Chapter 7
Desiree’ Jacobs
Disloyal. Sneaky. Selfish. Money hungry.
Manipulative. Arrogant. Reckless. See, those were words that people may use to describe me and if I’m being honest, they wouldn’t be wrong, because I damn sure was guilty of a whole lot of shit that would have had me in a body bag a long time ago, if I wasn’t so good at covering up my discrepancies.
That was also proof that while I had many negative characteristics, there wasn’t a soul that could call me stupid.
And that was why I was confused with how Fame and Honesty thought they could play in my face.
I was a whole lot of things, but slow and naive, I would never be.
Nobody had to tell me that there was some funny shit going on between the two of them, I just knew that there was.
Stevie Wonder could see that Honesty had done a drastic change during her extremely short trip and it just so happened to align with a few days that Fame had gone missing.
Now I was on a mission to see if their paths had crossed then and something went down or had I been too busy with my own sneakiness that I had been missing obvious signs for a while now.
Whatever it was, the energy between the two of them was so damn thick that it nearly choked me at dinner.
Hell, for a second, I thought they both played in my face and left together, until she came back to the table, letting us know that she needed to leave as soon as possible because she was sick.
It was fucked up that she rushed out of there so quick, she had no idea that Fame had also left me and I had to get a ride with Justin.
At least, that’s what I initially thought, but on the ride home, something clicked in my head.
I truly felt like them both rushing out was a set up and that they had left us there in order to link up together.
When I voiced that assumption, Justin acted as if I was simply being insecure.
He really thought that Honesty was too classy to go out that way, his words not mine.
The shit annoyed me because the entire time we sat at the table during their initial absence, I slick tried throwing shade her way but he wasn’t biting.
According to the both of them, him and the bitch barely knew each other but he was claiming that she was wife material.
Shit, maybe she was but the fact that I ended up nutting all on his big dick that night, proved that he damn sure wasn’t husband material.
I would like to say that I didn’t know what came over me in that moment to make me even go there with him, but that would be a blatant lie.
I wasn’t acting out of the normal or anything, that was simply me being me!
Contrary to how I dressed this shit up, I grew up nothing more than trailer park trash.
I was the product of an interracial affair and unfortunately, my mother’s karma for fucking on my married father didn’t just stop at her, the bitch hit me too.
Though I turned heads any and everywhere I went now, growing up, the only things turning were people’s noses when I came around.
I would love to say that it was only that way with strangers, but nope, my family treated me the worst. I guess I was being punished right along with my mother for her role in sleeping with her sister’s husband and having the nerves to produce a bastard.
Imagine how that shit affected me as a child.
I had nothing to do with nothing my grown ass parents had going on, but you couldn’t tell them that shit.
As if the temporary mistreatment wasn’t enough when I went to visit, my mother decided that if she couldn’t have my father, she didn’t want me.
I was dumped on my grandmother’s raggedy ass porch like yesterday’s garbage.
That shit was already a lot to swallow but the fact that from that day forward, I was treated like shit from people that couldn’t see past my hoe ass mama, forever changed me.
I was left with scars that ran so deep there was no fixing me.
I was labeled a fuck up from the moment I came into this world, and maybe they were right.
Something had to be wrong with me mentally after the years of abuse I suffered as a child because it never bothered me to snake anyone, as long as the outcome put me in a better position.
Hell, sometimes the better position was literally nothing more than me reminding myself and any other bitch that forgot, that despite where I came from, there’s no one above the bitch I reinvented myself to be.
Nobody would look at me today and imagine how I was once treated because the bitch I was today, never gave weak!
There wasn’t a bitch that didn’t want to be me or a nigga that didn’t want to be with me, even if he didn’t admit it.
This was quite literally my world, and I ran a tight ship.
Which is why I was on a mission to regain control of the reigns.
For me, that began with popping in on Honesty and getting some clarity on a few things.
See, I knew that I would get nowhere with approaching Fame and I wasn’t in a rush to have him shit on my feelings again.
We hadn’t been seeing eye to eye for a while now and it was all his fault.
He was trying to switch up in what I felt was the worst way and that was why I was playing with fire without a single ounce of fear about getting burned.
While he was placing himself on a sinking ship, I was ready to board the next yacht.
I was so focused on making sure that I was fully in position to abandon the ship before it fully sunk that I was moving sloppy and fucked up what I had built with Fame, prematurely.
My saving grace was that despite just how sloppily I was moving, he was too preoccupied to notice the depth of my betrayal.
I am more than sure that if he knew anything beyond the fact that I had stepped out on him, it would be slow singing and flower bringing for me and my extra willing participant.
Hell, I just knew we were busted the night this new Honesty appeared.
The fact that Fame knew something was up but didn’t care was another sign that his attention was elsewhere.
All I know is, his attention better not be where the fuck I think it is.
Whipping my car into the spot right beside Honesty’s, I grabbed my purse and luggage from my car, hit the alarm and made my way to the elevators.
With each step I took in my heels, the sound echoed off the marble flooring of her nice ass apartment complex.
I was renting a home that was nice as hell, but still I was envious of what she had here.
On top of that, after the way she decorated her unit, even though I paid someone to decorate my house, she was still shitting on me.
Making an effort to wipe the disdain from my face, I paused at her door when I heard her speaking on the phone.
Placing my ear to the door, I listened carefully to hear any sign that she was on the phone with Fame.
I knew that I would soon be leaving him in the dust and shouldn’t care, but I did.
Not because I loved him or anything like that, but because I refused to be left for the next bitch.
Nah, I did the leaving, not the other way around.
I was so focused on trying to make out words, that I ignored the obvious signs of Honesty coming to the door, until I damn near fell in when she opened it.
“What the fuck! Des, why are you standing at the door like a creep? Then you’re unannounced with a suitcase.
Did you and Fame have a falling out or something?
” I didn’t ignore how annoyed she seemed to be at my presence, which is completely opposite of the attitude she had towards me before she left.
“Of all things, why would you assume that me and my man had a falling out? And even if we did, do I look like the type to be assed out, if shit went left between me and a nigga?” I questioned.
Without waiting for an invitation, I pushed myself in and took notice of a few changes she had made since I had last been here.
“Well, I can’t think of a different reason you would show up here with luggage… unannounced.” Spinning on my heels, I faced her just as she damn near slammed her door shut and then turned to face me.
The bitch didn’t even attempt to hide the annoyed expression on her face and took it up a notch when she folded her arms across her breast. I knew that she was waiting on an answer from me, but I was too busy taking in her appearance.
Fair enough, Honesty was gorgeous from the jump and a blind man could see that.
However, she never commanded attention the way she does now, in fact, she used to fade into the background and that was just how I liked my “friends”.
This new main character thing she was on was already getting old and I needed to get down to the bottom of what or who, brought on this change.
“Stop acting like this is something new. You know the routine, I need a cover story, and you are the only person I trust not to blow up my spot. The fact that you know what’s going on and have never run your mouth makes you my designated alibi.
” I waved her off because this was a normal routine for us, but I was thrown off by the look of confusion on her face.
I didn’t have the time to question it or her, though.
“Anyway, are you feeling any better? I mean, you don’t look sick.
You actually look like you were heading out.
” I pointed out as I eyed her curvy but toned physique in the fitted activewear set that she was wearing.