I Never Said I Was a Good Girl (6 page)

She stares at me with a stunned look like she couldn’t understand why this was an issue. I politely reached over the counter and disconnected the call.
“Don’t let it happen again, because it won’t play out so nice next time.”
I turn around and walk back to my desk head high, boss shit on fleek!

I send Amber an instant message and ask her if this is common practice for Katasha. Amber replies back yes and that she has told her I wouldn’t have it but her response was to roll her eyes and suck her teeth as if Amber was crazy. I give Katasha a side eye as I begin to think about holding more interviews, because this bitch may be on the way out anyway. She doesn’t have a lot of clientele and doesn’t seem to be trying to build any more. I don’t have time to babysit! I only have time to count my money!

I go back to my FB page and begin to check the rest of my messages. I love the ones where clients are showing their appreciation of my nail art. It really makes my day and puts a smile on my face. The last message was from someone I didn’t recognize. The person didn’t even use a picture for their profile pic it was just a word ‘Havoc’ in blood red lettering on a black background. I open the message and my hands fly up to my mouth as I read the message which causes me to gasp because it says ‘don’t think because I have let you continue to breathe for the past month that it’s over. I am still coming for you.’

I look up to see if anyone noticed my reaction and thank goodness no one did. My heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to beat out of my chest. I calm myself down so I can think. Maybe this would be how I found out who was behind this or give me a little clue. I click on the name Havoc and I get a message that says this account is no longer active. I whisper ‘fuck you Facebook’ and give my computer monitor the middle finger. I stare at the screen in disbelief until Amber lays some reports on my desk and I jump because I didn’t realize she was there.

“You okay Ms. English. I am so sorry for startling you!”
Amber says, concern on her face.

“You’re fine Amber. I was lost in this crazy schedule.”

We trade smiles and she walks away. Amber was definitely a great find. She took her job seriously and most of all she showed me and my business respect at all times. She makes me want to kick Katasha out on her ass even more.

I have the schedule up on the screen but I am truthfully not looking at it. I wonder for the thousandth time ‘who is this motherfucker?’ This is really getting creepy. I try not to think about it a lot because it isn’t like things are happening back to back and anyone can play online or on a phone but now it seemed like it was much more than that.

I print out the schedule and turn off my computer. I begin to pour through the reports so I can get my mind off of Havoc whoever that is and I knew money would do the trick. After I finish the reports I take a look at my schedule and smile thinking how full my schedule is and how I see with the amount of appointments that my work is appreciated and my hard work is paying off.

The salon has been doing extremely well in the past thirty days. I have made enough money to put a down payment on my dream house and partnering with Omari I will be able to go and buy my Volvo out right in a few weeks! I decide I am not going to put the house off; I am going to get with my realtor as soon as possible to get this house on the road so I can get out of that apartment.

I walk up front to file the reports in the file cabinets behind Amber’s desk. A client comes in and says
“I want to get polished by Brazille.”

“I am sorry but…”
Amber begins.

I stop Amber mid-sentence. “
It’s ok, hon
.
Hey, I am Brazille. It’s nice to meet you.”
We shake hands. She says
“Hi Brazille, my name is Brittany.”
I think to myself while she is introducing herself to me that I am still shaken by the message I received and need to do something to help relax me. I decide that designing a set of nails is what the doctor ordered. My art always calms me down. I turn to Amber and inform her,
“She is the only client I am going to take today.”

“Come on back Brittany. I normally don’t take any appointments on Mondays but today is your lucky day.”
I lead her past the other techs and their clients to my station, cutting my eyes only slightly at Katasha.

“Wow, thank you so much. I truly appreciate it.”

Brittany decides to get medium length square shaped nails with a sick negative space design. She is unsure about the color so I suggest a bright Sunshine yellow. Her smooth light brown skin tone is the perfect canvas for this polish.

During her appointment I let Brittany do most of the talking since I really wasn’t in the mood for conversation. I just want to get lost in the nails.

When I finish with her set they are so flawless that it looks as though the sun is radiating from her fingertips. I take some pictures to post and for my portfolio and thank Brittany for coming in.

I lean back in my chair and post my pics to FB and Instagram. I notice that I have over a hundred likes on Instagram. It peaks my interest so I check my notifications and drop my phone after I read the words Havoc liked your picture.

I pick my phone up off the floor. Thank goodness the screen did not get cracked. I clicked the name but of course the user is private.  The only info I can see is that Havoc has no followers and is following only one person. The bio simply says ‘We shall meet very soon.’ It is like that message is meant for me! I think, this is crazy. I go and check my followers and there it is: Havoc is now following you.

I sit there trying to figure out who this is and why they are after me, but I keep coming up with nothing of any substance. I see it is almost six o’clock so I decide it would be wise to get home before dark. I quickly clean my station headed straight for home hopefully where I could be safe.

I get to the third floor- construction on my new house can’t finish fast enough- and see something laying outside my door. I hold my breath and approach with caution because if it is a roach or a rodent I am going to spaz out. I finally get close enough to make out what it is and discover it is a single dead rose. Now on second thought I would have taken a roach over this.

My eyes pop out of my head as I look around to verify that I’m alone. I don’t see anyone in the hallway so I quickly open the door and lock myself inside. I know this rose is from Havoc who just wanted to make sure that I know that they know where I live. I don’t know what to do…

Chapter 13: Havoc

I took a few weeks to put the last parts of my plan together. The last time I laid eyes on Brazille, I had to leave to make it to my appointment. I was viewing an apartment across the street from Brazille’s apartment.

I really had gotten tired of staying in a hotel across town and paying that high cost for the most basic accommodations. Plus, I needed to learn Brazille’s schedule and what better way to do that than live near her. So when I saw the ad for the apartment building right behind Brazille’s had an apartment for rent, I set up an immediate appointment with the management. I didn’t care what I had to pay to get this apartment I would pay it.

I viewed the apartment, signed the lease, paid the first six months’ rent and moved in all in the same day. I had relocated from Augusta to Atlanta without letting anyone, not even my parents, know. I simply told my parents that I needed time to myself and I also needed and wanted a change. My parents had been worried about me since the ordeal happened some years back, so in a way they were happy- thinking I was getting ready to put everything back together and move on. In a sense I was, just not in the manner they were expecting.

I sold my condominium in Augusta so that I would have a little nest egg to live on while I made Brazille my full time job plus the with the financial backing of my coconspirator I should be more than comfortable financially. I initially rented the apartment thinking that I could spy on Brazille through the windows but after moving in I realized that wouldn’t work. I would only be able to see into her apartment with binoculars and only her living room window and bedroom window were facing my apartment. Plus if she closed the blinds I wouldn’t be able to see her at all. I certainly wasn’t willing to take that risk, so I just broke in her apartment one day while she was at the salon.

When I stepped inside her apartment through the back door I could feel my temperature rising. I couldn’t believe I was actually in her apartment. At first I wanted to go through her things to see what treasures I could discover, but I used my self-control and figured I could sacrifice for now to enjoy later.

I regained my focus and began installing my cameras. I put one in the kitchen in the top corner of the window sill so the view of the camera would cover the kitchen table, the stove, and the sink. I didn’t have to put one in the living room because she had a desk top in there so I hacked into her computer and installed spyware that would allow me to activate her computer cam with my laptop. I installed one in the bathroom. She had a fake plant of calla lilies on the counter top so I hid the camera in there so I could see her showering and at the bathroom sink. The last one I installed was in her bedroom. I should be able to see most of the room but definitely the bed with the angle I had the camera positioned in. I hid this camera at the top of her curtains where the pleats were.

I wasn’t worried about her locating the cameras because they were extremely tiny it would take a real professional to detect them. I didn’t spare any expense; I wanted to make sure they wouldn’t be found so I paid a pretty penny for them. It was all going to be worth the payout I would get in the end.

I left out of the apartment making sure that I hadn’t left any clues that I was ever in the apartment.

I then went back to my apartment and checked to make sure the cameras worked and that they were angled in such a way that I was seeing the areas of the apartment that I wanted to see. Every camera was perfect.

Once I got everything set up I felt like celebrating! I called my coconspirator and they came by to check out the set up and discuss more of what I had planned. We also decided to take a mini vacation to sort of relax before shit got real.

Brazille hadn’t really been doing anything any way so I was like I can just set the camera to record and watch the footage when I got back. I wanted to sort of make her stay inside the apartment so I decided that leaving her a message on her Facebook and Instagram pages would do the trick but I left a little something at her front door just as a little more insurance that she would be to afraid to run the town for the next couple of days. I also wanted to remind her that we still had an upcoming date.

I got back to Atlanta about four o’clock in the morning on Tuesday. I was really tired from traveling and entertaining my guest so I decided to get some sleep before I viewed the video footage of Brazille. I was so excited to see her reaction when she saw my present at her front door but I didn’t want to be too tired to enjoy it. I figured there wasn’t going to be much going on since the bitch was probably barricaded in her apartment for the last couple of days. That was what I was hoping for anyway.

I laughed loud as hell when I saw the look of terror on her face when she crossed her kitchen going towards the table. She was looking around frantic trying to make sure she was alone. She put her purse on the table and went and sat on her sofa. She sat there for about twenty minutes crying. She then went back to the kitchen and got her cell. I am not sure who she called but I assumed it was one of her girlfriends. “ Whoever she is. She can’t help you bitch” I say out loud and press fast forward.

Brazille goes in the kitchen and begins to cook dinner. Shes making fried chicken wings, homemade baked mac and cheese, collard greens and corn bread.

She slides the cornbread in the oven and goes to take a shower. She showers gets out and puts on her robe. She goes to the kitchen and grabs the cornbread out the oven. That was another thing the trick could do was cook.

I figured she was scared so she was going to have her girlfriend come over and keep her company. I guess she felt that the least she could do was cook a nice dinner.

Brazille goes in the direction of the front door which is off screen but quickly returns with my rose in her hand. She walks over to the trash can and drops it in the trash. “Bitch,” I yell. “You are still ungrateful,” I say through clinched teeth.

I come out of my anger when I realize she was doing exactly what I wanted her to do. I didn’t want her to let anyone know what was going on because then they may try to help her figure out who I was and unfoil my plan. So the bitch was doing me a favor for once. She threw the rose away so she wouldn’t have to explain it to her guest. Brazille has always been a very private person and that was one thing I was counting on to guarantee me the victory when I came up with this plan.

Brazille goes into her bedroom and slips on a pair of black jean shorts and a white halter that had the words ‘Boss Bitch’ lettered in black block letters on the front. She slips on her house shoes and has just finished pulling her hair back in a ponytail when she races out the room going towards the kitchen. I figured her girlfriend must be at the door. She enters the kitchen and disappears off the screen for thirty seconds but when she comes back on screen she is not alone.

I throw my glass on the floor and hear it shatter at my feet. Her guest wasn’t a female at all. Her guest was some dude. What the fuck? Why would she call over a business partner? Did this nigga play more of a role in her daily life than I had thought? All of the times that I had watched them interact were out in public and it didn’t seem like anything was going on. But then again, it wouldn’t have been the first time that Brazille, The Great Pretender, had fooled me.

I pause the tape as they are sitting down at the kitchen table getting ready to eat. There was nothing much really going on while they ate just some conversation it seemed. I decided that maybe she just called him over to have some muscle around since she now knew I had her address. I began to feel a little better about the situation so I fast forwarded through the rest of dinner. I press play when Brazille gets up to wash dishes. She goes over to the sink and turns her back to run the dish water and put the dish liquid in and I see his eyes flowing over her body, pausing on her ass. He licked his lips like he was really enjoying the sight.

Brazille turned around and smiled at him as she grabbed the stack of dishes and two glasses off the table and dropped them in the dish water. They held a conversation while she washed the dishes. Her guest gets up and walks up behind her placing his hands around her waist and kissing her on her neck. She tilts her head and leans back into him. I think to myself ‘I did fucking miss something.’ If this wasn’t someone she had previously been messing with, she would have reacted in amazement when he came up behind her like that. but this ho leaned back like she had been longing for this. I could feel my nails digging into my palms as I clenched my fists.

Brazille finishes washing the dishes. She grabs the dish towel and dries her hands before she grabs him by the hand and they leave out of the kitchen and show back up on the screen in her bedroom. They walk over and stop next to her bed and turn and face each other. Brazille’s back is to the bed. They begin kissing and caressing each other passionately.

They are still kissing when they start to undress each other and he lays her back on the bed. He parts her legs and kisses her secret garden until she begins to squirm. He lies on top of her and guides his muscle inside of her. Brazille opens her mouth, I assume to make sounds that are only made during the throes of passion, but unfortunately my cameras didn’t have sound capabilities. His strokes are slow and steady like he is teasing her.

Then, suddenly, he lifts her legs and places them on his shoulders. This guy begins to pound the hell out of her. Brazille grabs his arms and holds on for dear life.

He pulls out and turns Brazille over. At this point she is ass up face down. He pushes back inside of her and continues to stroke her but with slightly less force than before. Brazille lifts her head and from the look on her face she seems to be truly enjoying his performance. He leans down and begins planting soft kisses on her back while starting to slow his strokes down. He reaches around and grabs her large breasts that are hanging down and bouncing to the beat of every stroke. He begins to play with her hard nipples.

She grips the sheets and arches her back as I assume she is beginning to cum. It’s confirmed she has reached her climax when her ass and her legs begin to shake uncontrollably. Once her convulsions stop he picks up the pace and Brazille begins to match his pace stroke for stroke. He leans back and closes his eyes and bites his bottom lip as his strokes lose their once rhythmic motion. He pulls out and shoots his seed all over Brazille’s caramel colored ass as she looks back licking her lips and smiling at him.

I press stop.