Chapter 15
Juniper Weaver
The Following Monday
“Hey, Juniper, umm… your husband wants to see you,” Mindy, one of the receptionists said, poking her head into the breakroom.
“Husband? When did you get married? Is that why you disappeared for a month?” Jamie asked from her seat across from me.
I didn’t even know why her ass was talking to me. Ever since I came I walked into work this morning, Jamie had been up my ass. We weren’t close before, we would talk here and there, but she was far from being considered a friend of mine. Nothing against her, she just wasn’t my type of female.
“Something like that,” I unenthusiastically answered her.
I went to stand up to go out front. I didn't want Jamie in my business, especially not about Faheem. Knowing she fucked him made me not like her just because she’d been around him.
I already had to deal with Mixie at home.
I didn't need Jamie turning into another Mixie at work.
“What the fuck takin’ you so long?” Faheem’s lip turned up in a frown as he barged his way into the breakroom.
“Why are you back here? I was coming,” I said, getting annoyed. I could feel Jamie’s eyes burning a hole into my back.
“ ‘Cause yo ass takin’ too long, and these flowers makin’ me itch.”
I looked at the big bouquet that had at least seventy-five pink roses then back at his face.
He extended the roses out for me to take, but I just stared at them unmoved.
His little gesture was cute, and maybe I would have gushed over them if he hadn’t did that fuck shit he did over the weekend.
I got Faheem didn’t owe me any loyalty, and it was clear where his loyalty lied.
I just expected him to handle me better than he did.
I wasn’t asking for him to run off into the sunset or even leave Mixie to be with me.
I did, however, expect him to treat me like I was some fucking body and not just another bitch he wanted to fuck.
Which is why I ended up spending the entire weekend at Frankee’s.
She had an extra bedroom she offered me.
We had an entire girl’s weekend, got our hair, nails, and feet done.
We went shopping and decided to have a slumber party with matching night clothes in beige, watching horror movies and drinking margaritas.
We recovered Sunday by staying in bed all day.
Frankee ended up cooking gumbo for us to eat.
I could say I hadn’t enjoyed myself that much in a long time.
I really didn’t want to go back to Faheem’s.
Frankee’s house was neutral territory, and I thought about asking him if I could stay with her instead.
I doubt he would even care since he went the entire weekend without calling me.
I don’t know why I kept setting myself up for failure when it came to Faheem.
I mean, who did the shit he did at the club Friday night?
To basically ghost me after eating my pussy twice in the same damn night.
The nigga was sick in the fucking head if you asked me.
Then his cocky ass had the audacity to show up to my job with flowers like that was going to fix anything.
I liked Faheem probably more than I should with everything we had going on.
No matter how much I liked him, I refused to play the fool for him or any other nigga on this green earth.
“Give them to Mixie,” I smartly replied, folding my arms across my chest. The more I started to think about everything, the more I felt like Faheem was trying to play me.
Kissing his teeth at me, Faheem gave me hard eyes that spoke volumes. He was getting mad. Too bad, I didn’t care. Faheem needed to run his weak ass game on his bitch.
“Why I’ma give her somethin’ I got fa you? That shit sounds stupid,” he said, copping an attitude. As If I gave a fuck. Faheem was gonna have to do better.
“I meaaannn… if she don’t want them, I’ll happily take them,” Jamie purred from behind us. I turned around, mugging the fuck outta Jamie’s thirsty ass.
“Girl, beat ya fuckin’ feet!” I snapped at Jamie, daring her to try me on this glorious day.
“What’s the hostility for? I’m just saying. I’ll take whatever you don’t want is all I’m saying.” Jamie batted her eyes at Faheem lustfully.
ho's like her made me sick, and everything in me was saying I should have slapped her on G.P. If a nigga wasn’t for you, it wasn’t cute to try to force yourself on a nigga that hadn’t shown an ounce of interest. The shit was tacky as fuck.
Faheem frowned at Jamie. “Shawty, can you go ahead so I can speak to my wife?” he asked a question, but the way Faheem spoke, it was a demand.
“Mmm. I guess.” Jamie stood up pretending to adjust her clothes.
In real life, she was trying to show her ass to Faheem.
I never noticed how thirsty Jamie was. My frown couldn’t be hidden.
“You know, Angelo don't play about us taking long breaks. You better hurry up, Juniper,” Jamie messily said on her way out the breakroom.
“You a nasty ass nigga,” I spat the second it was just the two of us. Shaking my head, I went back to my seat.
“When you and that pussy involved, I’m nasty as fuck.” Faheem licked his lips then pulled the breakroom door shut.
I scoffed at his mannish remark. “Me and every other female in Beaumont.”
“Nah, you got the wrong nigga.” He cockily smiled at me.
“You fucked Jamie’s thirsty ass.”
“Man, what? Who the fuck is Jamie?”
“Nigga, don’t play stupid, my co-worker who just left outta here.” I gave him the are you dumb look.
“That broad?” Faheem pointed back towards the door. “I ain’t never smashed her. She was tryna fuck a nigga, but shawty got a rep outta this world. I was with Mixie, and she was about to fuck her thirsty ass up for doin’ too much. That bitch ain’t even my type.”
“Whatever,” I grumbled, not wanting to admit I knew better than to believe anything that came out of Jamie’s mouth.
I don’t know why I even listened to anything Jamie said. This wasn’t the first time she’d been caught in a lie about fucking with somebody. Thinking back, it made sense with the way Jamie was tryna hide from Mixie.
“Fuck all of that. I’m tryna spend the day with you,” Faheem said, standing behind my chair.
“I work until eight, and I have plans with Frankee. We’re going to a bar tonight,” I told a bold face lie. Faheem was barking up the wrong tree. He wasn’t about to cancel our plans then give me his pity time. Fuck him and his plans.
“Angelo gave you the rest of the day off, and you can chill with Frankee another day. You been with her the entire weekend. I missed you.” Faheem ran his hand across the back of my neck.
Playing it off, I ignored him scrolling through my phone on IG.
I was actually shocked at the response I’d gotten from the pictures I posted in my outfit from the stop light party.
I had close to 400 likes and close to that amount in comments.
My inbox had been going off nonstop. There were a few niggas that caught my attention that I’d been talking to, a few from the club that slipped me their numbers before I left.
I knew I looked good, seeing everyone’s reaction hyped me up even more.
Had me feeling like I was the baddest bitch in the world.
“And take that shit down.” Faheem’s deep voice startled me, making me drop my phone on the table. “You got niggas thinking you single. Matter of fact. You need to let it be known that you married as fuck,” he said, reaching over me, snatching my phone from the table.
“Faheem…” I groaned, getting up from my chair to get my phone back.
“Get ya ass back,” Faheem said with my phone raised outta my reach while he did whatever he was doing on my phone.
I didn’t have any other choice but to let him do whatever he wanted with my phone.
Faheem casually slid my phone in his jean pocket.
“Bring yo hot ass on.” Faheem grunted, walking out of the breakroom, leaving me no choice but to follow him to my dismay.
***
Faheem didn’t think he was slick, he knew he was slick.
The nigga went in his big bag of tricks and pulled out all of the works.
He claimed he didn’t have time to take me by his house to get clothes, but he had time to take me to a cute boutique called Wyald’s Way, in downtown Beaumont.
He ended up buying me way more clothes than I needed.
If I showed the littlest interest in something, Faheem bought it.
The only thing he was adamant about was me wearing this white dress that he insisted I had to get.
The dress was beautiful, but I felt like it was too dressy, although I didn’t know what Faheem had planned at the time.
Not in the mood to go back and forth with Faheem, I wore the dress.
The dress hugged my curves like a glove.
The top of the dress looked like it was folded down, leaving my shoulders exposed.
Long sleeves covered the rest of my arms, the dress stopped right above my ankles with a split in the back.
A pair of clear, open toe chunky heels and gold accessories brought my look together.
I was able to slick my hair back into a sleek ponytail.
It was a blessing I got my sew-in reinstalled the past weekend.