14. Blessing
“I hope they don’t have a long wait time. I’m literally starving. My stomach is touching my back.” Taryn groaned as we walked into Betty’s Brunch Spot. We’d all agreed to meet up for brunch, but Symone couldn’t make it. Saint didn’t have physical therapy because he was shooting with BodyAde today.
I laughed, walking up to the host stand to give her our name.
“Well, lucky for you, I already requested a table on the ride over.” I turned towards the hostess, giving her my name.
She escorted us to our booth and placed three menus on the table before letting us know our server would be with us shortly.
“I already know what I’m getting, I looked up the menu as soon as we decided on where we’d be eating,” Chanel said, dancing in her seat to the live DJ. He was currently playing a mix of throwback songs.
“Of course you did. Too bad Symone was busy. I wish she could’ve come.” I poked my bottom lip out, pouting.
“Uh, naw, she’s good wherever she’s at,” Chanel said, rolling her eyes.
“Oop. Why you say that?” Taryn asked, her eyebrows raised in confusion.
“Her vibe was weird. When Blessing said bye to everyone, she didn’t respond, and she rolled her eyes. I don’t know what the hell her problem was.”
“I didn’t see the eye roll. Maybe she was just tired.” I shrugged.
“Her mood did shift randomly. She was quiet the whole ride back to her place when Rome and I dropped her off.” Taryn added.
“Good afternoon, ladies. My name is Blossom, and I’ll be your server for the evening.
Today, we have $10 bottomless mimosas in 4 different flavors.
We have mango passionfruit, pineapple strawberry, watermelon, and peach lemonade.
Are any of you interested in them?” The server asked, pulling her notepad and pen from her apron.
We each took turns ordering the flavor of our choice and a few appetizers.
“Perfect, I’ll be back with those drinks and appetizers.
” She smiled, then walked off to put the order in.
“Ooo I cannot wait to taste that mango passionfruit mimosa. I know it’s going to be so good. I should’ve added a shot of tequila.” I said as I looked over the menu.
“Right. I already know I’m getting one in each flavor. Thank God we got a driver.” Taryn responded, slapping hands with Chanel.
“Oh, Blessing, look, GossipInTheCove reposted those pictures you posted the other day. The comments are going crazy. I told you, you looked good as hell. That’s why Moo couldn’t keep his eyes off you all damn night.
” Chanel teased and passed her phone to me.
I looked over the comment section, laughing at the men and women thirsting over me.
“You might as well spill the beans. I know you finally gave it up. He turned your ass every way but loose, didn’t he?” Taryn asked. Blossom returned with our drinks and appetizers, then took our entrée orders before leaving again to put them in.
I took a sip of my mimosa and grinned, “And did! It was so good, too. That man put me through the damn mattress. Fucked up knee and all. I’ve never been fucked like that before.”
“Oh, I know that’s right, sista. That football player dick hits different as fuck.” Taryn said, grabbing one of the mini cinnamon roll appetizers.
“Sooo, I need to get a football player? Got it.” Chanel said, nodding.
“Girl the fuck bye. Dru ain’t going for that. You can’t even stay out of that man’s skin.” I teased.
“Dru ain’t my man. I’m single as hell and can do whatever the fuck I want to.” She rolled her eyes, finishing the rest of her mimosa.
“Damn, what’d he do? Y’all were just cool this morning.” I asked.
“Nothing, I’m just not going to put all my eggs in one basket. Plus, you know I don’t like messing with street niggas. I ain’t tryna get my feelings too invested. The sex is good, but he cannot be my husband.” She shrugged.
“What happened to the guy you went and got hibachi with? Jalen, right?” I questioned.
Chanel sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. “Girl, I cut that nigga off. You know how the chef squirts Sake into someone’s mouth? He was literally leaning back in his chair to catch that shit and did it for over thirty seconds. That shit gave me the ick!” She explained with her face scrunched up.
Taryn and I burst into laughter. “Oh hell naw. I know you fuckin’ lying! I would’ve walked out and left his ass there.” I snickered.
“If I’m lying, I’m flying, and I ain’t got no wings. Dru’s cool though. I’ll enjoy his time while I have it. I know I’m not his only bitch anyway. He hangs with Messiah so I know that nigga gets around.”
“Oh girl, not too much on my brother. He’s calmed down a lot. Him and Gia have been together for a minute.”
“They are not in a relationship.” Chanel rolled her eyes again and finished the rest of her drink.
“How you know that?” Taryn asked.
“Rightttt. You gotta choose Nel. You can’t have Siah and Dru, that’s messy.”
“Blessing, please. Nobody wants Messiah.” We all laughed before Chanel changed the subject. Part of me felt like her and Messiah were more than they claimed, but she would never keep a secret like that from me.
The server returned with our food and refills on our mimosas. By the time we finished our brunch, we were good and drunk. It seemed like all the champagne in the drink went straight to my pussy. I was supposed to take my ass home, but I’d asked the driver to drop me off at Saint’s house instead.
I used my thumbprint to let myself into the house.
I wasn’t sure if he was home yet because I didn’t let him know I was coming.
I kicked my heels off and skipped upstairs into his bedroom.
There were clothes sprawled around the floor, and I could hear the shower going.
I was butt ass naked by the time I walked into the bathroom.
I pulled the shower door open, causing Saint to jump.
He was seated on the bench, letting the water pour over him.
“Damn baby, you scared the shit outta me.” He chuckled, pulling me into him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my lips against his.
“Sorry, Papa. I wanted to surprise you. I missed you, real bad.” His hands slid down my waist onto my ass.
“Where the girls at?” He asked, backing up until he was seated on the bench.
“Messiah has them until the game Thursday.”
Instead of responding, he hungrily kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth.
I climbed into his lap, never breaking the kiss.
My hand wrapped around his already hard length, rubbing his tip up and down my clit before sliding down onto him until I reached the base of his dick.
I moaned into his mouth as he gripped my hips, pumping upward inside of me.
His thrusts were long and hard; I knew he was about to have me walking funny again.
After we finished in the shower, I threw on one of his shirts and fell asleep. I was in a deep sleep when I heard my phone constantly dinging on the nightstand. I yawned and looked around the room.
“Your phone has been going crazy for the past few minutes,” Saint said, passing it to me.
He was standing on the side of the bed with his gaming headset on and his PS5 controller in his hand.
“I heard that shit through my headphones.” He placed a kiss on my forehead before going back towards the couch to continue playing his game.
I unlocked my phone and looked at the notifications. Chanel, Taryn, Symone, and I had created a group chat the night we went out, and it was going crazy right now. Chanel had sent a link to an Instagram post from GossipInTheCove. I clicked the link and rolled my eyes at the post.
GossipInTheCove: Is it shade or a coincidence?
Covies, earlier we reposted a picture of #BlessingCarter looking good this past weekend.
A few minutes ago, we were sent a screen recording of #MariahHampton, the ex-girlfriend of #SaintSimmons, quoting the lyrics to rapper Latto’s Brokey.
“You won’t catch me in no shark boots, y’all burnt ‘em out.” Is there beef brewing?
I went back to the group chat’s text thread.
Chanel: Omg that bitch is so fucking pressed.
Taryn: literally. She worried about the wrong shit!
Symone: She probably wasn’t even talking about her. It’s weird to even assume she was.
Chanel: Symone, don’t pmo fr.
Symone: Girl I’m just saying. What reason would she even have to be talking about Blessing?
Taryn: Symone bffr. Blessing already told us how the bitch was shading her when she first started working for Saint.
Chanel: Exactly. Fuck you being weird for? That bitch must be her friend or something.
Symone: I’m just saying. Mariah is probably just posting a song. Don’t think too much into it. But anyway. I’ll ttyl.
That was the last message in the group chat before a new one was created, without Symone.
Chanel: I told y’all that bitch is weird as hell. Why the fuck is she going so hard for Mariah?
Taryn: Right. Mariah never came around us when she was with Saint so idk what her problem is.
Blessing: What the fuck is even going on? I just woke up
My phone started to ring, indicating an incoming group FaceTime call.
“That bitch is such a weirdo. She don’t need to hang around us no more. Taryn, leave that girl at home from now on.” Chanel ranted as soon as the call connected.
I laughed, getting comfortable underneath the comforter. “Girl, yeah, I read all that shit. She knows damn well that bitch was being shady. Saint better check her ass.”
“I’m sorry for bringing her around. I didn’t know she was weird like that. Shit, I just met her not too long ago, my damn self at the Pilates class I go to on the weekends.”
“You’re good girl. It’s not your fault she’s a weirdo. Now, back to Mariah, I don’t know what the hell her problem is, but she has me fucked up. I’ll hurt her feelings quick as hell. She has no reason to be throwing shots at me. There’s no way she could even know about me and Moo.”
“Why y’all talking about me?” Moo said, climbing into bed next to me. He’d gotten off the game to come over here and be nosey.