Chapter 11
Juniper Weaver
One thing I liked about Faheem’s condo was the soft ass bed I got to sleep on.
Baby, I got some of the best sleep of my life being able to roll all over this king-sized bed.
It was Friday, a few days after my little episode with Mixie in the kitchen.
For the most part, I kept my distance from her.
It wasn’t hard because Mixie was in and out, the same with Faheem.
I got the condo to myself the majority of the time.
Faheem had a nice condo, aside from the decorations.
Whoever tried to decorate this place needed their asses whooped.
Nothing matched in any of the rooms. I got the vibe they were trying to be too artistic without an artistic bone in their body.
As soon as I got my first paycheck, my room was getting redecorated.
I wasn’t finna keep sleeping in a room that looked like a rainbow of throw up.
Five different colors in one room was too much, none of them went together either.
This shit looked a hot mess in here. From Mixie’s choice of clothing, it was clear she was the one who decorated this place.
I don’t see how Faheem dealt with this mess of decorating.
Whatever floated his boat was fine with me.
A knock on my door had me on high alert.
I didn’t trust Mixie as far as I could throw her.
I didn’t put anything past her. I got off my bed, tying my pink, floor length robe together, covering the short night gown I was wearing.
I had no plans of doing anything today. Faheem claimed he was going to go get my car from the parking garage, if it was even still there, the day we got married.
He had yet to bring it to me, so doing anything was out of the question.
I hoped he would bring it before Monday because I started back working.
Faheem thought I was stupid, but I was far from it.
My boss, Angelo, could be a mean ass nigga.
Him and his brother. I watched him fire a girl because she had to leave work early to go to the hospital with her daughter that was in a severe accident.
If you weren’t fucking someone in the family, they didn’t give a fuck about you.
Only reason Jamie got away with murder ‘cause she was fucking Ramerio, which was Angelo’s oldest son.
That’s why I was caught off guard when he offered to pay me the salary he paid me.
The fact that Faheem was able to get me my job back with no questions asked meant they had some kind of connection with each other.
I wasn’t gonna say anything. I was too happy to have my job back.
It would help keep me busy and from killing Mixie in her sleep.
Honestly, I wasn’t even stuntin’ her like that.
She was unhappy with her nigga but wanted to take it out on me.
I felt bad for Mixie; she gave Faheem too much leeway.
The nigga knew he could do whatever he wanted, and he acted like it too.
He was far too comfortable with telling his girlfriend he was marrying someone else.
Call it loyalty, I called it stupidity. How casually he talked about fucking me with her was some weird shit that had me looking at both of them sideways.
What it boiled down to was Mixie didn’t respect Mixie, so neither did Faheem. That wasn’t my business though.
All I cared about was stacking my money up over these next few years. Faheem claimed he was going to take care of all my needs, and I was finna hold him to that. While he spent his money, I was finna save mine.
Opening my bedroom door, I came face to face with Frankee. She looked cute in her jean skater skirt, white halter top, white Air Force 1’s, a gold ankle bracelet, and big gold hoop earrings. Her bob looked freshly done.
“Hey, new best friend.” Frankee waved at me.
“Hey,” I replied back skeptically, unsure why she was at my door.
“Can I come in?” Frankee asked. Before I could reply, she pushed past me, going into my room. “I could have sworn I told you we was finna be friends.”
Shutting my door, I turned around to see Frankee looking in the closet where some of my clothes were hung up. I still hadn’t unpacked all the way. A lot of my clothes were in my suitcases, but a good portion of them were hung up.
“Uhhh, I didn’t think you were serious. Are you looking for something?” I asked, standing behind Frankee.
“Everything I say, I mean.” Frankee looked back at me, winking before going back to rummaging through my clothes. “I need something cute for you to wear.”
“For what?”
Sighing, Frankee turned around looking at me with her lip turned up. “My little boo wants to come over and chill with me tonight, but his brother is in town visiting. He needs someone cute to kick it with too. I promised my boo the best of the best for his brother, and I thought of you.”
“But I’m married to your brother… Isn’t that going to be a problem?” I didn’t know if this was some type of test or what. Frankee seemed like we could be friends eventually. At the moment, I was still trying to figure out what her angle was.
“Ain’t that shit fake?”
“I mean, yeah.”
“Exactly. Faheem can’t tell you what to do.
Let him run Mixie, not you.” Frankee turned back around digging through my closet until she turned around with a fitted white tank top dress with a bubble skirt.
It was on the shorter side, so I never wore it.
I didn’t even mean to grab it. It was one of the things I took in my rampage.
“You got some sneakers you can wear with this? Forces, or maybe a pair of Dunks?”
“I got plenty of sneakers, but who said I’m going with you to hang out with some niggas I don’t even know?” I folded my arms across my chest, cocking my head to the side.
“What else you doing tonight? Wait… Are you fucking my brother?
“Huh? Wha-what does that have to do with anything?” I was completely caught off guard by that.
“You heard me. You either fucking Faheem, or you want to, but that’s a waste of time,” Frankee said with a sour look on her face.
“I don’t want Faheem in any way, shape, or form. Once w-” I tried to deny, but Frankee saw right through my bullshit.
“Girl, shut the hell up. I can see how y’all came in the living room at our parents’. Y’all not slick.” Frankee smirked at me, placing her hand on her hip.
Was it really that obvious that Faheem and I messed around?
Smacking my lips, I refused to admit the truth. “It’s not like that. This situation is just to help me out. That’s all.”
“Then it’s settled. We finna chill with some fine ass niggas tonight.” Frankee threw her arms up, twirling her hips, doing a silly dance. I found myself giggling at her silliness.
I suppose hanging out with Frankee wouldn’t be so bad. It would get me out of the house for a little while.
“His brother better be cute too.” I cracked a smile.
“Frankee only mess with fine niggas that only hang with other fine ass niggas,” Frankee said matter of factly. Walking over to me, she ran her hands through my hair. “This all you?” she asked, running her hands down to the ends of my hair.
My natural hair was long and healthy. I prided myself in taking care of my real hair. I wore it out a lot, but protective hairstyles were how I kept it long and healthy. Right now, I had a versatile sew in with a leave out in the front, middle, and back to give the appearance my sew in was natural.
“Some of it,” I answered truthfully.
“Come on, we need to get you together real quick,” Frankee said, pulling me towards the bathroom attached to my room.
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Later That Night
I was happy Frankee talked me into coming with her.
I ended up enjoying myself. Her boo, as she called him, his name was Allen, and his brother, Derrick, were both fine as fuck.
Two chocolate fine ass niggas with waves, golds, and the looks to make women drop to their feet.
I got stuck on the grey eyes both them niggas had.
Then they knew how to run game too. It was still fun chilling with them.
They weren’t overly pushy like some niggas who knew they were fine.
Nope, they were cool and easy to get along with.
Frankee had her entire house set up for a little kickback with finger food, drinks, snacks, and a few card games. Music played in the background setting the chill atmosphere.
“You tryna smoke, sexy?” Derrick’s deep voice said, tickling my ear as he leaned into me.
“Nah, I’m okay.” I smiled at him sweetly. Although Derrick was fine, and I liked to hang out with him, he didn’t do it for me. I couldn’t see myself being anything other than friends with him.
“We’ah be back after we smoke.” Allen kissed Frankee on the cheek before him and his brother stood up walking out on her balcony. Frankee didn’t let people smoke in her house. She said she hated the smell of cigarettes. Weed wasn’t that far off either, but for her boo, she’d make an exception.
“Oooh, girl, I think I’m in love with that nigga,” Frankee said with a goofy grin on her face once we heard the glass door slid closed.
“They are fine,” I replied then took a sip of my margarita. This was my third one. I had a nice buzz going on, and I was feeling good.
Playfully elbowing me, she said, “Don’t play coy. I saw you and Derrick.”
“Nah, he cool to hang with, but he’s not my type.”
“Mmm… Let me guess what your type is: tall, basketball player build, tattoos everywhere, peanut brown skin, long sandy brown locs, black, chinky eyes?” Frankee asked with amusement all over her face.
“What? Where did you get that from?” My face frowned in confusion. At the same time, my phone started ringing in my lap. I looked down at Faheem’s name rolling across my screen and instantly, a frown covered my face.
I looked over at Frankee who had a knowing grin on her face. Catching her drift, I rolled my eyes answering my phone, putting Faheem on speaker phone.