I Never Said I Was a Good Girl (8 page)

Chapter 16: Brazille

I just sat there at the table and watched the two of them walk out the door together. FUCKING TOGETHER!! I just really can’t believe it. That BITCH right there is doing the most!

Just what I need... More bullshit for me to worry about. Now, not only did I have to be concerned about my friendship with Chyna, I find out that Zurich’s corny ass is in Atlanta. I’m worried about Chyna’s heart because I know damn well Zurich is playing with her. I’m still concerned with Havoc, whoever the hell that is. I really just want to scream and knock these plates and glasses off of this table, but that won’t change anything so I was going to have to come up with another plan.

‘Shit! Maybe Chyna is Havoc!
’ I think. The way she has been acting recently it certainly wouldn’t shock me. Hell for all I know, Zurich is Havoc, but honestly that made even less sense to me then Chyna being Havoc. Zurich texted and called me all the time, and got his ass ignored for the most part. If he wanted to threaten me he could have done it as himself at any time. “Besides,” I mumble to myself “It’s not like he knows about…” I shake my head, dismissing that line of thought.

I just can’t believe that Zurich and Chyna are now supposedly dating. She can’t really be naïve enough to believe that Zurich was really into her, after he had already been with me. Chris Brown was right, these hoes ain’t loyal. As much as I’ve tried to do to teach her some class and this is how she repays me? ‘Who am I kidding,’ I wonder, ‘Because from the looks of things she is definitely that naïve.’ What if it was Zurich and Chyna partnered together to make Havoc? Now there is an idea. Especially after this bullshit today. I will have to revisit that thought after I have a little one-on-one meeting with Zurich.

I really hate myself for even considering having a meeting with Zurich, but I need to get inside that little pea brain of his. I continue to sip my Pepsi, figuring that this week was as good a time as any because I could invite him to my apartment and we could have the chat and then I would be moving so I wouldn’t have to worry about him just popping up there any time he felt the need.

I am so excited that I am going to meet with my realtor in just about an hour to sign the paperwork and pick up the keys for my new house! And I’m not gonna let these two coons bring me down. I had been thinking about moving this weekend but I’ve been waiting so long to get into my dream house that I may move up the date.

I haven’t felt safe in the apartment since I found that dead rose on my door step. So the sooner I move, the sooner I will know that that maniac won’t know where I lay my head. At this point no-one knows that I have purchased a house except me and my realtor. Chyna was acting so weird at lunch and then with the whole Zurich thing, I definitely don’t want to tell her.

It was really going to be strange opening another chapter in my life and Chyna not be there to share it. We always celebrated each other’s successes together. I tear up as I think about my new reality. I would have loved to bring her into my new five bedroom, three full bathroom house with a two car garage, screened in patio and in ground pool so we could share decorating ideas and color schemes. But it wasn’t like I needed her.

I quickly thought about sharing this moment with Omari. He really is everything I have ever wanted in a man. He is successful, fine as hell, wealthy, intelligent, good with the dick, and all about spoiling me. But I know those surface traits can’t be trusted. I know that if I get comfortable and start catching feelings, he would shatter my world like any other man so I had to keep him at a distance. But damn, I am going to have him come over and help me christen the place though! Umm, just that thought made me want to pack my things and move over there today. I am certainly overdue for some of Mr. Chocolate. I chuckle to myself as I think about Omari and how he makes my heart skip a beat, my lady parts jump, and my mouth smile all at the same time. But I still have to be very careful. I’ve been down that stretch of highway before.

I need to call Omari. I haven’t been answering any of his calls or texts since our encounter last week but I had to keep him on a long leash at this point. I will make the call a little later on. Right now, I just sip my Pepsi and call Amber.
“Hey, Amber. Do I have any appointments in the next few hours? Anything before six o’clock?”

“Hello Ms. English. Give me a second while I pull up your schedule.”
I hear her nails striking the keys on the keyboard and I take another sip of my soda.
No ma’am, you are actually free for the rest of the day. I have a note here saying that you wouldn’t be available until after seven o’clock so I made sure not to schedule anything. Did something come up and you wanted me to put it on the schedule?”

“No Amber. You are a life saver. I won’t be back to the salon until after six o’clock so if you need to schedule a client for then that is fine but make sure to text me if that happens, okay?”

“You got it boss lady! Is everything okay?” she asks.

“Oh yes! Everything is great! Text me if you need me okay?”

Amber replies
“Will do.”
I end the call.

I pay my part of the check, leaving Chyna’s dusty little money on the table, and decide to make the drive out to the new house and wait for the realtor. It would take about twenty-five to thirty minutes to get there, so at this point I would not be as early as I normally like to arrive at appointments. The house was out in Dunwoody at the end of a cul-de-sac. I loved that location because that meant the street was not going to be busy so I should get to know the cars that belonged in the neighborhood and the ones that didn’t pretty quickly. I wanted to be aware of my surroundings, especially since I was still not sure who my stalker was.

I pulled into the driveway at my new house and can’t help but get emotional. Tears began to fall as I looked at the huge purple front door with gold trim. The door knocker was gold and was shaped like a capital B. I turn on the radio while I waited for my realtor and let the music calm my nerves.

About ten minutes after I get there, Paul pulls up behind me, papers in his hand as he exits his car.
“This afternoon is almost as beautiful as you look Brazille. How are you?”

“Awww, thank you Paul. I am doing well! Just excited! I can’t wait to sign those papers and make this thing official!”
I tell him, shaking his hand.

“Let’s walk around back and take a look at the pool and patio then we will make our way inside so we can get this show on the road.”

“Sounds good.”
We cross the yard and walk up the sidewalk on the side of the house. Paul opens the fence and lets me walk in first. He closes the gate behind us. We survey the pool. It is huge and looks so calm and inviting. The one thing I was surprised about was the Jacuzzi. “
Paul, is that a Jacuzzi?”

“Yes, it was a gift from the builder!”

“Paul what are you talking about?”

“There are a few surprises in here for you. The builder thought you were so classy and beautiful that he added a few things he thought would be fitting of you. He swore me to secrecy so don’t trip because I didn’t tell you.” Paul says, a big smile on his face.

“Oh my GOD! You have to be kidding me!”
I can’t believe that I had made that kind of an impression on the builder. But then again, I am me.

“Let’s head in through the side garage door.”

We walk around to the left side of the house and he opens the door and we step into the garage.
“Nothing fancy here, just your typical two car garage with a few shelves for storage and a peg board for hanging tools,”
Paul says. He goes up the three steps that lead to the door that takes you into the ground floor of the house, unlocks the door and steps aside gesturing for me to go ahead of him. My heart rate sky rockets and my hands get a little clammy. I step in and turn to the right. Paul follows behind me.

“This is your guest room. We left it neutral so that you could determine what colors you want after you get moved in. The bathroom is attached to the guest bedroom so you can enter through the bedroom or from the hallway.”

“Okay. I like that but I am not sure I like my guest sort of having a community bathroom.”

Paul turns around and shows all his pearly whites.
“Edward thought you might feel that way so he added a half bath up by the front door!”

“You have got to be kidding me?!”

“Not at all, he was going to have a closet right there but he said that would be a waste of space so he changed it into a bathroom thinking you would appreciate that more.”

I shake my head and we walk into the kitchen and living room areas. There is a fire place in the living room and French doors which lead out onto the patio and the pool area. The dining room is off to the left of the kitchen and has a massive chandelier hanging from the vaulted ceiling. The kitchen has a double wall oven and lilac marble countertops.

We go up to the second floor and quickly walk through the 3 bedrooms, laundry room, and bathroom on that floor. We head up the last ten steps to the third floor which contained the master bedroom, full bathroom, and another entertainment area- equipped with a movie screen that lowers down from the ceiling- and a balcony.

The thing I love the most about my floor is the closet. I giggle out loud when I walk through my bathroom and look at the his-and-her sinks, the Jacuzzi tub with separate stand-alone shower with frosted glass and enter the closet. The closet is massive! It’s the size of another master bedroom, has a floor to ceiling wall of mirrors, a dressing/sitting area and a shoe and clothing shelving system that is out of this world, another gift thrown in by Edward.

“Brazille what are you giggling about?”
Paul asks from the bedroom.

“This shelving system!” I yell back. “It is sick! How do I thank Mr. Edward for this?”

“He said a heartfelt thank you would suffice. Let us get back to the kitchen so you can sign this paperwork and I leave you to enjoy your new home in private.”

I take one last look through the windows in the entertainment area and see Pane sitting in the driveway. I say to myself ‘Pane, your time has come. This is definitely not the neighborhood for you.’ I vow that I will go out on Monday and pick up my Volvo.

After signing the papers and walking Paul out, I sit down on the plush purple living room carpet and cry like a newborn baby, my head down and my arms wrapped around my knees. I am so happy but have no-one to share it with. Chyna was off her rocker. My mother has hated me from the day I was born so we don’t really speak. My brother was on my mom’s side so he wasn’t in my life either. My father had moved away when I was one and married another woman. He started a family with her that clearly didn’t include me. At times like this it makes me wish that I had chosen to keep my baby because then he or she would be here to share this with me. Unfortunately I chose a different route. So here I am; all alone.

I finish my pity party and I look at my cell, noticing that it is six o’clock. I clean up my face with Kleenex from my purse, get up off the carpet and decide to get in gear and get back to the salon. I checked all the locks on the garage and back doors and head out the front door.

I sit down in Pane and look at the house and think, ‘This is mine and I am going to make some new memories here with some new people.’

On the ride back to the salon, I decide that I am going to see if Omari will stay the night with me at the new house. I can’t imagine staying in that apartment, or walking up all of those stairs another night knowing that I have the house of my dreams available to me. I’d rather sleep on the floor in my new place than in a bed at the old one.

I pull into my parking spot in front of the salon and shoot Omari a text.

Mr. Chocolate are you free to spend the night with me?

I throw my phone back in my purse and go inside to see what is going on at the salon. I stepped in the door and see that everyone has a client and there are no clients waiting so that is a good thing. This gives me a chance to shoot Mr. Edward Jones a message and thank him for the extra amenities.

I unlock my computer and go to the Jones’ Realty website and send Edward a quick message.

Chapter 17: Omari

I was just getting home from work when I hear a notification signaling a text from Brazille, which is surprising because for some reason she’s been ignoring me recently. I had texted and called her several times and gotten no response. And now I get a text asking me to spend the night with her.

I want to say no so bad, but I want this woman more. I mean, yeah, she’s a piece of work, but I’ve already decided that she is worth it. I am, however, going to have a conversation with her tonight in regards to our relationship and my expectations.

I end up saying yes of course, I ain’t stupid. And, per her request, I get ready to meet her at her apartment.

I dodge some guy in a Prius as I see her next text pop up on the dashboard:
Park on the street in front of her building because we were going out.
I smile, wondering what she has up her sleeve.

I park in front of Brazille’s building, get out and press the buzzer for her apartment. She buzzes me in immediately and I make the hike up the three flights. When I walk through the front door, I see that there are bags everywhere. “
B, what’s going on?”
I ask.

“Well, I wanted it to be a surprise, but since you’re twisting my arm I guess I will just tell you now. We are going to spend the night in…dramatic pause… MY NEW HOUSE!”
Brazille yells, her eyes twinkling.

“Word? Are you ser-i-ous?! You NEVER mentioned to me that you were house shopping.”

“Omari I KNOW you aren’t going to be petty about me not telling you when you are the first one I am having come over. I am going to need you to pick your battles wisely, for real.”

She gives me a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, as if there’s something else on her mind. Shit, I love a challenge, but I decide now is not the time so I follow up with,
“That’s great, ma. Where is it?”

“You’ll see!”
She spins around and comes over to hug me. I squeeze her and close my eyes. The sweet lavender smell from her hair invades my nose as I kiss her forehead. She steps back and says,
“Come on so we can get our night started!”
I rub my hands together and begin to look around to figure out what to bring down all those damn steps to my Navigator first.

After forty-five minutes, and enough trips up and down to make me consider skipping the treadmill tomorrow, we pack the last things that Brazille wants to bring tonight into my truck and begin the drive to her new house. As I pull away from the curb, she finishes punching her new address into the GPS and leans back in her seat. We do the ride mostly in silence, aside from work talk and chit chat about nighttime traffic in the ATL, with the radio playing smooth Jazz on 107.5 in the background. I look over at her every few minutes, wondering why she pushes me away and hides so much of herself from me. We could certainly be something special together. I reach out with my right hand and massage her thigh.

Brazille places her hand on top of mine just as we pull into her circular driveway.
“I am so happy that you are sharing this milestone with me,”
she says, looking hesitant and vulnerable in a way that I’ve never seen from her.

“I am honored that you are allowing me too,” I tell her. “There’s no place else I’d rather be right now.”
I put the truck in park and kill the engine. She leans over and we lock lips. How I have missed tasting her sweet lips.

Once we finish kissing, we get out and I follow Brazille into the house through her front door. She gives me a quick tour of the house and I have to admit this is exactly the type of crib I would have imagined Brazille would have. It certainly fits her better than that apartment.

“Two orders of business we need to address first, O,”
she says- all business now
.

“What’s that?”
I feel my left eyebrow raising, not knowing where this is going.

“Well one: we will be sleeping on the floor tonight and two: I have been dying for some Chinese food,”
she tells me, her smile lighting up the room and making my heart jump. Well, not just my heart…

“I am fine as long as I am with you baby girl. You know I love to…eat,”
I say, winking at her.
She gives me a naughty school girl smile and blows me a kiss.

Brazille orders the Chinese food and we just lay on the carpet in the living room and talk while we wait. While she seems less guarded than usual, I take the opportunity to try and get some insight into this woman who is stealing my heart.

I lie back on the carpet and pull B over on top of me. We share a few kisses and I pop the first question.
“Brazille, why do you keep pushing me away?”
I ask her
.
She looks at me and rolls her sexy eyes. She tries to get up but I hold her in place.
“Tonight, you can’t run from me B. We will have a great night together and then you will avoid me for days at a time, why?”

She traces my lips with her pointer finger as she stares into my eyes.
“Omari, we have just been hanging out and I feel like things are perfect just the way they are. You not happy with the sex or something?”
she asks sarcastically. She gives me the side eye like ‘nigga try to play unsatisfied’ as she sits up on my pelvis.

I take my pointer finger and my middle finger and lightly trace the imprint of her lower lips through her pants. She shivers at my touch.
“Brazille, I am extremely satisfied with the sex but honestly I am about more than that and I know you are too.”
The doorbell rings and Brazille jumps to her feet like a drowning person coming up for air; I can almost hear her saying to herself ‘saved by the bell’ as she slides her heels back on. She walks over to the door to get the food. I catch up to B just as she opens the door. I grab my wallet out of my right back pocket and paid for the food, generously tipping of course.

“Thank you. You really didn’t have to do that.”

“I know but I wanted to and I want you to start letting me do so much more.”
I lick my lips and begin walking towards her and she flirts back by biting her bottom lip and slaps me on the ass as I pass her, headed to set the food on the countertop. “Watch out now girl,” I tell her laughing.

“O, let’s go sit poolside and eat. We can dangle our feet in the pool.”
She was already on her way to the refrigerator before I could respond. I picked up the box of food and she grabs a Pepsi and a Guinness from the refrigerator and heads towards the patio doors.
“How did you know that I like this beer?”

“I do my homework as well,”
she says as she steps out onto the patio and winks her eye. I chuckle as I follow close behind her watching her sexy ass switch from side to side.

“You are something else.”

She sets the drinks alongside the pool and bends down to remove her heels. I do the same with the food, remove my dress shoes and socks and laugh to myself as I roll up my dress pants. We take a seat on the edge at the deep end of the pool and let our legs hang in the cool refreshing water. We start to eat and just enjoying each other’s company.
“Thank goodness I wanted Chinese because we have absolutely no dinnerware right now!”
Brazille says laughing out loud over her dumplings.

“What made you want to move over here before you got everything moved in? Seems like that would make things more comfortable.”
She hesitates and
I see
her eyes dart from side to side like she is trying to think of the perfect response.

“I was just too excited and ready to be out of that apartment and I couldn’t get the moving company for another almost two weeks so…I decided to bring my clothes and toiletries and wing the rest,”
she replies, sounding guarded again. I shake my head and put my chopsticks down.

“B, open up to me love.”
She leans over and dabs my lip with a napkin to remove an errant drop of soy sauce or something from the corner of my mouth.
“A woman that shows me as much attention and affection as you show me when we are together has to be feeling something for a Brotha. Why are you denying it? I’m here for you, baby,”
I tell her, looking deep into her eyes.

She sighs and looks down into the pool at her reflection like she is trying to figure herself out.
“I have done some horrible things to people in my past that now looking back I wouldn’t have done. People have also done some hurtful things to me. I regret so many decisions that I have made and I just suffer because nothing I do now can change them. I feel like keeping people at a distance is what protects them and me.”
I see the sadness and pain all over her face.

I reach over and touch her chin with my finger, gently turning her face towards mine.
“I have been hurt in my past and done things in my past too that I am not proud of,” I tell her, “and there are certainly things that as I look back on them I would have handled differently. Brazille you make me want to try to love again.”

Tears roll down her cheeks as she shakes her head back and forth telling me,
“You don’t know what you are saying.”

“Brazille,”
I say as I take a napkin and dab the tears from her face, “
I know exactly what I am saying. It takes more than one beer and a beautiful woman to get me messed up.”
I smile to try to lighten the mood and put a smile back on her face.

“You do, huh?”
Brazille yells suddenly.
“You really want to be involved with a woman who aborted her child?!”
She leaps up and runs back into the house. I pull my feet out of the water and follow as quickly as I can.

I catch her just as she reaches the bathroom door. I spin her around and pull her into my arms. I hold tightly as she cries, her tears large and hot against my chest.
“I got you baby girl. I got you.”

Five minutes later she lifts her head, wipes her eyes with the back of her hand and says,
“I am sorry for my behavior. And I’m even more embarrassed that I brought up something that has nothing to do with you and doesn’t do anything to shed a positive light on my character. I have been really emotional lately, with everything that is going on the salon and the house and- just so I don’t have to hear your mouth about it later- the new car I will be picking up soon.”

“We will talk about the new car later, but I need you to know something: an abortion doesn’t make me think any less of you. I am sure you had your reasons and that is all that is important. Outside of that, it’s none of my business until and unless you want it to be.”

“The reasons may be the things that would change your opinion of me...”
She diverts her eyes from me to the ceiling, as if holding back more tears.

“What does that mean, Brazille?”

“Nothing, Omari, nothing. I don’t want to talk about it right now”

“Look love, I want you mistakes, flaws and all.”

She stares into my eyes like she is trying to see the truth in my soul. Suddenly, she kisses me and pulls me into the bathroom. She strips off her blouse and drops it and her bra to the floor before stepping out of her pants and a pair of panties so small and sexy that I’m not sure if I only imagine them. I follow suit and hastily remove my clothes as well. Before my shirt can hit the floor, Brazille squats down in from to me and begins to stroke my already erect manhood. She then takes all of it into her warm wet mouth, her soft lips caressing first the helmet then the shaft. She works me until I am as hard as I can ever remember being. She lets my dick fall out of her mouth with a popping sound as she turns around puts the toilet cover down. She places her hands on the cover and spreads her legs for me. The sweet invitation of her coral canal can’t be denied so I slide my rod into her sweet inferno. As my 9.5 inches slowly disappears inside of her, she begins to moan for me. She almost brought me to my peak with her mouth game, so as I begin to stroke and feel her walls clinch around my dick, I feel myself getting close to a climax. She reaches back between her legs and begins to play with her clit and spreading her outer lips open, getting her fingers nice and wet. Then she reaches back, putting her fingers in my mouth so that I can taste her sweet nectar. I start to slide all of the way in and out of her, letting her feel every inch of my pulsing Black steel. She turns back around, her elbows now on the back of the toilet, and begins to play with herself again as I increase the speed of my strokes. The taste of her on my lips, the sight of her cream coating my dick and the sight of her big sexy ass rippling as I pound her from behind proving to be too much for me. I grip her hips, calling her name as I explode into her, unable and unwilling to hold back any longer. Apparently she couldn’t either because I hear her moans increase and feel her body shiver as we erupt together. It felt so good, that I forgot to pull out; lost under the spell of her screaming my name and our mutual impending orgasms the only thing I could remember to do was keep stroking. I sure hope she is on the pill.

I don’t know where we are headed from here but I sure love the way it feels!