Chapter 16 Kennedy #2
“Your ass can’t drive for shit!” Lexi shouted, turning on her camera to record Savvy veering onto the grass and then realigning with the path. “She’s going to crash before we get to the first hole.”
Savvy reached back a hand to flick a middle finger at the camera before asking, “Where’s the first hole again?”
“Oh, hell nah! Kennedy, take the damn wheel.”
Kennedy laughed and relaxed into her seat as she did a haste scan of the faces blurring past. She bit her lip as her worries got the better of her.
If she didn’t locate Tolliver to find out the information she needed, there wasn’t shit else she could do in the short window left before Relic’s arrest.
She didn’t have a backup plan, and that unsettled her fucking stomach.
Laughter floating around her, as the cart screeched to a stop, forced her to plaster on a smile although she’d been zoned out. It made her realize how easy it was for Relic to drift inside of his head and get lost there when he had too much on his mind.
“Okay, before we embarrass ourselves, I need y’all to take pictures for my new page,” Lexi told them as they got out of the cart and fixed their outfits.
“What’s your new page for?” Kennedy quizzed.
“I’m doing clothing hauls. I know, everyone felt like I should take the offer to help Nu, but I want to do my own thing.
Something I enjoy, and I love to shop. I love getting cute, and I love showing off how good I look doing it.
It’s bitches getting paid out the ass to get dressed in front of a camera.
I figured, I’d tap in and then possibly transition to personal shopping or styling. ”
“Yes! I love that for you!” Savvy exclaimed, and Lexi looked genuinely shocked.
“Really? I thought y’all might think that it’s basic, or I was taking the easy route.”
“Girl, get it how the fuck you live,” Kennedy stressed.
“You see Titan and Michi make big bank off social media, so why can’t you?
Savvy even told you that you can make money off your looks alone, and I agree with her.
Why not capitalize off being the sexy, stylish ass baby momma of a hot up and coming rapper? ”
“Exactly! My dream job!”
Nubia fell out laughing before saying, “Lexi, I can’t take you serious.”
“I’m for real, girl. You know the funny thing, though?
The day Savvy called out my bullshit and said that, it gave me the idea.
It hit me like, damn, I really can make a living off being a fly ass bitch.
I already started copping outfits to record my hauls, and I redecorated my room.
My money is tight, but I’m not going to ask Pierre for help. I want to do it myself.”
“I’m about to cry,” Savvy gushed, fanning her face. “I know it seems small now, but you’re going to be so proud of yourself later. Do I get a thanks for the idea?”
“Hell no, after you read me for filth! We’re past it, but I’m not thanking your ass.”
“Would you thank me if I suggest to Relic letting you style the team for their concert?”
“Do I get paid?”
“Of course.”
“I love you, girl. Thank you so much!” Lexi laid it on thick, hugging Savvy as they laughed. “We need a picture with all of us, so I can remember the day I got my first gig as a fashion stylist. Oh, excuse me!”
Kennedy hid behind her hand when Lexi waved over a random red head who was moseying past. The woman’s stride slowed before she peered over, causing Kennedy to awe at her freckled face, brows matching a sleek ponytail, and green eyes surrounded by distinct features that were a dead giveaway.
It stunned Kennedy realizing the woman was black.
“Babe, you are so pretty. Can you do us a favor?” Lexi asked her, getting right to the point since a cute face didn’t impress her. She saw one in the mirror every day. “Could you take a picture of us?”
“Of course.”
The modelesque figured red head traipsed over, and Lexi passed her the phone before smoothing a hand across her skintight pleated dress clinging to her new breasts and tapered waistline. She was grateful Promise hadn’t ruined her coke bottle shape.
Kennedy moved in next to her girls, lining up to pose like the baddies they were before they took another with their arms linked. As much as Kennedy kept them out of her business and at a distance because she feared opening up to anyone; she considered those finicky ass bitches her friends.
“You all look so beautiful,” their mock photographer lauded. “Are you new members?”
“We’re just visiting for the day. I’m sure it’s our first and last time, though. The host wasn’t welcoming at all,” Kennedy explained.
“My first time was the same, and my husband made me join for that reason. He said if they didn’t like me here, then I should stay and make their asses uncomfortable on their turf.”
“You know what, I like the way your husband thinks. I’m Kennedy.”
“Abiza.”
“Uhm, excuse me. I’m Savvy, and I have a question. Do you know how to golf, or you just come to look cute?”
Abiza laughed before answering, “My husband is still teaching me the ropes, but I can show you all the basics. I have a little time before he’s calling to see why I’m not on the way home.”
“Let’s do it then.”
The ladies scrambled to grab their golf bags from the cart and proceeded to their first tee box.
Abiza stuck a tee in the ground, placed a ball on top, and began instructing them on their stance, grip, and alignment before taking a swing that hit the ball a decent distance away.
She made it look so easy that Kennedy tried second but missed the ball three times before finally hitting it a few feet away.
Nubia went after her, then Lexi, and Savvy last. Every single one of them sucked the same.
“So, what do you girls do?” Abiza asked, cracking up when Savvy swung her club so hard it flew from her grip, making her gasp before she ran after it.
“Butterfingers there is a freelance accountant. She also owns a restaurant. I co-own and manage a hair salon. Big bootie there, is an esthetician and manager as well. Our fly girl is an aspiring fashion stylist. She just booked her first clients next weekend for a concert.”
“Oh, wow. You’re all so young and accomplished. We need more black women here like you to piss them off.”
“Okay!” Lexi exclaimed with a point at Abiza. “I like you, honey. What do you do, and how old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Thirty-five, and I’m an attorney.”
“What?!” Nubia gawked. “Not you hyping us up, and you’re getting to a big bag. Y’all know Toot wants to be an attorney. What’s your field?”
“I’m a contract attorney. I’m hired by companies on a project basis to draft and negotiate their contracts. I ensure the clarity and legality of them. In some cases, I settle their disputes if issues or breaches arise.”
Kennedy stared at Abiza like she’d found the winning numbers to the mega millions.
“You have a business card? I might need your service in the near future because I’ve signed a couple of contracts that I would love looked over. An attorney did draft them, but he works for the person who I made the deals with.”
“Do not ever do that,” Abiza stressed. Kennedy didn’t take the seriousness in her voice lightly. “That is a conflict of interest. Always have your own attorney. Here.”
Abiza dug in her crossbody bag, retrieving one of her business cards she kept on hand. Kennedy slipped it into her bag, knowing she’d use it sooner than later. When she looked up, Abiza was staring at her phone with a pinched expression.
“Well, if you ladies don’t mind, I can hang around for a bit longer since my husband has to go into the office on a fucking Saturday. Is it my swing?”
Savvy nodded with haste and held out the club while Nubia sniggered, knowing a pissed off wife when she saw one.
“How long have you been married?”
Abiza teed her ball and swung, sending it flying over a sand bunker. “Five frustrating ass years. Are any of you married?”
“I’m newly divorced. Savvy is newly married.”
“Congrats to you both.”
Kennedy laughed at that and stepped up for her turn. She cocked back, swinging with all her energy just to miss the ball. The second swing connected but sent the golf ball straight into the bunker.
“Nope. I’m not about to fight with no damn sand. I’m putting the ball right back in the grass,” she warned them. “If it’s cheating, call it what you want.”
Lexi fanned her off. “Girl, as much as this dumb shit costs, we can make our own rules.”
“I don’t think that’s how the concept of golf works.”
A masculine but semi-familiar voice from behind sent Kennedy’s gaze over a shoulder.
Her stomach flipped as a smiling Tolliver tipped his head at her in greeting.
A flock of white men were behind him with their eyes on her girls as if their fetishes were kicking into overdrive. She smiled and strolled toward them.
“We’ll if it isn’t Tolli. Long time, no see.”
“You did say our next meeting would be on the golf course. I guess you called it.”
“Tolli?” one of his buddies repeated, giving his pals a playful look. “Sounds like you know her well, Tolliver.”
“She’s a friend of a friend, but Ms. Kennedy is one of those women you tend to remember.”
“I can tell.”
“Eww,” Lexi muttered behind Kennedy, making her stifle a laugh before addressing Tolliver.
“You think you can spare a few minutes? I promise, I won’t take up too much of your time.”
“Of course. You guys go ahead without me. I’ll catch up.”
Tolliver shooed his friends ahead, but they walked up to Kennedy’s girls instead, making Tolliver shake his head before holding out a hand for Kennedy to walk first. After she did so, he took the opportunity to appreciate the view of her ass stretching out the clingy material of her skort as they strolled to the golf cart path for privacy.
“How’s Logan doing?” That was Kennedy’s question once they were alone. Tolliver chuckled.
“No need for pleasantries. I’m sure that Logan is the last thing you care to know or hear about.”