Chapter 14
Sitting on the sectional in my playroom, I was getting sleepy, but knew that I needed to keep both eyes open.
Harlem was still yapping away, as Breeze casually lounged on the couch, with Ora next to him. Frankly, the whole scene was weirding me out, as I’d never imagined a day where Ora would cross my damn threshold. Because I didn’t fuck with the hoe like that.
Breeze nodded and yawned. “Yeah, I remember that shit.”
“Right. And then Summer saw a little mark in my face, and lost her mind. Told me that I needed to leave the hood shit to you,” he tittered.
Breeze stared at me, as I sat next to Harlem. “Yeah, you know how she is. Always putting ten on ten. Aint that right, Summer?”
The back of my neck grew hot, as that nigga was sitting over there, toying with me.
“Ion know what chu talking about,” I grumbled.
“Oh, you definitely know.” He countered, while Ora was staring a hole through the side of his face. “And speaking of fights…Harlem, did she ever tell you how I knocked out the nigga before you?”
Harlem frowned. “Nah. She never mentioned that.”
“Oh. That makes sense.” Breeze nodded. “But yeah, I knocked his bitch ass out.”
“Shit, that’s what’s up, bro. She shouldn’t have been with that nigga in the first place. So, good looking out.”
Shaking my head, I couldn’t believe how fake Harlem was. He’d been calling Breeze a weird ass nigga, for years. Swore that Breeze had randomly switched up on him, and must’ve lowkey liked me. And now…he was sitting there, missing all the cues.
“Anyway,” I yawned. “I’m about to fix another round of drinks,” I announced, as I scooted off the couch.
Ora immediately hopped up too. “And I’ll help.”
Squinting my eyes, wondering what the fuck she was on, I nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay, bae. You know how I like my shit,” Harlem commented.
Marching down to the kitchen, on the level below, I didn’t bother responding. Approaching the island, I paused, attempting to gather my thoughts.
Switching her purchased hips up to the opposite side of the island, Ora stared at me.
“Uh…I really didn’t need help making drinks. So, you can go back upstairs, if you want.”
Rapping her nails on the granite countertop, she twisted her lips, appearing to be in thought. “I know…I know that you’re about to lose your fucking mind, huh?”
“What?” I frowned.
“You fucking heard me.” Her lips curled. “For you to actually let me walk into this house says it all. You can’t show how much you hate me, without that nigga giving you the side eye. Cause he don’t know that he’s dealing with a certified, freaked out hoe.”
“Bitch—” I gritted.
She tauntingly smiled and nodded. “Yeah, come on. Act a ass. And I’ll blurt out everything. Make sure Harlem knows how much of a snake you are.”
“Girl, I’ll never let a bitch come in here and hold a thing over my head. And I’m never that hard up for a nigga that I’d let a bitch like you back me into a corner. Besides, what the fuck is your problem? Like, seriously. You swerved over into my lane. The fuck are you so riled up about?”
She cynically laughed. “Bitch, you can’t be serious. I swerved in your lane? Okay. I see how fucking delusional you are. Trying to hold onto something that happened when we were fucking kids. But let’s address the anguish that you’ve inflicted upon this grown woman.” She pointed at her chest.
Tilting my head, I was sort of in shock, as I saw her eyes glisten with tears.
“Oh, wow.”
Ora
Two years ago…
It was my birthday, and I’d flown into Chicago to be with Breeze. He'd been traded there and was very much in the middle of basketball season, so he had to remain close to his home at the time.
At this point, me and Breeze were very much unofficial, and I was exercising extreme patience. He had a severe case of commitment phobia, swearing that he couldn’t be with me. Not seriously, anyway.
Keeping it real, under normal circumstances, I would’ve walked away. But this was different. Hell, he was different.
Look, I was a hood girl. Had moved to the burbs when I made it to high school, and that was only because my mama’s section 8 housing voucher had kicked in, unbeknownst to most. So, my mama had a bullshit job, received food stamps, but was lucky enough to move us into a better environment.
So, yes, I was fanned the fuck out when Charlie introduced me to Breeze. I had already been following him on IG, and knew exactly who he was. And it wouldn’t have mattered if he had ten girlfriends. I was getting in where I fit in.
No, I wasn’t a gold digger, though. I was wildly attracted to Breeze, period. Nigga had that good hair, pretty skin, and a gorgeous, humongous sized dick. So, I wanted all parts, and him actually having a bright future was just the icing on the cake.
Throughout our freshman year in college we were fucking, whenever the opportunity presented itself. Then he was drafted…and still remembered my name, which gave me all the fuel to seriously pursue him.
That man was in the league, and was breaking serious bread. Kept me in a nice spot, even if he rarely spent nights. He helped me get my first luxury car. Invested into my small rental car business. All while he wasn’t even mine!
So, hell yeah, I was sticking around. No, I didn’t care if he fucked other bitches. Shit, any broad fucking a damn superstar and thought that he was gonna be faithful was out of her rabid ass mind, anyway.
If you asked me, most desirable men cheated. The shit wasn’t even a deal breaker, honestly. Just respect me while in my presence, and I was cool.
I was just a realist, and knew that the average guy could be full of games and lies. And some girls could only dream of dating a basketball phenome. So, dealing with Breeze made me special. Even if the shit sounded superficial as hell.
“Say, you ‘bout ready?” Breeze questioned, as he stepped into his bedroom, clad in black and white Dolce. Two hefty chains were gleaming around his neck, while his diamonds incrusted detachable bottom grill glimmered as he spoke.
Since it was winter season, I was rocking a bodycon dress, thigh high boots, and a cropped fur coat, bringing the fucking heat.
Spritzing the Chanel perfume that I’d just gotten out of my suitcase onto my wrist and neck, I nodded. “Yep, I’m ready.”
Breeze paused for a second, looking me up and down. “You look nice.”
I ran my fingers through my long and curly hair. “I know, huh?”
“Conceited ass.” He smirked, before clapping, then rubbing his hands together. “But look. We got the section in the club…and Summer is gonna roll with us.”
My lashes fluttered, thinking that my ears must’ve been playing tricks on me. “Summer? As in the fucking stepsister that you were fucking?”
He sighed, while stroking his waves. “Now, why you gotta say it like that?”
I angrily curled my lips. “How else am I supposed to fucking say it?”
“She’s my people, Ora. She’s in town for the weekend.
She flew out, last-minute. And I aint tryna play you by pushing you aside on your b-day.
That shit wouldn’t be right, and I aint a fuck-nigga.
You said that you just wanted my time for your birthday, I promised to give you that, and I'm a man of my word. On the flipside, she’s here.
And whenever she’s in the city, it’s always understood that she stays here.
But…I understand if that makes you uncomfortable.
So, if this is too much, then I can book you a hotel, right now. ”
I gulped, while feeling so small and insignificant. Maybe I should’ve walked out, right then. But I knew in my heart that I wasn’t ready to walk away. Besides I knew all about him and Summer.
Ever since that night that Summer had rolled up on him at that party, Breeze openly admitted that he was fucking his stepsister. Well…let me keep it real. He didn’t say that he was fucking her. He claimed her as his gal.
Of course, after talking to him, I looked the bitch up on social media…and immediately felt a type of jealousy that I’d never experienced before.
Summer was literally the type of girl you prayed that you never had to go up against. Especially not in regards to a nigga. Because she was extremely pretty, was big fine as the niggas loved to say. Smart. Popular. And was a fucking author. I couldn’t compete with that.
Therefore, I was geeked when Breeze told me that they’d broken up.
Apparently, their parents thought that it was best that they took a break.
Then Summer herself suggested it, right before they both left for college.
But Breeze’s hardheaded ass wouldn’t accept her proposal.
He must’ve thought that they were still a thing, until he flew out to Cali, unannounced, and caught her with another nigga.
That’s when they officially called it quits.
It took him a while to open up to me, but after a few months, he finally vented, telling me that Summer supposedly said that she intentionally dated somebody else, because she still felt a way about his dealings with me.
Personally, I called bullshit. That bitch was just using reverse psychology, because she really wanted to do her, out there in L.A.
And since then, she’d been using me as a scapegoat.
Wouldn’t get back with Breeze but was still fucking him.
Which told me that he wasn’t trying to commit to me, or nobody else, because he was still chasing after Summer’s ass.
Most times, I hated to hear the bitch’s name, and hated Breeze’s honesty, when it came to his dealings with her. He always answered her calls. Had all her books on his bookshelves. Was always posting and promoting anything she touched.
Frankly, it always felt like they were still together. Just in an open relationship that they didn’t share with the public. And neither of them could really handle seeing the other with other people. Perhaps, that was why Breeze had attacked the guy Summer called herself bringing home, that time.
Breeze had literally broken the dude’s nose, and ended up having to pay that man a hundred thousand, not to press charges.
Of course, when I got wind of the situation, I thought that paying that type of money over a simple fight was absorb.
Especially when the fight happened at his parents’, where I’m sure that most eye witnesses accounts would be in his favor.
However, my tune changed quickly once I learned that Breeze had actually pistol whipped the dude.
“Look, I’m not going to a fucking hotel tonight,” I sniffed. “So, if Summer is coming too, then so be it.”
***
Breeze didn’t really care for clubs, but would step out occasionally. And sometimes when the deejay was on point and the shots kicked in, he’d actually turn up. So, I was expecting him to get lit for my birthday. Instead, he was sitting back, watching me and Summer drive the boat.
No lie, going into the night had been awkward. After Breeze told me that she was going to the club with us, I wasn’t expecting to step into the living room, and find her already standing near the door. But there she was.
Summer’s hair was burgundy and blonde and done up in dramatic curls, with a burgundy ushanka hat on top of that.
Her burgundy cropped coat was a mixture of leather and fur, along with her thigh-high matching boots.
Her jeans appeared painted on, while her distressed sweater showed a tactful amount of skin.
Moncler snowseeker sunglasses framed her eyes.
Then the leather and fur Chanel bag, really gave rich bitch energy.
Seeing her…I really wanted to run back into the room, and redress. Try again. Level up. The problem was that I only had the clothes that I’d packed in my suitcase, and the fit I was wearing was the best I could bring.
“Hey,” she spoke flatly. “Happy birthday.”
I sighed. “Thank you.”
Breeze waltzed into the living room. “Okay. Y’all ready?”
“Yeah,” Summer answered, while applying a coating of lip gloss to her lips, while simultaneously chewing a piece of gum. “Let’s go.” She looked him up and down.
I don’t even think the nigga was conscious of his behavior, as he stepped up to Summer and pressed his body against hers. I swear that he was craning his neck to kiss her, until she cleared her throat.
“It’s ya girl’s birthday, remember? Show some respect.”
He paused, just inches away from her lips. “You think you fucking funny, huh?”
She confidently smirked, before lightly shoving him back. “Nigga, you aint seen nothing yet.”
I think in that moment…I began hating Summer with a new, stronger type of passion, because it was clear that we didn’t have the same version of Breeze or Ricky as she called him.
Summer had Ricky wrapped around her finger, to the point that he couldn’t even reel it back in, for the sake of not hurting my feelings.
Nevertheless, we had a driver for that night, so all three of us were in the back. With Breeze in the middle. And the entire fucking time, he was leaning in her direction, studying her fucking phone, as she scrolled.
Eventually, she called him out. “Can you fucking move?” She smacked on some gum, while mushing his head back.
“You literally got pussy sitting next to you. And you’re living.
Doing the shit. I haven’t tried to stop shit.
If you fuck her tonight, then I can’t do shit about it. So, stay the hell out of my phone.”
“You really wanna play this stupid ass game, huh?” He spoke in her ear, but not low enough that I couldn’t hear.
Sliding my tongue across my teeth, I knew that they were having an inside conversation, and I was probably nothing more than a pawn, right then.
Gazing out of the window, a few tears slipped from my eyes, as I hated the position I was in.
In my world, I was usually one of the most attractive in the room.
Niggas loved me. Girls were jealous of me.
So, this whole situation was new to me. I wasn’t number one, and that was incredibly humbling.
However, instead of throwing in the towel, I decided that I would put up a fight, because I hated losing.
So, I stepped into the club with Breeze and Summer. There were bottles already on ice for us in the section, and I immediately turned up a bottle of Dom P. Surprisingly, Summer turned the bottle up too. Then without exchanging nothing more than looks, we both got drunk. Together.
Summer was moving to the music, and that seemed to capture Breeze’s attention. He was staring at her, as she seductively rolled her hips.
Knowing that I could do it better, I dropped it low, and bounced my ass. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that Breeze’s attention was now on me.
Deciding to capitalize off the moment, I stood upright, before strutting over to him. He was gazing up at me, until I sat down, straddling his lap. Then as Summer looked on, I bumped and grinded on his dick. Showing her exactly how it went down, whenever he was in my company.