Chapter 22
brION
As I bit my bottom lip, I did moves I didn’t know my knees would allow me to.
One thing I knew for certain was that I’d probably feel it the next day, but a girl didn’t care.
I was on cloud nine. Josie was taking a trip to The Maldives for her birthday but before she left, we came out to the club to celebrate.
The girls were with Corey’s mother, and I was going on my bachelorette trip when Josie returned from The Maldives.
Life was so damn good, nothing could bring me down.
I had a sexy, and I do mean a sexy ass man waiting at home for me.
He didn’t want me to drive home, so there was a black truck waiting outside the club for me and my sister, so I was on drink number four and feeling too damn good.
So far, I had filmed three episodes of the reality show, and I hadn’t had to gather a bitch once.
I had two MUA’s working in my makeup bar paying me monthly suite rent, and my clients had tripled.
There were days, I did six to seven clients in one day.
Hymn had literally gone behind my back, went to the leasing office and paid my rent up for the duration of my lease.
He also took it a step further and paid off my car, so I didn’t even have a lot of bills for real, but I was still grinding like crazy.
I wasn’t sure how long it would take me to get pregnant, but once I did, I planned to work all the way up until I gave birth.
After that, I’d gladly go back to being a housewife for the first year, but I never again wanted to completely stop working.
London still hadn’t moved back home with Isaac, but I felt like he was wearing her down.
Maybe I was delusional, but unlike Corey, I truly believed that it had been a one-time thing with Isaac and that he was sorry.
However, even if London decided not to forgive him, that was her right and her business.
I was going to be there for her no matter what.
I had great family, good ass friends, adorable kids, a thriving career, good health, and a wonderful man.
So hell yeah I was in the club, doing my lil’ one two.
As I stood back up, I bent over and twerked on my sister. I had been having too much fun and knew my knees wouldn’t be the only thing hurting the next day. My feet would probably be sore too but fuck it. When the song ended, I fanned myself while grabbing a bottle of water.
“You ready to go?” Josie shouted in my ear over the music. Three of her friends had joined us.
“Yes. This was fun, but I’m ready to get home to my man.”
Josie laughed and went over to her friends. One of them didn’t drink, so she was the designated driver for the three. I waited for everyone else, and we walked out of the club together.
“Brion!”
Turning around, I saw Corey. I hadn’t seen him in a few months and neither had the girls.
He was just a deadbeat ass loser, and there was nothing else to be said about him.
I really didn’t care what he had going on but according to Alisa, Imani was losing her damn mind.
Corey wouldn’t talk to her, and he didn’t want anything to do with their baby.
“The fuck this lame ass nigga want?” Josie asked under her breath.
“Can I help you?” I asked with a frown as he slowly inched toward me.
Corey was Corey. I’d never lie and say he was ugly, but he didn’t even look the same to me.
Once I wasn’t in love with him anymore, it baffled me how I looked at him and asked what happened.
Aside from a thick, unkempt beard, he pretty much looked the same, but he just didn’t do it for me anymore, and I wondered if he’d always looked exactly like that, and I just was in love.
Like he didn’t look bad, but he wasn’t the man that used to give me butterflies.
“I want to get the girls next weekend. I know I messed up. I been messing up, but I miss them. I’ve been going through it. Money kinda fucked up, but I’m about to do better.”
I was drunk and ready to get home to my man. “Okay. Just text me and let me know what day you want to get them.” I didn’t have the desire for long drawn-out conversations.
“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”
“What else do you want me to say?” I snapped.
“Um, thank you. That’s about all I have to say to you.
For months you put me and your children through the most because you’re a childish cheater.
But thank you. Thank you for finally getting out of the way and letting a real man come in and do what you didn’t.
I will forever be grateful for that. So, thank you. And fuck you.”
I turned and walked away. I guess I was supposed to forgive him. Give him a heartfelt hug and wish him well. Nope. Fuck him. And that’s what it was.
When I entered Hymn’s bedroom, he was sitting up in bed talking on the phone.
He glanced over at me and instantly, I saw the lust flicker in his eyes.
Nothing had changed from the first day we conversed.
Every single time he looked at me, Hymn ogled me like he wanted to eat me alive.
Without saying a word, he could make me feel like I was the most beautiful girl in the world to him.
“Yeah, okay.”
I wasn’t sure who he was talking to, and I didn’t care. I undressed while he continued his conversation. His eyes remained on me the entire time.
“Yeah, just text it to me, and I’ll check it out tomorrow.”
Once I was naked, I sauntered over to my man and climbed onto the bed.
He moved the sheets back, and I eyed his hard dick through his boxer briefs.
I had given him head that morning just because I wanted to.
Fuck foreplay, I wanted him inside of me immediately.
Reaching inside his underwear, I pulled his tool out and positioned myself to slide down on it.
His mouth gaped open, and his lids lowered. “Okay, that’s what’s up. Bye. Fuck,” he moaned dropping the phone beside him.
“Everything okay?” I moved slowly up and down.
“I found out why my mom has been MIA. She checked herself into rehab. She’s been there for four weeks.”
“Really? That’s awesome.”
“Yeah, it is but, man why you stop. Fuck all that.”
Laughing, I snaked my tongue into his mouth and went right back to riding my man. My man my man my fucking man.