I Never Said I Was a Good Girl (5 page)

He smiles at me like a lion smiling at a gazelle and says
, “ Done. Enough about business.”
He taps the bell so we can have the table cleared and the dessert brought out.

He reaches his hand out to me and I take it in mine. We hold hands across the table while we wait for dessert to arrive. Omari really has me worked up so when my cheese cake with mixed berry compote arrives- he decides to just have another glass of Cabernet Sauvignon- I picked up my dessert and walk over to him. I straddle his lap dress and all. I feed him some of my cheesecake and some of the compote ending up getting on his lips. I take that as my opportunity to do something I have wanted to do since we met, suck on his lips.

The sucking ends up turning into a passionate kiss. The next thing I know Omari stands up and lifts me onto the table almost knocking over his glass with my ass. He spreads my legs and pulls my black panties to the side and dives in before I can protest. As if I would…

I feel his tongue teasing my clit. He begins to increase his speed which causes me to throw my head back and bite my bottom lip. I gasp as he simultaneously sucks on my clit and begins to finger fuck me. I begin to move my hips to match his rhythm as I feel my climax descend on me. I grab the back of his head and let my juices flow into his mouth, my whole body tingling. He uses his tongue like a biscuit to sop up every last drop of me as the aftershocks shake my frame.

“Omari…”
He stops my sentence with a kiss and I taste my own sweetness on his lips.

“Did you enjoy your night?”
he asks me, licking those sexy lips again.

I give him another long kiss.
“Definitely.”

He gives me a quick peck as he fixes my hair and straightens out my dress.
“I think I better get you out of here before things get even more out of hand,”
Omari says, loosening his tie.

I give him a kiss on the cheek, grab my purse and phone off the table and turn around to leave. I see our waitress peeking out from the kitchen as Omari rings the bell for the last time tonight and the maître d appears to escort us to the door.

I get in the car and forget to put my seatbelt on because my mind is racing from all that has just taken place.

Omari leans in for one last kiss, his hand hot on my thigh, as he laughs and says, “I guess we both had sweets for dessert huh? I’ll call you later.” He closes the door and walks back toward the restaurant. I lean back and replay the entire evening in my mind, watching the lights of the city speed past my window.

I get upstairs and begin to undress as my phone chimes. It is a text from Omari.

Just checking to make sure you were home safe

I am

By the way thank you again for dessert it was delicious

I send back a blushing smiley face.

Chapter 10: Chyna

I spent a few days moping around the house ignoring Brazille’s phone calls and texts. I was going in and out of depression telling the truth mostly in. I loved Joaquin but obviously he just wanted to have his cake and eat it too. Everything I did for that man, or any man that I was involved with, I did with two hundred percent of my soul. None of them ever showed any loyalty or appreciation for it though. So why should I expect things with Joaquin be any different?

I sacrificed for him constantly. I sat at home alone while he was on business and family trips. I sat at home alone on my birthday, his wife’s birthday, and his birthday. I sat at home alone on his anniversary with his wife and looked at the pictures of their perfect evening as they popped up on my time line. I sat at home alone on holidays with the hope I would see him or hear from him the day after, the Official Side Chick Holiday, but not anymore.

I was not going to play the fool any longer. I had never doubted anything that he had told me. I never even complained because I wanted to make sure I made it easy for him, but now I am going to make sure I make it easy for me. Fuck him.

Iyauna called me the day before Brazille’s big grand opening and said that she needed to have an emergency meeting with me. I first thought that Joaquin had told her about us and had asked for the divorce, but I dismissed that thought because he would have called and told me the great news. Then I thought oh shit she has found out about us and now she wants to meet with me so she can beat my ass. I feel this is truly plausible, not that I could get done by a little model chick, but I make sure to dress for the occasion. I slip on some jeans with a Black Girls Rock t shirt and some Nikes.

I get to the meeting expecting the worse and that is exactly what I got. She was sitting there with her doting husband and they wanted to meet because she needed to change some things on her schedule for the next 9 months because she and Joaquin were expecting their first child.

I felt like someone punched me in the gut. Now I knew why he had been even less available for me the past few weeks and then this motherfucker had the nerve to be sitting there playing the ecstatic expecting father role rubbing her stomach and the whole nine. I did a great job of keeping my composure but I was dying inside while sitting at that table across from the man I loved as he talked about his baby’s arrival.

I no longer gave a damn about anyone else. From now on it was all about Chyna. The first thing on my agenda was teaching Brazille a lesson. I was sick of her bourgeois ass judging me and acting like she is God’s gift to men. She changed men like she changed her panties, no loyalty at all but yet the men flocked to her. For some reason she had the ability to trap a nigga and they hadn’t even smelled the pussy. I was going to deal with her and then I was going to handle the hell out of Joaquin.

Surprisingly, Zurich contacted me the next day after I had the meeting with Joaquin and Iyauna. He was being extremely flirtatious. I had a feeling he was up to something but right now I would use the opportunity to my advantage.

I have always thought Zurich was fine as hell. He is five feet ten inches tall, light skinned with dark dangerous eyes. His physique is nothing to sneeze at either. He normally wore his hair medium length with a perfectly trimmed mustache.

I really thought of Brazille as a sister for many years so that is why I never pushed up on Zurich. Now, I don’t give a fuck …actually I will to Zurich. I smile at the thought of him and I being together. I can’t wait to see the look on that bitch face when she discovers I am with Zurich.

Chapter 11: Zurich

I saw Chyna’s posts on FB and I could tell that she was even more desperate than she normally is. When Brazille and I were together I could always tell she was interested in me but knew I wouldn’t give her the time of day. She couldn’t hold a candle to Brazille. I knew it and she knew it. However, I was willing to treat her like a lady, something she has been longing for since I met her. I am willing to make her feel like the most important thing that ever happened to me if that would get me close to Brazille.

I gassed Chyna up and told her that I always wanted to get with her but that I could tell by her loyalty to Brazille she wouldn’t be down with it. I said that I figured now that B and I have been done for some time I had a chance. She fell hard for it.

I knew I wouldn’t have to work hard for this easy broad, so I just invited her to the movies. I pushed all up on her. Holding her hand, kissing her neck, opening doors, telling her how fly she looked and touching her to make her think she was all I wanted. She fell for it, hookline and sinker. Never even noticing that nothing she says registers or means anything to me.

I knew she was horny by the way she kept trying to arouse me during the movie, but honestly I wasn’t going to sleep with her today. I had to make sure that she was able to pull the strings that I needed her to pull for me before I could stomach lying down with any woman other than Brazille.

We went back to her house and I had a few drinks to help me feel attracted enough to her to do anything sexual so she wouldn’t get suspicious. Don’t get me wrong Chyna isn’t an ugly woman but she just isn’t Brazille. Plus I honestly don’t really like her as a friend that much either. She was always pushing for Brazille and me to break up. The nosey friend that always has the answers for someone else’s relationship but yet she stays single or messing with a man who makes her his side piece, his ‘when I have nothing better to do’ piece. Chyna wasn’t strong and confident like Brazille. She would do anything for the love and attention from a man. That is how I knew my plan would work.

Needing to get my plan in motion I lean over and kiss Chyna. She melts right into my arms. I slip my hand into her jeans and begin to play with her already moist slit. This really revved her engine. I knew she was already hot but damn. She unzips my pants and pulls out my manhood. I’m already hard because I begin to fantasize that I am with Brazille. Plus I hadn’t been with any other woman since Brazille and I broke up five years ago. It had been me and my right hand for all these years so the female touch felt real nice even if it is the wrong female.

She licks the head of my dick making it nice and wet and then begins to deep throat it like she is in a competition. I am shocked at how good she is. It feels so fucking good. She continues to deep throat the hell out of me. She takes her tongue and licks my stick nice and slow beginning along the shaft and ending at the tip, collecting the drops of pre-cum leaking out of me, All the while stroking me slowly but firmly. I get lost in the fantasy that this is Brazille sucking me off. I always imagined it would feel like this or even better. Brazille would never give me head though, and now that I know some things I understand why. I feel my balls tighten as I start to cum and I watch Brazille, my mistake, Chyna suck little Z like he is her best friend. I begin to shiver and Chyna drinks every bit of my cum as it shoots out of the tip and down the back of her throat. I fall back on the couch as she jerks the last bit of cum from my muscle as it softens.

Chyna strips out of her clothes and quickly mounts me like a horse. I have to think quickly because I needed to use my dick as leverage. I tell Chyna that I always fantasized about seeing her masturbate. So I guide her hand down to her crotch and begin to plant soft kisses on her neck and then I use my tongue to make a trail down to her breasts, telling her to make herself cum for me. I use my tongue to play with her nipples as she begins to rub her pussy. She begins to finger herself and this causes her to gyrate her hips and moan. I grab both her breasts and suck on both of her nipples at the same time then I slap her on the ass. She screams with pleasure and fingers herself with her right hand and plays with her clit with her left hand until she comes all over herself.

I make some excuses about how bad I want her but I have to go. I see the disappointment and lust in her eyes as I straighten my clothes. I tell her to keep her pussy ready for me and when she says “Yes Daddy, I will,” I know I have her right where I want her. I walk out without looking back.

Chapter 12: Brazille

Saturday made a month since my salon opened and this is the first Monday that I was able to basically free style my day. I had planned for Mondays to be the day that I didn’t have any appointments and could go to the shop for a few hours to take care of ordering supplies and reading the earning reports, things of that nature. I have also entered several Nail Pro competitions: the 3d nail art, extreme stiletto and the hand painted categories. But, with how busy we’ve been and accepting shipments up until Friday, I had been at the salon doing nails like all my other techs.

It had been about a month as well since Omari and I had that wonderful dinner at Bone’s and he feasted on my pussy for dessert. My body still tingles at the thought of how his tongue felt on my clit and how his lips French kissed my womanhood. I moan to myself as I get horny from the memory.

He had taken on a lot of new clients so his schedule has been crazy as well and I wasn’t going to complain because first I was still about my money. So since he is paying me twenty five thousand a month, I want to make sure he can afford it and second I had not officially been made his girl so I kept some distance between us.

Now don’t get it twisted, we still saw each other and snuck in a quick kiss or copped a feel here and there but no alone time. Since I had signed the contract he had been keeping me busy and I had been going to his office to work with the clients just so I could see him. I swear every time we are in the same room together my panties become soaking wet. I just want to feel him deep inside of me, not caring who may be watching. But, of course, I am a professional so I never act on those feelings. But today is going to be different.

I decided to get my fix and give to him a taste of his own medicine last night. I can’t have him thinking that he’s in control. I get dressed by putting on my blue Dereon jeans, a red halter top, and my fire engine-red and adorned with crystals, six inch Nine West heels. I forego wearing a bra, leaving my luscious breasts unrestrained. I put my hair up in a messy bun and throw on my Dereon shades with some red lipstick and eyeliner. I finish my look off with some big gold hoop earrings and some gold bangles.

I head over to Omari’s office in Midtown, my nipples hard with anticipation the whole drive there. I knew he would never see this coming. We were scheduled to spend next Sunday and Monday together but I couldn’t wait, better yet I didn’t want to, wait. Butterflies fluttered around in my stomach as I got off the elevator and walked down the hall to his office. I step through the door
“Good morning Chantel. Is Omari available?”
I ask his assistant as I walk up to her desk.

“Hey Ms. English! I didn’t see you on his schedule this morning.”
She grabs his appointment book in a frenzy.

“You didn’t miss anything. I am not scheduled for today but something came up that I was hoping to discuss with him today.”

“Oh thank goodness cause if I would have missed an appointment he would have killed me. Give me a moment.”
She picks up the phone and dials his extension 618.
“B is here to see you are you available? You are in luck. Go right in, B. And by the way you are WEARING that red.”
She snaps her fingers in the air and we both laugh.

“Thanks Chantel.”

I open the door and enter his private office. I take off my shades and I look at him and he looks at me taking in every curve. I turn around and slowly close the door making it a point to stick my butt out a little more for his viewing pleasure. I begin to think how crazy I am for what I’m about to do but realize it is too late now.

I walk past the big window that the office and the lobby share and I close the blinds. Just as Omari says
“What’s up B?”
I turn around place my shades on the desk and slowly lick my lips and bite on my bottom lip. I slowly lift up my halter top and pull it up over my head freeing my breasts. I begin to play with my nipples and squeeze my breasts while slowly walking towards Omari. By the look on his face and the bulge in his pants I know I have his undivided attention. His eyes are glued to my breasts and by the way he is licking his lips, I can tell how badly he wants to taste them. I straddle his lap the same way I did the night we had dinner but this time, I am going to remain in control. We begin to kiss and he palms both my breasts. He breaks our kiss and begins to suck on my left nipple then my right, giving them equal attention.

I feel myself losing control so I gently push him away as I stand up. I push his chair back and kneel down in front of him. I unbutton his slacks and free his rock hard penis from its cage. I begin to tongue kiss his genitals as I stroke him up and down and up and down. I look him in his eyes as I lick his helmet getting it nice and wet. We stare at each other as I take all of his nine inches in my mouth. I suck and I stroke. I stroke and I suck until Omari closes his eyes and moans
“Yes, B, Yes!”
I increase my pace as I hold his member in my right hand and use my left hand to massage his balls.

“Damn Brazille you gonna make me cum... Ah, ah,ahhhh shiiiit! I’m cumming B!”
He said in a barely audible excited whisper. I suck for a second or two longer until I taste a little bit of his lava, really not wanting to stop until I fill my mouth with it all, but hell even the biggest ho shouldn’t swallow before she gets named the main chick.

I release him just in time to watch his cum shoot in big globs all over my big full round breasts. I rub his cock all over my titties, bathing them in his cum and rubbing my still erect nipples with the head of his dick. I stand up, smile at him and grab my purse off his desk and my halter top off the floor and walk into the bathroom connected to his office.

I close the door and giggle to myself ‘yes baby you aren’t the only one who can plan surprises.’ I take the wash cloth out of my purse. Yes, I stay prepared. I wash my breasts and my face. I reapply my lipstick and exit the bathroom.

Omari is looking at me with his mouth open, pants still unbuttoned and a glazed look in his eyes and says
“What was that about?”

I wink and without a single word I open the door and leave his office. I was so cool I didn’t even look back. Let him digest that.

“Everything okay Ms. English?” Chantel asks as I head for the door.

“Yes, Chantel, everything is fine. The meeting went damn good.”
I give her a high five and head for the elevator.

I get to the elevator and that is when I bust out laughing thinking ‘I can’t believe I just did that but it sure caught him off guard,’ I think to myself. ‘And the way he tasted it was worth the risk.’ I just wanted to give him a glimpse of who he was messing with. ‘Yes, you sexy and successful and all that, but that is not all it takes for me. Yes, you have loot but I am banking my own. Yes, you are suave and appear to know how to spoil a lady, but I have tricks too!’ I think he got some of that message today.

There was a time in my life when I wanted love, when I thought that love was obtainable and ruled over everything else. I have always been the kind of woman that if I wanted something there was no length I wouldn’t go to obtain it whether it was money, love, shoes or whatever I put in work. However, I was a fool in love and an amateur back then so I made some mistakes. Mistakes that will remain forever only one other person as far as I know knows about. If all that I have done is ever told, I can’t imagine the backlash.

I know now that love is for fools. And I won’t be anyone’s fool ever again. I like the attention a man can give and I enjoy how much fun it is being chased and reeling a Brotha in, but I really wasn’t going to let any man take me back to that dark place. The place where you feel like you can’t breathe when they aren’t around. The place where you feel like you have to take him and his feelings into consideration in everything you are planning. The place where you are so blind-sided when they disappoint you that you forget that YOU and your MONEY is all that matters. I have come a very long way from that place and there is NO way I am going back.

Just as the elevator gets to the first floor and the doors open, my thoughts are interrupted by my cell ringing. I grab it out of my purse and step out of the elevator and check the caller id. I see it is Omari and send his ass straight to voicemail as I put my shades back on and drop my phone back in my purse.

I get in Pane, close the door, put my pointer finger up to my mouth and bite on the tip of a perfectly shaped fire engine red stiletto nail with a glitter accent and smile at my work. I pull my phone back out of my purse and see that the message indicator light is blinking. I call my voicemail type in my password and listen to the message.

“Oh you not talking to me? You just come in my office and suck me senseless and walk out without saying a word. Damn Brazille, what the fuck?! Call me when you get this message.”

I laugh as I erase Omari’s message. Ole thirsty ass.

On the drive over to the salon I begin to think about who could possibly be behind the threatening phone calls and why they were doing it. I really have no clue but with the way Chyna has been acting I can’t exclude her. The thing that puzzles me is that if it is her, then why is she doing it? She is one of the people that I have never shown my bad girl side to. I mean we get in our disagreements and spats, but I have never intentionally done anything to hurt her. And I’m pretty confident saying the same about her. I think about the phone calls though. And I am like ‘The first one she wasn’t with me so she is fair game for that one. The second one she was there with me so that excludes her. Then again… maybe not. She could have paid someone to harass me and then try to play the close friend and play it under the radar because they call when she is with me.’ I go back in fourth in my mind for the entire ride to the salon on whether Chyna is involved in some way or not, but I just really don’t feel she is but I will never rule her out completely until this mystery is solved.

I pull into my parking spot at the salon, glad to be out of traffic, and decide to call Chyna before I go in. We hadn’t spoken since the night of the grand opening. Truth is I miss her. I want to tell her about what has been going on with me and Omari and of course apologize for hurting her feelings with what I said about her situationship with Joaquin.

The phone went straight to voicemail as it had been doing for the past month. The only reason I knew she was okay was because of her Facebook page. It seemed like she also had a new man in her life and I wanted to sip the tea on that but she was still mad. I did unconsciously start wondering if she was in another situationship with another married man. She never posted anything that alluded to her having a friend when she was messing with Joaquin. However with this new found love she was posting like crazy! There was one thing missing though…a picture. Now there is definitely a reason behind it so I’m intrigued to get the answer to that as well.

This is the longest we have ever gone without speaking so I decided to be the bigger person and extend an olive branch by leaving Chyna a message, something I never do. “
Chyna it is Brazille. I miss you girl call me so we can talk. I am really sorry about how I came off to you the last time we were together.”

I sigh and just hope she will give in. I look in my rearview mirror, blow a kiss to the beautiful Diva I see there and say out loud, “Let’s go get the only one that loves you and the only one you love: that almighty dollar.”

I step into the salon
“Good morning ladies and gent.”

“Good morning B!”
everyone says in unison except Amber who says
“Hello Ms. English.”

“Amber, how is business looking for today?”
I ask as I approach her desk.

“Everyone’s schedule is full except Katasha so she has been handling the walk-ins.”

“Have we gotten an e mail from Chantel about next week’s clients from Hidden Stars?”

“Yes, we sure did and you are booked beyond capacity. I forwarded the e mail to you already. Did you need me to print it out?”

I start to walk to my desk.
“No, I can review it on the computer. Make sure to start my waiting list then for any other appointment requests, please and thank you.”

“I am one step ahead of you boss”
she says as she answers the salon phone.

I go sit at my desk and fire up my computer just as I see Katasha go up to get the salon phone. I look for a few and think I know she didn’t just get up and leave a client to go have a full fledge conversation on the salon phone. This better damn sure be life or death cause now you messing with my money and my image. Two things that I don’t play with! I am going to give her a couple more seconds to regain her sense before I jump all the way down her throat.

I pull up Facebook and log into my page and see that I have several messages, some from new clients that were trying to get an appointment or clients that just wanted to brag on their nails. I look up and that damn girl is STILL on the phone. I get out of my seat and walk up to the front. “
Katasha is everything okay?”
I ask as sweetly as I can manage.

“Oh yes B! I am good!”
This dizzy chick has the nerve to say, covering the receiver on the phone. Like I’m interrupting her!

“Well, explain to me why you left your client, even worse MY client, in that chair while you are on a nonsense phone call
!?” I ask her, only slightly raising my voice but my seriousness is all over my face.