Chapter 8 #2
I was taken aback by her response. Blake University had always been my sister’s dream school, so her readiness to be done there didn’t make much sense.
I grew tired of her and those annoying grizzly bears around the house during our adolescent years.
Her entire dorm room was decorated in the college colors against my suggestions, so her love for Blake only grew strong as we aged.
I wasn’t sure what had happened since we dropped her off in June that caused this switch-up, and while it may be her current illness that had her so nonchalant, something was telling me that wasn’t the case.
Glee had ghosted me after the first month or so at Blake.
She’d text here and there after I’d blow her line up, but she wasn’t consistent in communicating.
I just knew she would be calling me every week to tell me all about the fun she was having at college.
But the last few months, she wouldn’t even answer my FaceTime’s.
She’d shut me out whenever I tried asking if something had happened; she would just assure me she was fine.
Instead of continuing to badger her for answers, I decided to invite her to spend the summer with me.
I knew school had probably kicked her ass, and my hope was that was the only thing that had been close to her ass.
Pursuing a career as a doctor isn’t easy, so my plan was to give her a summer she’d never forget.
I knew I would have to figure out how to be a big sister to her, be available to my friends, and keep my influencer account up to date, but I had faith that everything would work out.
“Well, I’m proud of you, and we’re going to have fun this summer.”
“Blayke said as long as we can be around Mocha ’nem BDE men, it will definitely be a good summer.” She grinned before bursting into giggles that immediately turned into coughs.
“See… the Lord hear you and Blayke being mannish. Bye, Glee! Tell Blayke she staying in Sparkling City. Not about to have her parents throwing me back in the water. Take some more elderberry before you call it a night.”
I wanted to say that Lorenzo most definitely did have BDE because he had a big dick.
I’d seen it when the ladies did the “my husband’s dick is bigger than yours” contest. They shoved their phones in each other’s faces for hours, displaying pictures and videos of their men’s dingalings.
I’d never seen a friendly competition like that and was shocked that they were engaging in such discussions with me present.
It was hard to be around the men without thinking about their male parts before the “game,” so composing myself afterwards took the strength of a single mom in a Tyler Perry movie.
At the time, I’d been telling myself that they had scarred me for life.
I remembered thinking there was no way that type of dick could fit inside of a woman’s tiny hole, and I didn’t want to find out.
Unlucky for me, I’d fucked around and found out.
“Have fun. And snatch up one of their husbands’ single friends. I know you tired of being the cat lady.”
“I don’t even have a cat, though.”
“Not yet. It’s coming if you don’t put yourself out there. Blayke is calling. Love you. Byeee.”
My sister disconnected the call, and I refocused on my outfit before my mind wandered to the unsavory things I’d done a few weeks ago.
When the car scene came to mind, my coochie thudded in response like she still hadn’t recovered from the pounding she’d endured.
I still couldn’t believe I’d had my first one-night stand after swearing celibacy, and all it took was a few sips of tequila.
I’d made a note to myself to not even look at alcohol's way for a while. Nonetheless, had I been in possession of a picture of that man’s dick, the ladies would have had to crown me.
Shit. This is gonna have to work.
This was my fifth time changing, and my closet was a mess because of it.
If I didn’t leave now, I would be late, and that was a no-no.
I always tried to be early wherever I went because being late was disrespectful.
Taking one final look at myself in the mirror, I felt confident in my presentation.
Looking at the time on my phone once more, I decided to clean up my mess later when I got home.
Dasani was hosting a Sniff-and-Sip party at her and her husband’s estate.
I loved being invited to all of the ladies' homes, but theirs was my favorite. I still couldn’t wrap my mind around them living the way they did.
The invitation was wrapped in a big satin bow that smelled delightful, so that’s what I chose to wear: bows.
Knowing Daylani, who planned all the parties, that had to be the theme.
Thankfully, I had plenty of items I could wear to fit the theme, but today’s winner was a cream crop top that tied together into a giant satin bow pushing up my breasts.
I paired it with form-fitting, high-waisted pants that stopped just past my knees and hugged my calves.
On my feet were a pair of Betsy Johnson heels featuring a satin floral bow across the toe strap and ankle buckle.
They were cute and comfortable, which was perfect for a mingling event like this.
The look was giving modern ’50s pin-up girl, so I pulled my braids out of my face and let them hang down my back, clipping the braids together with a bow that matched my top.
Two braids framed my face, drawing attention to my eyes.
My makeup was beat, and the red matte Mac Ruby Woo set it off.
Not having time to change my purse, I grabbed my white Louis Vuitton monogrammed Speedy 25, which already had my essentials, and headed out the door, hitting the lights along the way.
By the time I’d listened to The Weeknd’s “The Birds, Part 2” seven times, I’d arrived at the Rinaldi estate.
They’d pulled out all the stops, including valets parking the cars.
I popped a peppermint in my mouth, even though I’d just brushed my teeth earlier when I answered Glee’s FaceTime.
Tossing my keys into the cupholder, I grabbed the envelope I brought for Dasani.
I didn’t know what to get her, so I chose a card with a personal note written inside and $300 in cash.
With the way her immaculate home was lined with cars I couldn’t even pronounce, and staffed with a full crew to run the event, I knew she didn’t need my money.
But I’d been taught to never arrive empty-handed at any gathering where someone was being celebrated.
The valet attendant helped me out of my car, and when I noticed that the light-skinned, handsome one looked familiar, I squinted, trying to see where I could place him.
“Pretty lady. You ready to let a real nigga in?”
Italian, Scarlett’s little cousin, grinned while rubbing his gloved hands together. He, along with the other attendants that I was now able to identify as the rest of his passee, was all dressed in black down to the gloves.
“Italian, find you something to do. Like school.”
He licked his lips. “I got that under control. Can’t be that nigga if you dumb.” He tapped the side of his head.
“I’m glad you know. But don’t be playing in these cars.”
I didn’t have to warn him about mine because mine was the most modest of the lineup.
“Oh, Don done fucked up giving us this job. We ’bout to burn one of these bitches down to the rubber. As soon as they get full off that oil, we outchea.” His swiveled his head, scanning the cars.
I looked over my shoulder down at my car and then back at him. He flashed his million-dollar smile, which would cause many girls' heartbreaks.
“Don’t worry. You safe, pretty lady.”
“Umm-hmm. Be safe.” I knew if I lingered any longer, he’d continue to flirt as if he had a chance.
Nodding, I hurried across the circular driveway, ignoring their inappropriate comments about my attire and figure.
Italian Cuppacio was going to be someone’s hell on wheels one day. That I was sure of.
Dasani had been raving about her perfumes and was excited to get back into entrepreneurship.
I was so happy for her. She didn’t need to launch a line, but it was her passion which fueled her to make it happen.
I knew without a doubt her line would be a success—not just because of her and her husband's influence, but because of how she lit up every time her interest in fragrances came up.
Entrepreneurship is tough, but it gave me purpose too. As much as I longed to have a life like theirs, I loved that I had a thriving career as a content creator. It kept me busy and, with over three million followers, definitely entertained.
As soon as I walked through the open double doors, I smiled.
I had guessed the theme correctly as bows greeted me from every angle.
Large satin bows were tied at the end of the grand staircase, and large balloon arches shaped like bows were strategically placed throughout the space.
A server handed me a champagne flute with a little bow tied to the stem and told me everyone was in the formal dining room.
“Glooooowwww! Look at youuuu, biiiitch!”
As Jisei greeted me, the rise of her chubby cheeks nearly made her eyes close, and her mink lashes were the best I’d seen.
I made a mental note to ask her who’d done them because I was tired of fighting with my clusters.
She was carrying her baby weight as if it was normal to be this round, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she would immediately slim back down once she popped the baby out.
I couldn’t imagine gaining a whole bunch of weight and not being able to get rid of it as soon as I gave birth.
I knew that was not only impossible and very unhealthy, but those were my feelings.
Someone else called out, happy to see me. I’d escaped inside my mind that quickly that I’d forgotten to speak. “Hey y’all! Everyone looks so cute.”