Chapter Twelve #2
“No definitely not. They aren’t like boyfriend and girlfriend.
They are clearly just friends. He has pulled her out of her shell, and she doesn’t look like that same sad person that started.
She’s healing,” Shelly said proudly as she watched Ny’Airy walk to the back.
I fought the urge to make the vomiting noise.
I didn’t want to hear shit about friendship.
That’s how it always started. Confiding in each other, getting lunch together turned into having dinner, that turned into dates.
I knew that game, and I was too mature to play it.
Cozart and I didn’t start off as friends because I don’t have to friendzone myself to get a nigga’s attention unlike weak ass Ny’Airy.
“She better not heal too hard around Co because he’s going to break her in two like he’s done all the rest of them,” I said as I began wiping down the counter, pretending I didn’t care.
My phone buzzed and it was right on time.
Retail therapy sounded a whole lot better than watching Cozart and Ny’Airy and their fake ass friendship.
I slipped my phone out of my pocket and noticed there was another notification from Chase.
“Hey, Shelly. Watch the front for me for a few minutes. I’m gonna run to my car.”
“Go ahead,” she said.
I grabbed my purse and headed outside. The evening air felt cool against my skin and the sun had finally set.
The parking lot was empty, aside from a few cars sprinkled throughout.
I walked past the juice bar next door and pulled at the handle to see if it was open.
I could really go for a Late-Night Hookups.
It had a silly name, but it was a pomegranate, and cranberry juice, with fruit sliced in it.
It was my favorite drink on the menu. The door was locked and I looked up in the corner to see the closed sign flipped around.
It had a clock saying he would return in thirty minutes.
I sighed and walked away over into the rows of cars.
I noticed a slight movement from the corner of my eye, and I noticed a car rocking.
My eyes went wide as I dialed 911 assuming someone’s car was being broken into.
I held my hand over the green call button but didn’t press it, as I stooped to get a closer look.
The car was actually a jeep, and it was Brick’s Porsche.
I walked on the other side, staying crouched to the ground, but I didn’t see anyone outside of it.
“What the hell is she doing in there?” I muttered to myself as I walked over to the car and lifted slightly.
Her windows were tinted, so I had to lean in and place my hands above my eyes to block the light behind me.
In the backseat, Brick lay with her legs wide open, and Zumo was crouched down with his face in her pussy.
He was shirtless, and you could see his muscles, and tattoos.
I bit my bottom lip and held my knees together tightly to keep my pussy from throbbing violently as I watched him eat her pussy passionately.
He held her legs in his hands and took his time like neither of them had anywhere better to be.
Watching him eat her pussy made me yearn for my best eater.
I had been ignoring Cozart because he kept asking me about the pregnancy but maybe it was time to call him.
I snuck away from the car and walked through the rows until I found my jeep.
I climbed inside, locked the doors, and leaned my seat back.
I smiled as I pulled out my phone and went over to Louis Vuitton’s website.
I wanted the new luggage, a few bottles of perfume, and a few bags.
If today had taught me anything, it was that revenge deserved a reward.
After filling my cart with all of the things I wanted, the balance came out to twelve thousand dollars.
I went over to the banking app so I could get the digital card and the smile slowly disappeared from my face.
I blinked quickly as my stomach fell down into my ass.
I refreshed the screen four times, and each time the balance showed the same thing.
“No,” I groaned as I refreshed it again.
Every bit of excitement I’d been carrying around all day evaporated in an instant.
I stared at the screen, trying to convince myself I was looking at the wrong account.
I logged out and used Ny’Airy’s credentials to log back in, and nothing changed.
The balance was showing negative four dollars and twenty-five cent.
Every cent had been wiped out of the system including a few extra dollars that weren’t even available in the account.
I went over to my notifications, and I felt sick to my stomach, the alert from earlier was a notification from Chase bank saying that the wire transfer from Ny’Airy Buckle to Ajibola Akinfenwa was complete.
“THAT SCAMMING BASTARD!” I screamed at the top of my lungs and banged the steering wheel angrily.
AK had fucked me good, put me to sleep with his big horse dick, and went through my manilla folder.
He hadn’t taken anything, so I assumed he had gone away quietly.
He had probably taken pictures of all my files while I was drooling on the pillow.
“YOU DUMB BITCH HOW COULD YOU TRUST HIM?” I yelled at myself as I placed my head in my hands praying that he wasn’t about to do worst damage than this.
I had a method of doing shit that ensured I flew under the radar, but this nigga had no loyalties to Brick & Co, so nothing was off limits.
He could create fake accounts for every person in that folder and it never come back on him.
“This shit is about to blow up in your face, your best bet is to turn in your resignation letter, leave your condo, and get the hell out of Atlanta before you end up in jail,” I said to myself angrily. To hell with Cozart, Ny’Airy, and Brick & Co. I needed to leave!
My phone pinged, and I wiped my tears before going over to my messages. It was Cozart and I didn’t feel like being bothered with his shit. Before I could ignore the message, another one came through from him. He had never double texted me before. I clicked on the message to open it.
FN DEAD BEAT: I’m Sorry.
FN DEAD BEAT: I was thinking about my own needs the whole time and didn’t even consider what you wanted.
That wasn’t right. Would you like to come over to talk?
Not to a hotel, to my place. I can make us dinner, and we can talk about how you are doing and next steps for the baby. I will support whatever you decide.
My eyes filled with tears again and this time they ran down my face. Ny’ Airy really was making him a better man. The Cozart I knew didn’t apologize for shit. He was actually trying to treat me like a human being instead of a blow-up doll he had nutted inside of.
“If you had come at me like this from the beginning, we probably wouldn’t be in this shit,” I groaned. My stomach twisted.
This wasn’t about feeling sorry for Ny’Airy.
This was about damage control.
If AK had emptied Ny’Airy’ s account, there was no telling whose information he’d copied. Mine. Brick’s. Every member in that damn folder.
If this exploded, I could go to prison for a long time.
ME: Thank you for apologizing and being nice to me. I would love to come over. Send me the day and address and I will be there.
I couldn’t go to the police without incriminating myself, but if I could convince Cozart that a stranger I slept with in Miami hacked into my computer and stole a bunch of files, I could get ahead of this shit and look like a victim like everyone else.
FN DEAD BEAT: How about tomorrow night 8pm? My address is 789 Wilshire Lane, Brookhaven Ga 30000, bring your appetite.
ME: I sure will. See you then.
I closed out of the messaging app and went over to my cart on the Louis Vuitton website.
I deleted every item from my cart until it sat completely empty. I stared at the new total in disappointment.
$0.00
If it hadn’t been for that rush in the gym, I could have ordered my shit earlier.
“African Bastard,” I muttered as I shoved my phone back into my purse.
“I really wanted that damn luggage.”