Now, I wanted to focus on personal endeavors, as I’d been neglecting my social life for years.
Of course, Ora had been around. Had watched me entertain several other girls, and had patiently waited for me to circle back. And I had. On occasion.
“Did you look at her page? No, the bitch got me blocked.”
Pausing in the hallway, I listened as Ora was on a phone call in the master suite. Always eager to learn how a muthafucka moved, when they thought that I wasn’t looking, I decided to eavesdrop.
“You see her fake, funky, fat ass? Bitch always have on that fake suburban girl accent, butweknow the real. I'ma get a chance to expose her ass. Talking about she been with that nigga since high school. How, though? Especially when you and your friends was jumping on a whole other nigga, ‘bout them hurt feelings. That niggabeenchoosing me.”
“What the fuck?” I mumbled, as I listened to her talk her shit.
“Yeah. That’s what I said. Ion know who would watch that boring ass shit.”
Realizing that I couldn’t get the full scope of the conversation with hearing just one side, I stepped into the room.
“The fuck is you doing?”
Cutting her eyes at me, as she stood in the middle of the room, holding the vacuum that she’d yet to turn on, Ora sighed into the phone. “Charlie, girl, let me call you back.”
I took a moment to study her, as she stood there in a navy-blue laced bra and thong set. Which was a bit odd of a choice to clean up, but hey. That thick physique was amazing, because her body enhancements looked natural. Her legs matched the ass, and she hadn’t overdone it with the breasts.
So, physically, Ora was the shit…but that did nothing to erase the obvious insecurities.
Admittedly, the way that she was always worried about the next woman was my fault. I’d taken her through several changes, and maybe she would always question if she was enough for a man like me. And despite me giving words of affirmation, my actions had told a different story for quite some time.
Not that I’d ever lied to Ora. Because that wasn’t our thing. Either I was gonna give her the ugly truth or not say a word. Either way, she could never say that she’d been lied to. Still, that didn’t change how my actions made her feel.
“What’s up, baby?” She chipperly questioned. “What’s on the agenda for the day? You going outside?”
“Shit,” I yawned. “My pops just called, saying that he wants us to come through. Heavy emphasis on theus.”
“Oh, really?” Her eyes danced with excitement. “And that’s today?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, damn. This was the last thing I expected you to say.” She suspiciously hooded her eyes. “Who all gone be there?”
I shrugged. “My people. You know. My pops, Array…and Summer.”
“Summer, huh?” She pursed her lips. “In that case, you know I'm coming. With my best shit on too. Show her flamboyant dressing ass a thing or two.”
Shaking my head, I smirked, while heading to the master bath. “Hey, do what you do, lil’ mama.”
Summer
“Ewe,” I groaned, as I wiped my mouth.
Climbing off my knees, I prayed that this would be my last time throwing up.
After making my way to the sink, I thoroughly rinsed out my mouth, before brushing my teeth. Right after, I went into my usual morning routine of flossing, skin care, and hair. Lastly, I got dressed for the day, opting to rock a Versace leggings and one-strap sports bra combo, along with the jacket.
Having a strict no shoe policy in the house, I grabbed my sneakers, while leaving my room in a pair of fluffy house shoes.
My very first stop was the first floor of the four-story home. As usual, Tarin and Renny were going hard, putting together book packages that would be shipped out later that day.
“Yessss,” I cheered and clapped my hands. “I love how you bitches are hard at work. I didn’t even have to crack the whip today.”
Smiling, Tarin shook her head, while giving me the finger. Meanwhile, Renny was busy tapping away on an iPad, and merely waved me off.
