Chapter 2 #2
“Look at me? Girl, look at you! Toni, you’ve always been so beautiful though.
The last time that I saw you, your hair was jet black, and it was down to your ass.
When we started following each other on social media, and I saw that you cut it all off, and you went honey blonde, girl I screamed when I saw it because it looks so good on you.
Your baby not a year yet is she? What’s the secret?
Because the body is banging,” she hyped me, just as I’d done her.
Crazy because before she came over, my eyes had been glued to my man, watching him as he did his thing with the rest of the coordinators.
Seeing Steel in his element, talking boxing, he could literally sit there, and speak that language all day.
He knew his stuff too. I was back here with the producers, as they were getting all the footage, but now that Caprice had come over, here I was, giving her all my attention.
“Thank you, baby. No big secret. I breastfed, and after my six weeks was up, I was back in the gym. I have a lot of sex too. Look at my man. I can’t stay off him, so that’s enough cardio in itself,” I let her know, and when I said that to her, she laughed, but it was one of those laughs where it felt like it was a little forced.
“Girl, I bet. When is the wedding though? Is it true that you two are doing a reality show with BET? I don’t know where I saw that, but it was rumored a few months ago,” she commented, and I had to hold back a little bit, and tell myself that this girl wasn’t my friend, and I had to slow down on the things that I was telling her.
I wasn’t sure if I was looking too deeply into it, but something about that forced laugh that she just gave me, told me that I needed to hold back, and watch out for this bitch.
“The wedding is coming up in a few weeks. As far as the reality show, don’t take it as me acting funny, but I can’t speak too much on it,” I said.
If I wanted to tell her that we were filming a reality show, I could have simply told her.
Hell, all my friends knew, and my family knew as well.
I wasn’t sure if I was reading too deeply into this situation, like I tend to do a lot of things, but voices in my head started going off, telling me to remain guarded, so that’s what I was going to choose to do.
“Okay. Girl, I guess. I’m not going to tell anyone your business though, Toni.
I don’t even fuck with these Vegas bitches like that anyways, so if you are filming, trust me, that information would have been safe with me.
As far as the wedding though, congratulations on that.
You and Zion look perfect together, and that little girl you two have is drop dead gorgeous,” she expressed.
Out of everything that she just finished saying to me, the thing that stood out to me the most was her calling my man by his government name.
A lot of people didn’t do that. You had to know him personally to call him Zion.
Most people just said Steel. I really only call him Zion when I’m aggravated with him, or during sex.
Again, I didn’t know if I was reading too deeply into it, but my intuition has never really stirred me wrong.
“Thank you. You know Zion?” I just had to ask.
When I asked her that question, she cut her eyes at me, looking at me in a way like she was shocked by what I just finished asking her.
“Not in the way that you know him, no,” she said, and I laughed at that statement.
The answer was bullshit, and she was beating around the bush.
I took my eyes off her for a second, so that I could cut them over at Zion.
He was sitting with about five other men, and one of the other men were speaking right now, and I could tell that Zion was listening, but his eyes were also on me, and Caprice.
He was questioning me with his eyes, wanting to know if I was good, but instead of saying anything, I looked back over at Caprice.
“What does that mean? You don’t know him in the way that I know him? What kind of answer is that?” I asked, and she smiled at my question.
“The kind of answer that a married woman gives, Toni. It’s not that deep. You asked me if I know him, and I told you that I do, just not in the same manner as you,” she said that stupid shit again.
“So, in other words, you fucked him before?” I asked, and she rolled her eyes up in her head at my question.
“Bye Toni. It was nice seeing you. You really do look good. That wasn’t shade when I said it,” she voiced, and I laughed right in her face.
“It was never taken as shade, babes. You, and every woman around the world knows that I look good,” I kept it cute, and classy, and I found my way back to my seat, dismissing this hoe.
I wanted to turn up badly. I wanted to wrap my hand around this bitch’s neck, and ask her how she knew my man, and question her again on whether she’d fucked him before, but I couldn’t give her that kind of energy.
I would look insecure. I would look like a woman that’s constantly had to run down on women about Steel, when that wasn’t the case.
I couldn’t allow her to see me turn up. Steel was going to see it though.
She eventually left, and I sat back with my legs crossed.
My right one bouncing up and down, with my arms folded, as I stared across the room at Steel.
He knew something was going on, and that’s why he kept questioning me with his eyes.
He couldn’t flat out ask because this segment was being live streamed, so he played it cool.
They wrapped it up in another thirty minutes, and the entire time, I could tell that Steel was itching to get to me.
Don’t get me wrong, he did his job up there, talked boxing, spoke on the upcoming fight, and he did it well, but I knew my man.
I knew his body language, and I could tell that he was ready to get to me, so that he could see what was going on.
He was quick with taking off his headset, and his mic, and he shook hands with the other men, and then quickly made his way over to me.
He stood directly in front of me, while my eyes were on him, shooting daggers.
My leg was still crossed, arms were still crossed, but I didn’t look angry.
I wanted to, but I didn’t. Too many people were standing around, and Steel was here doing a job, and I didn’t want to bring problems to his job.
“You fucked Caprice, Zion?” I just went ahead and asked it.
When this nigga did that thing where he picked his hand up, and he scratched his head, I wanted to jump on his ass.
I knew that was the signature move that a man would do whenever his ass was caught up.
Granted, if he fucked that bitch before me, then he didn’t do anything wrong.
I was just mad that I exchanged words with the bitch, offered compliments to her, hugged her, and was chit chatting with her, if there was a chance that she’d fucked Zion.
“Come on. Let’s get some privacy” he responded, reaching his hand out for me.
I gave it to him, and he assisted me with getting out of the chair.
I grabbed my purse as well, and we walked out of the studio together, where so many people kept walking up to us, telling us how nice we looked, and congratulating us on the wedding that was coming up.
Zion and I played well with keeping smiles on our faces, pretending that there wasn’t an elephant in the room that needed to be addressed between the two of us.
They’d given Zion his own dressing room, so that’s where he took us. He opened the door for me, allowing me to step in first, and once I was inside, he came in, and locked the door behind us. I faced him, arms folded, waiting to hear what his answer was going to be.
“I fucked her a couple of times, but that shit old, baby. I told you when we first got together, that after Sapphire died, I went through my phase of fuckin different women. I was flying back to Vegas a few times, handling business here, and that’s how I met Caprice.
She gave me the pussy a few times. That shit old.
I haven’t see that girl in years,” he told me, and I believed him.
He didn’t have a reason to lie. As a woman, especially a woman that truly loved my man, it wasn’t news that I liked to hear, so of course I was annoyed by it.
He knew I was, and that’s why he tried to reach out and touch me, but I pushed his hand away, not wanting him to touch me right now. When I did that, he sucked his teeth.
“How you going to get mad at me about a bitch that I fucked before I even knew you existed? What kind of shit you on, Toni?” he asked me.
“If I didn’t see her, and if I didn’t ask you, would you have told me? Like, if you came to Vegas, and you saw that she was working here, would you have told me?” I wanted to know, and he sucked his teeth again.
“No! No because I didn’t know you knew her.
Toni, be real. I’m supposed to come back, and report to you, telling you that I saw every bitch that I fucked before you?
You don’t like to hear shit like that, so why would I tell you that?
” he was honest. I knew that honesty was what I needed from him, but I hated it.
Like he said, I hated hearing about his past flings.
The only relationship of his that I wouldn’t get into my feelings about is his relationship with Sapphire.
That relationship was one that I truly respected.
They were married. They had a child together, and they were deeply in love.
I was mature enough to accept that one. It was when I had to hear about past flings, and the bitches that he fucked, while he was going through a tough time in his life.
I wasn’t mad about Steel, and his past, but I just hated it when the shit was all in my face.