs if they lead you to me then they’ll lead you to her.”

  And just like that she hung up the phone. The last thing she said haunted Shantel, leaving her deep in thought.

  “What did she mean lead me to her? Who is her?”

  She still had so many questions with so little answers. She began to fumble through the credit card statements when she realized there were numerous charges for women clothing and jewelry as well as trips that she and Brandon hadn’t taken together, so could it be that he was taking this other woman on these trips and spoiling her with Shantel’s money while his kids and wife suffered?

  The more Shantel thought about it the angrier she became, she called and put a freeze on all of his credit cards and bank accounts. If he was going to spoil the next bitch while in L.A. it wasn’t going to be on her dime. She continued to search through the statements to see if she could find out where they maybe residing. Still looking through the credit card receipts Shantel noticed a substantial amount of transactions in Los Angeles near Doheny road, she then remembered the thirty-five-million-dollar high-rise Condo she purchased on Doheny road at the Sierra Towers. “That asshole!” she yelled, she looks for the paper with the phone numbers on it and proceeds to call the second number on the list but it appears to be disconnected which is weird because he just spoke to this person two days ago. In disgust, she comes to the conclusion; that it’s a burner phone which means that he wanted to keep this person hidden but he didn’t go out of his way to keep his wife hidden, Why? Shantel grabs her purse with her phone in hand and signal Amie, then her phone rings and startles her.

  “Hello.”

  “Hey stranger long time no see, how are you?”

  “Nate, I need you to meet me at the café across from my office in like 30 minutes.”

  “Actually, I’m already here; I had a meeting that’s why I called…….”

  “Great stay there I’m on my way.”

  Shantel hung up the phone, updated Amie on the Ruby tour and told her to inform anyone else that calls, she will be out of the office for a few days. Amie complies and goes back to work. Shantel dashes across the street to see Nate sitting at a corner table with a concerned look on his face. When she enters the café, he greets her and pulls her in to a comforting bear hug that literally put her body at ease.

  “I can tell by your voice it was something urgent so I figured a hug would be the best way to start this meeting. What’s wrong?” They take their seats and with the conversation she had with Ericka still lingering in her mind, Shantel didn’t know if Nate could be trusted since him and Brandon were best friends, he had to know about his wife and kids.

  “Why didn’t you tell me about Ericka Stewart?”

  “I’m sorry who is Ericka Stewart?”

  “Brandon’s wife.”

  Nate eyes grew large and confused, yet angry as if he was just as shocked as she was.

  “I’m sorry did you say wife?” Because I thought they were divorced years ago. I lent him $15,000 to settle out his divorce and that was 10 years ago, I never met the woman. I was away in college when he called and told me he got hitched because the girl was pregnant. After I lent him the money, he told me she had an abortion and that he divorced her. The money was to help her get on her feet.”

  “Wow! Nate, I guess I’m not the only one Brandon took advantage of. I’m sorry, he lied to the both of us and he has 3 kids with her. He filed for divorce 6 months ago, and supposedly there is another woman.”

  “Damn, but he has been acting weird the past few years. It got worse after yawl got engaged, he stopped calling and started dodging my calls and standing me up. I thought it was because of you but I guess not. What did Porsha have to say about this? I’m surprised she’s not here ready to commit a crime with you, given she’s your best friend”.

  “No, he wasn’t spending that time with me, and honestly I haven’t talked to Porsha much either lately. She stood me up the day I ran into you at the spa, which isn’t like her and now when I call, I basically get her voice...”

  “Shantel, you okay?”

  “It can’t be, it can’t be.”

  “What just happened? Was it something I said?”

  “It’s Porsha!”

  “It’s Porsha what Shantel?”

  “The other woman is Porsha, my best friend is fucking my fiancé, that bitch!”

  Shantel jumps up and storms out of the café with Nate on her heels, Nate grabs her arm and tries to calm her down….

  “Listen if you are right, we need to think of a more logical way to catch them because whatever your thinking right now will probably land us in jail for the rest of our lives, okay?”

  She exhales and realizes that Nate is right but all she can think about is killing them both, but her freedom was more important than their lives. The adrenaline was pumping through her veins, causing her emotions to get the best of her. No longer able to hold in her hurt, she collapses on Nate’s chest and releases a hurtful cry.

  Later that night Nate and Shantel drive back to Nate’s house, there are no words for the amount of pain that Shantel feels knowing that her fiancé’ and best friend has been having a secret affair. What was their motive? What could they possibly gain from all of this? Shantel weeps while Nate continues to drive down Interstate 285…. “it’s money.” She says softly shaking her head.

  Nate sits in silence as Shantel speaks.

  “They want my money. I’ve known Porsha for over six years, if she needed something all she had to do was ask but going about it like this is downright cold.”

  “Yea well greed will make the most honorable people turn devilish.” Nate said.

  A woman’s forgiveness is like a petal from a flower It’s soft and sweet smelling, an aroma that is as satisfying as the gem between her thighs. But her wrath is petrifying and perilous, non-forgiving and exacting. Which side of a woman would you like to be on?

  Let the Games Begin

  Pulling up to Nate’s Buckhead home, Shantel was amazed by how beautifully landscaped and built his home was. She always thought Nate would be the high-rise condominium type of guy but this house she was walking up to was more like a family home. Something a husband would be proud of, knowing he was coming home to his wife and kids as they wait for him in the beautiful house he built. But Nate was single with no kids or wife and this was far from being a bachelor’s pad. When she walked through the door, she was greeted by an amazing foyer that was warm and welcoming. Looking around she couldn’t believe this home belonged to a single man.

  “Nate, is this really your home?” She asked with an awe look on her face.

  (laughing) Nate responds, “Yes. I had this house built before my mom passed away, I was going to move her in with me and Estelle but obviously, things didn’t work out that way.”

  “I’m so sorry Nate. These past few years have been rough for the both of us.” He slowly walked over to her and grabbed her hands he replies, “we will get through this together.” and kissed her softly on the lips. Vulnerable as hell Shantel pulls Nate closer to her and loses herself in his kisses. Heavy breathing while their tongues collide, Shantel began to undress Nate, knowing that she is susceptible to love, he stopped her not wanting to do something that could potentially ruin their friendship Nate sat Shantel down on the stairs…

  “I’m so sorry but I can’t do this, trust me I want to but not like this. When I finally have you, I want it to be the most amazing encounter that you’ve ever experienced and right now I wouldn’t be able to give you that because your damaged. Your heart is hurting, and I will do everything I can to mend your broken heart but not like this.”

  With tears rolling down her face, she understood exactly what he meant. She needed something
to numb the pain, sex would do the job but for how long? She was thankful to have a friend like Nate that respected her. “Thank you for always being so good to me.” He wiped the tears from her face and together they came up with a masterplan to bust Brandon and Porsha.

  Meanwhile, in L.A. Porsha and Brandon has spent the past few days living in bliss. The sex, shopping sprees, and celebrity parties was everything Porsha ever wanted but little does she know that her fairy tale life is about to come crumbling down. After a few nights of partying Porsha became bilious. While Brandon was at the gym, she decided to run to the store to pick up a few things, leaving him a note on the kitchen table, Porsha grabbed her things and rushed out the door. While getting in a good workout Brandon couldn’t help but think about the mess he created and how he was going to get himself out of it. He didn’t want to be with any of the women in his life he just wanted the money, but how can he have the money and flee the state without getting caught? Bringing Porsha to L.A. was supposed to calm her down, but after spending so much time with her he noticed that he was making things a lot more complicated then it needed to be. He finished his workout and headed back upstairs, reading the note, she left on the table Brandon tossed it in the trash and headed for the shower.