I Never Said I Was a Good Girl (12 page)

Chapter 24: Chyna

It has been two months since I paid Brazille a visit at her shop and we had that explosive friendship ending exchange. Right now I really wish I could take the past few months back, but hindsight is always 20/20.

For some reason I couldn’t see what was really going on with Zurich. I wanted so badly to have a man of my own, and to rub it in Brazille’s face, that I overlooked all the red flags. I ignored all the obvious signs that I was being played.

Things like him going missing for days at a time, him never inviting me to his place, his constant questions about Brazille and her life, and the biggie calling out Brazille’s name while he nutted, several times. I was such a fucking fool.

Two months ago Zurich told me that he would meet me at my house, no later than eleven that night. I had a late meeting with a client so that was perfect timing. I got off work and stopped by the liquor store to grab a nice bottle of wine for us to enjoy with the nice dinner I was going to whip up.

I made chicken Alfredo with fettuccini and a garden salad. I baked a three layered chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, Zurich’s favorite.

I took a shower and put on my sexiest Frederick’s of Hollywood lingerie and topped it off with a little Chanel on my wrists and neck.

I had just finished setting the table and lighting the candles when Zurich walked in the kitchen and just stood there looking at me. The look he had on his face was one that I was certainly familiar with. It was the same hateful ‘I really wish I could fuck you up right now’ look he used to give me when he was with Brazille.

Still wearing my rose colored shades I sashayed over to him and leaned forward to give him a kiss, just like I had been doing for the last few months, and he slapped me so hard I fell to the floor.

I screamed,
“What the FUCK!”

He just looked down at me like I was a piece of dog shit he had tracked in the house.
“Bitch don’t you ever try to put your filthy lips on me again.”
He said it so calm you would have thought he was reciting the blessing for the dinner I had prepared.

“ZURICH!”
I stand up holding my face,
“What is going on? Why did you slap me? What did I do?”

He walks past me and goes over to the table and stands there staring at the food, I assume. I walked up behind him and began to massage his shoulders and ask,
“Baby what’s wrong?”

Zurich spun around and pushed me so hard in my chest that I flew back and hit my back on the handles of my side by side refrigerator. The force caused the refrigerator to shake and my crystal cake holder came crashing down struck me in the top of my head and then crashed at my feet. I screamed out from the pain shooting up and down my back and from the glass shards striking my feet.

I tried to speak but no words would come out. My lips were moving but no sound would come out. The room was silent until Zurich yelled,
“I told you not to FUCKING TOUCH ME!”
He spun back around and flipped over my dining room table. The lovely feast I had prepared splattered all over the wall and the floor.

“I can’t do this anymore. I don’t even fucking want your desperate ass! I NEVER wanted you but I thought if I fucked with you I could get my Brazille back. I am over here rolling around in the bed with your bitch ass and the love of my life is slipping right through my fingers. Go put some got damn clothes on and cover that shit up.”
He punched the wall and put a hole in it.

I was in such shock that I just slide down on the floor and cried as I listened to him pack his belongings and rant to himself how he couldn’t believe he stuck Brazille’s dick in such a whorish cunt.

I stand up and try to step over the glass but still managed to cut the bottom of my right foot. I go across the kitchen to the sink wet a paper towel and stop the bleeding from my foot. I went to the bathroom and put a band aid over the cut and wetting and washcloth with cold water and putting it on my throbbing face. I then went into the bedroom where Zurich was still mumbling and packing.
“Zurich is this your way of saying our relationship is over?”
I asked, tears on my face and blood in my mouth.

Without missing a beat he says,
“Chyna even though I have never liked you, I have always thought of you as intelligent. Please don’t ruin your one redeeming quality with a dumb question.”

That was the last straw for me. It was like at that moment everything started to sink in. He was only screwing me as a means to get closer to Brazille and possibly win her back. I snapped and screamed at the top of my lungs,
“GET OUT! Get the fuck out of my house! You and your little five inch dick need to get out now!”

He turned around picked up his duffle bag.
“Chyna I can sort of understand if you are upset but please save the weak insults because you stayed slobbing all over this five inch dick. Little Z thanks you, besides I should be the one who is angry since I had to lower my standards dramatically to even allow you to suck this dick.”

He walked by me with a smirk on his face that cut me to my core and even had the nerve to bump me with his shoulder. I followed him to the front door and just as he stepped out of my house I called his name. When he turned around I punched him dead in his face. I punched him so hard I felt a shooting pain going up and down my arm from my fingertips to my right shoulder. I quickly closed the door put on both locks and the chain before looking out the peep hole. I could see him on his knees holding his eye.

I laughed as I turned and leaned my back up against the front door. I laughed and I laughed until my laughter turned into the wails that can only be made from a broken heart.

It took me two weeks to even be able to get out of bed and clean up the mess Zurich had made. Thank goodness I mostly worked from home because the first 3 days I was so bruised and sore that even if I could have physically have gotten out of bed I wouldn’t have wanted anyone to see me.

I had a lump on my head from when the cake holder fell and hit me in the head. I had a big black and blue mark on the left side of my face from him slapping me, I had huge bruises on my back from being pushed into the refrigerator, and I had that gash on the bottom of my foot which hurt more when I put pressure on it.

On top of all the physical things that had me in pain, I was extremely nauseous. But I knew that was from my depression, so I just tried not to eat anything for the first few days. Which wasn’t hard at all seeing as I only got up to go to the bathroom and then back to bed.

Spending this time alone I realized that I had so much anger built up from all the “Joaquins” I had let into my life over the years and that I was projecting that anger and hatred onto Brazille. She really didn’t deserve it because she was always there for me supporting me the best way she knew how, whether it was being my biggest cheerleader or being the guardrail that was trying to keep me on the right track when I began to stray.

I was finally able to admit that I was jealous of her ability to attract fly ass dudes and to find love, which was all I ever wanted. I knew I really needed to talk to her and mend our relationship because I certainly needed her right now.

I am just fearful that I have done too much and put too much distance between us. I am hoping that this is not the case because I know now that I need her in my life. I have a huge problem that I need to discuss with her. I don’t have anyone else I can turn to or even want to turn to with my current issue so I need her to forgive me.

I know that if I go by the shop she will either have me escorted out by Atlanta PD or politely ignore me for trying to have a private conversation with her at work so I took a chance and went by her apartment. I feel I have a better chance of her letting me up there to talk than I would ever have at the shop. I was buzzing her intercom for about five minutes before I gave up and turns to walk back to my car. I know she wasn’t there because Brazille would have at least asked who it is ringing her buzzer like that and if she didn’t want to deal with you she would tell you to step.

I turn to look up at her kitchen window and that is when I saw the big black and white sign that said ‘for rent’ in the window with a phone number under it. “Well damn, she moved!” I say to myself. I call the number and ask the office how long the apartment has been for rent and I was told about two months.

That explains why I didn’t know. She moved right around the time we had that argument at her shop. Where did she move to? I can only hope her cell number is the same.

I open the door and sit down in my car. I lock the doors and take my cell out of my purse. I begin to dial Brazille’s number and my hands start to shake so bad I almost drop my phone. I finish dialing the number somehow and the phone begins to ring. My throat goes dry. She answers the phone on the third ring.

Chapter 25: Brazille

Omari is probably at work right now but, I had to make him go home for a week or so anyway because it was starting to feel to stifling or, if I am being completely honest, I was getting too comfortable with having him around. So that left me just relaxing outside in my Jacuzzi. I was enjoying the sun on my face and the massage jets at my back and feet.

At this point it has been about two months since Chyna stopped by the salon and basically ended our friendship. It has also been the same amount of time since I met with Zurich and dashed whatever dream he had put together in his head of us getting back together.

I was starting to accept the fact that at this point all I had in my life was Omari and that was still not concrete. I like him and sometimes I even feel I could love him but I still have to keep him on his toes every now and then. Because a man is always still just a man. And I have to make sure he knows who is running this thing before he gets too comfortable.

In this time I was also able to hire two more nail techs and a part time pedicurist to help the salon keep up with the demand from our increasing clientele. The salon was as busy as ever, but with the staff I have in place right now we are keeping up just the way I want us too.

Business with Omari has also increased, so I had to rearrange my schedule. Tuesdays and Wednesdays now were mainly dedicated to glamming up his clients; that’s just how many clients he was sending my way for one thing or another. He has even talked me in to giving up some of my Sundays and Mondays to travel with him on shoots but he threw in an extra $2500 per month on the months where that happens plus you know I made that nigga cover travel and food. I was completely okay with giving up those days every now and then because I was certainly still about my money and the dick was just the icing on the cake.

I finally have my Volvo S80 and she is pretty! I had to get some custom details done to her of course. Princess was born in 2014 with gold paint and cream interior. Her heels are twenty-two inch run flats with Lexani Polaris Gold rims. The driver’s seat has my name stitched in purple cursive lettering on the leather head rest. The flooring inside the car, and in the trunk, is a deep purple and of course the custom wouldn’t be complete if the dashboard lighting wasn’t purple as well!

I am just now getting to a place where I could see my hard work and dedication paying off. I start to think that I may be able to just relax and breathe for a minute. However past experiences have taught me that nothing good lasts forever and keep me on edge waiting for the other shoe to drop. I finish that thought and my cell rings.
“Is this the other shoe?”
I say out loud.

If the past four months have taught me anything, it’s to check the caller ID before I answer my cell. I grab the phone and pause with disbelief.

Chyna’s name and number is showing on the ID. It looks completely strange to me since it has been so long since I have seen it. I don’t know if I am happy, sad, angry, or just don’t give a fuck that she is calling. I am so in shock I can’t even decide if I should answer it.

By the third ring I’m just operating on pure adrenaline and swipe the green answer button without even really comprehending what I am doing. I put the phone to my ear but I don’t say anything. I honestly just can’t find any words for her, not even one as simple as hello.

After a few seconds
“Brazille?”
Chyna says in a very hesitant soft tone.

Had it been so long that I no longer recognized her voice, because she sounded different to me somehow. She sounded like she had been through some things.

“Yes,”
I said, half expecting that it was Havoc calling from her number she sounded so unfamiliar. I sat up in the Jacuzzi and turned off the jets because at this point my relaxation was over.

“How are you?”
She said, trying to inject some happiness into her tone but failing miserably.

“Chyna, I am very busy these days and don’t have time for the small talk with ex back stabbing best friends. Please get to your reason for calling me so that I can go on with my day.”
I say with bucket loads of irritation pouring from my words. The last time this trollop called me she asked me to lunch so that she could push her and Zurich’s new found love in my face.

Chyna was silent for a so long that I took my phone away from my face to see if she had hung up or if the call had dropped. The timer was still going so the call was definitely still connected. I placed the phone back up to my ear and waited.

“Brazille I am lost. I need your help. I’m pregnant.”
Chyna’s voice was barely audible but I could definitely tell that she is crying.

My heart softened a little when I heard my ex best friend in pain, but hey she had no mercy on me a few months back so…

“Well, I am definitely NOT the father so again why are you calling me?”

“B you have every right to hate me. I mean at this point I hate me. I just know now what I should have always known. You are a good friend and I need one of those at this point. Can you at least find it in your heart to meet with me so we can talk?”

I shake my head because I really want to say NO Bitch absolutely not! Who is going to make a guest appearance this time, Zaire? You sucking him off now too?! However, against my better judgment, I agree to meet with her at the Lenox Mall in front of
Häagen
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Dazs
. I hang up the phone and look up at the sky.

Right now I really need to relieve some stress. I hadn’t been broken off in about two weeks so I was over flowing with frustration. Omari was not here so Richard would have to do until I could get my hands on Omari, the one who could truly quench my thirst. On my way into the house to take a bath I wonder if it has hurt me more not having sex with Omari than it hurt him.

I close my bathroom door and turn on the tub water. I grabbed Richard from his resting place, the left bottom drawer closest to the toilet. I sit on the edge of the tub with my feet in the hot water and spread my legs open.

I slip my fingers between my lower lips and begin to play with my already sensitive clit. I begin to move my fingers in a circular motion around my love button and slip Richard into my hot, wet center. I whisper ‘yes’ as I feel myself moving Richard in and out of my pussy causing my body to tingle with pleasure.

I lean against the shower glass next to me and that brings me back to the night Omari and I were taking a shower together and he out of nowhere just pushed me up against the glass and slid his big cock inside of me. He was working me so good that night I could hardly remain standing, my legs were so weak.

The thought of this made me grab my breast and push Richard faster and harder into my erupting volcano. I played with my nipple until I began to scream out with pleasure. I felt my walls tighten around Richard. I sped up my strokes right when I began to climax. My left leg starts to shake and I scream Omari’s name.

“Yesss! Yesss!”
I scream as I feel my juices start to run down my hand.

I slide down into the hot water turn the faucet off and lean my head back on the tub as I think about how much I’ve missed Omari’s sex. I am going to have to reacquaint myself real soon.

I wash, get out the tub, dry myself off and then I wash Richard off, dry him and put him back in the drawer. I ponder what I am going to wear to this meeting. I lotion and decide on a long flowing floral maxi dress with matching wedges. I let my hair hang straight down my back and put on a white headband and a white statement necklace to set off the dress. I wear some simple pearl earrings, as to not overdo it with the accessories. I put on my shades and jump in Princess to take the ride to Lenox Mall.