like that sundress on you, Boo! You look cute or whatever.”
“Yea me too’” I lied, ignoring her back handed compliment. This bitch just don’t know … “Now fill me in on you and Omari.” I didn’t really care, but I had to make it seem normal. I already knew what she was going to say anyway: they had been having a wonderful time together, he was smitten with her- just as they all normally are- and then she would tell me something stupid she had done just to try and remain in control.
“Chyna that man is something else! He rented out Bone’s one Sunday night so it was just us there with a small crew and he had the nerve to sit me on top of the table after dinner and eat my….”
I began to zone out as Brazille went on and on and on about how wonderful Omari is. I was really only here because Zurich wanted me to be. At this point he was still only allowing me to give him head because he claimed that he needed closure before he could make love to me the way that he wanted to. I am so fucking tired of masturbating, even if Zurich does love to watch me. I love that he wants to make sure that his heart is clear before we cross that line. But what I need is to feel a man, MY man, on top of me, inside me. I want to come all over his magic stick and feel him fill me up with his seed. I start to get moist just thinking about it. Brazille must have noticed that I had tuned her out because, when I start paying attention to her again, she was saying, “Well, that’s enough about me and Omari; tell me what’s new with you?”
I told her I was seeing someone and she would get to meet him when he picked me up this afternoon. She was so excited to find out that it wasn’t Joaquin. As if she thought that I was only good enough to be some man’s side piece. That stung like salt in an open wound but I managed to keep my anger below the surface. “You know B, I hate to admit it but you were so right about Joaquin. The day that you decided to throw it in my face what a bullshit ass relationship we had, or situationship as you called it, was the day after I found out that Joaquin and Iyauna are expecting their first child.” I squeezed my eyes close as I said it. I still wasn’t over him totally, but I was really trying to move on and having someone that really wants me is making it easier.
“O! Chyna! I am so sorry girl! I had no idea that you were going through something so horrible. I didn’t mean to add to your pain.” She reaches her hands across the table to place them on top of my hands. “Why didn’t you tell me what was going on?”
I pull my hands back ,“I wasn’t ready to talk about it yet. It was too fresh for me and I really didn’t want to see you gloating about being right.”
“I don’t gloat!” She says with this innocent look plastered all over her face.
I roll my eyes and say “Anyway… let’s eat because I am starving!”
We eat and engage in small talk about the salon and my clients. She gets on me about my nails; talking about how ragged they look. I begin to feel a little guilty at what I am about to do so I just decide to get it over with. I tell her that I have to get ready to go because I had a meeting to get to and phone Zurich so he can come pick me up.
When I hung up from Zurich, Brazille says “We need to do a double date! That would be so much fun! Don’t you think?”
“I know it would be a blast!” I smile. All the while thinking, ‘It would be a blast for some of us anyway.’
I begin to get nervous and fidgety while we were waiting and of course Brazille noticed. “Girl why are you so nervous? As long as he is single you know I will like him.” She laughed so hard you would have thought she was at a Kevin Hart concert.
That is when I knew I was doing the right thing and could not wait for Zurich to arrive. Then we would see who the comedian really is. I try to act as if her snide comment didn’t affect me.
“So girl tell me is your new boo serving it
“Yea me too’” I lied, ignoring her back handed compliment. This bitch just don’t know … “Now fill me in on you and Omari.” I didn’t really care, but I had to make it seem normal. I already knew what she was going to say anyway: they had been having a wonderful time together, he was smitten with her- just as they all normally are- and then she would tell me something stupid she had done just to try and remain in control.
“Chyna that man is something else! He rented out Bone’s one Sunday night so it was just us there with a small crew and he had the nerve to sit me on top of the table after dinner and eat my….”
I began to zone out as Brazille went on and on and on about how wonderful Omari is. I was really only here because Zurich wanted me to be. At this point he was still only allowing me to give him head because he claimed that he needed closure before he could make love to me the way that he wanted to. I am so fucking tired of masturbating, even if Zurich does love to watch me. I love that he wants to make sure that his heart is clear before we cross that line. But what I need is to feel a man, MY man, on top of me, inside me. I want to come all over his magic stick and feel him fill me up with his seed. I start to get moist just thinking about it. Brazille must have noticed that I had tuned her out because, when I start paying attention to her again, she was saying, “Well, that’s enough about me and Omari; tell me what’s new with you?”
I told her I was seeing someone and she would get to meet him when he picked me up this afternoon. She was so excited to find out that it wasn’t Joaquin. As if she thought that I was only good enough to be some man’s side piece. That stung like salt in an open wound but I managed to keep my anger below the surface. “You know B, I hate to admit it but you were so right about Joaquin. The day that you decided to throw it in my face what a bullshit ass relationship we had, or situationship as you called it, was the day after I found out that Joaquin and Iyauna are expecting their first child.” I squeezed my eyes close as I said it. I still wasn’t over him totally, but I was really trying to move on and having someone that really wants me is making it easier.
“O! Chyna! I am so sorry girl! I had no idea that you were going through something so horrible. I didn’t mean to add to your pain.” She reaches her hands across the table to place them on top of my hands. “Why didn’t you tell me what was going on?”
I pull my hands back ,“I wasn’t ready to talk about it yet. It was too fresh for me and I really didn’t want to see you gloating about being right.”
“I don’t gloat!” She says with this innocent look plastered all over her face.
I roll my eyes and say “Anyway… let’s eat because I am starving!”
We eat and engage in small talk about the salon and my clients. She gets on me about my nails; talking about how ragged they look. I begin to feel a little guilty at what I am about to do so I just decide to get it over with. I tell her that I have to get ready to go because I had a meeting to get to and phone Zurich so he can come pick me up.
When I hung up from Zurich, Brazille says “We need to do a double date! That would be so much fun! Don’t you think?”
“I know it would be a blast!” I smile. All the while thinking, ‘It would be a blast for some of us anyway.’
I begin to get nervous and fidgety while we were waiting and of course Brazille noticed. “Girl why are you so nervous? As long as he is single you know I will like him.” She laughed so hard you would have thought she was at a Kevin Hart concert.
That is when I knew I was doing the right thing and could not wait for Zurich to arrive. Then we would see who the comedian really is. I try to act as if her snide comment didn’t affect me.
“So girl tell me is your new boo serving it
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