Chapter 3
Honesty Bailey
Itook pride in knowing that despite my nervousness and apprehension about how prepared I was to step into this role, I had completely killed it.
To the naked eye, it would appear that I did nothing more but got drunk and literally showed my ass all night and that couldn’t have been further from the truth.
Well, I definitely showed my ass and had fun while doing it, but I was as sober as a nun, and it was absolutely a method to my madness.
While my twin was the boy crazy one and I usually paid them dust, I realized really early on that I was the one with the gift to pull them in without ever having to do too much.
The only man that I had ever really taken seriously was so jealous about the fact that men flocked to me that his ass started getting way too comfortable calling me hoes and accusing me of cheating on him.
I tried to explain what was essentially the unexplainable but didn’t get far because not even I knew how to put it in words.
Normally, I hated the extra attention, but it came in handy on last night and I ultimately made the decision that I wouldn’t be shying away from it during this assignment.
In fact, I decided that I would be heavily tapping into my little gift if it got me closer to building a stronger case against DOA.
The plan was never to come in and alter what my sister already had set in place, but something that we were taught early on during training was the ability to quickly assess any potential risks and pivot as to minimize the blowback from said risks.
In this case, the risk that I had identified was Desiree.
Me seeing her as a risk when my sister hadn’t, actually makes sense and doesn’t make one of us a better agent over the other, but simply points out just how different we are despite obvious similarities.
You see, though we looked exactly alike, down to the birth marks we shared near our full ass lips, the way we carried ourselves was so opposite that you would have sworn we weren’t born and raised in the same household.
Where she second guessed everything that shit did and went out of her way for approval, I was almost always the most confident person in any environment and never gave a fuck what anybody thought of me or my decisions.
Because of that, we moved in two completely different ways and maybe that’s what so many people found appealing about me.
I didn’t have to fake my confidence with being loud, mean and shady, like Desiree did.
My presence spoke volumes without me saying a word and people fucked with that.
On top of that, I was a naturally fun person and who didn’t want to be around someone that lifted your spirits without even trying?
I enjoyed life too much and hated when someone was always finding problems when there was none.
Maybe that’s what made Desiree an immediate risk to me.
I couldn’t see myself faking as if I fucked with her because her misery was so damn loud that I could not ignore the shit, even if it was for the sake of staying in character.
Eventually, my facade would waver and I would end up exposing myself.
I couldn’t risk her cutting off my access to DOA as a result of her eventually noticing that I truly couldn’t stand her ass and then everything would be ruined on my account.
Instead of waiting around for the inevitable, I identified the risk and was already in the midst of pivoting.
It just sucked for Desiree that her nasty attitude made me pivot in a direction that would make shit real hard for her from this point forward.
“Damn, it smells good as hell in here.” I didn’t jump when I heard the deep voice grumble from somewhere behind me because I had heard him waking himself up for the last twenty or so minutes.
“Yeah, I know. There’s extra toothbrushes in the guest bathroom. The food will be done by the time you handle your hygi…” Why did I make the mistake of facing this man? “Fame where the hell are your clothes?”
“Shit, you ain’t wearing much either, Mocha.” He pointed out.
I looked down at my attire, a sexy red lace camisole and boy short pajama set that looked amazing against my skin tone.
Though it left damn near nothing to the imagination, it felt like I was fully clothed compared to Fame who was dressed completely opposite.
In fact, he wasn’t dressed at all. This big healthy muthafucka was standing in the dining area as naked as the day he came into this world and I was willing myself not to give his dick the attention it seemed to be begging for.
Even though I was trying to avoid making direct eye contact with that long, thick, heavy, slightly curved to the right, with bulging veins crawling up the left, chocolate dipped monster of his, that didn’t stop me from unintentionally studying it from my peripheral.
And gawd damn, that was a study guide I was sure to never forget.
“First of all, I told you my name is Honesty, not Mocha. Second of all, where the hell are your clothes? I know you didn’t sleep in my bed like that.
” I feigned an attitude. Hell, with my tossing all my weight to one leg, my arm thrown on my hip, and rolling my neck in true black gurl fashion, I was convinced that I was selling my anger over my arousal.
“And I told you that I call you what I please. Plus, I ain’t really fucking with your name. I feel like your mama named you that shit to combat the fact that she felt that yo ass wasn’t shit but a liar or something like that.”
“Nigga, how the fuck would my mama know if I was a liar or not at birth?” I asked, trying to gauge if he was clowning or if his ass was just slow.
“Mother’s intuition or some shit like that.” He shrugged as he moved towards me.
With each step, that heavy limb of his bounced from one thigh to the other and without my consent, my eyes followed.
I had to will myself to breathe before I ended up choking on air and embarrassing myself.
The smirk on his handsome face let me know that he was aware of the effect that he had on me and I didn’t like that shit.
Losing control was simply something that I couldn’t afford to do around him, yet alone while on this assignment.
In no time, Fame closed the gap between us, leaving just enough space that if I took a deep breath, we would have no choice but to touch.
“Fame, what are you doing? And where are your clothes?” I repeated my earlier question.
“I sleep naked Mocha, with yo scary ass. Don’t trip, I ain’t tryna do shit to ya.
I respect the hell out of a woman that can fight her urges as well as you can.
” He spoke before reaching behind me and snatching a strip of bacon from the plate I had it piled on.
That one move had did it and I felt just how heavy his dick was as it momentarily pressed against my midsection.
Catching my head, I scrambled away from him before I did some shit that I would regret.
“I don’t know if it’s confidence or cockiness that would make you assume that I had to fight any type of urge to keep my legs closed to a nigga that belongs to someone I know on a personal level.
” I threw over my shoulder before putting even more space between us and rushing off to my bedroom.
I could still hear his laughter and was curious as to what was so funny.
I didn’t have to wait long to find out, because moments later, him and his not so little friend followed behind me.
Instead of facing him, I stripped the bedding off of the bed as if he wasn’t there.
“Mocha, as big as that damn bed is, why you slept in the other room?” He questioned, humor evident in his tone.
“Because, a California king sized bed wouldn’t be big enough for me to comfortably share with another woman’s man.
I don’t know what type of girl you take me for Fame, but I’m not her.
Respect is just the minimum with me and you can’t honestly respect me all while trying to force me into the role of side bitch. ” I shrugged.
“Who said I was trying to make you a side bitch? Ain’t we grown?
I was just tryna see if you could do all that shit yo we’re doing in the club, on the dick.
I had no expectations on where that would go after that.
” He bluntly stated in a matter of fact tone just as my phone rang, showing Desiree’s name.
“You know what, we are both grown and I respect your honesty. But since we are being honest, if I had allowed you to see just what I can do, there would be no question where we would go from there. I would go to a police station to put a restraining order on your ass and you would go straight to jail for stalking. Get dressed, the food is getting cold.” I finished before walking out and answering my phone.
“Bitccchhhh, I’ve been calling you all morning! I need you to cover for me.” Desiree spoke before I could even greet her.
“Hello to you too Des. I’m feeling good today and yourself?” I replied in an artificially sweet tone.
“Girl, like I said, I been calling you all morning! I wanted to know what got into you yesterday! You were in rare form. And of course I wanted to know what you got into after the club.”
She kept going with her prying questions, but I was trying to decide what if anything, to tell her ass about last night’s events.
Clearly, I wasn’t about to tell her that I had her man so convinced that I was drunk that he decided to be my personal bodyguard.
Tons of DOA affiliates tried offering me rides and a time of my life and he shut all that shit down.
It was cute how he staked claim on me without meaning to.
I saw when it registered in his head what he had done, but I also saw when he declared he didn’t give a fuck and stood on business.
I didn’t have much say so in the matter when I directed him to my home.
I played coy when he not only brought me home, but invited himself in.
The truth of the matter was, I knew how this would go, but I would have to assist fate in making something worthwhile happen between Fame and me.
A man of his status and caliber was used to bitches throwing pussy at him all in an effort to lock him down.
I had no choice but to come from a different angle if I was gonna get different results.
So, I wasted no time putting space in between us when he assumed him inviting himself in my bedroom meant he had an open invitation to the pussy.
It was hard as hell, but I stood strong on playing hard to get and even locked the door, so he didn’t try to come in and convince me otherwise.
See, I could tell that he was used to chicks like Desiree who could only offer pussy and head, but he would soon learn that I came equipped with so much more.
This part of the assignment would honestly be the easiest part because there wouldn’t be much acting on my part.
In real life I was hard for a nigga to get next to, so this felt familiar.
The only thing that felt foreign was Fame himself.
Where I was from, niggas didn’t bring the type of energy he did, and I felt like that may be my downfall if I wasn’t careful.
I had never feared the unknown before, but for some reason, Fame had me moving with caution that I had never known.
It was evident from the moment I read his files that I wasn’t dealing with no regular nigga.
But he had to know, there wasn’t shit regular about Amina… I mean, Honesty.