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,hewas 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 hadtengirlfriends. 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 datinga 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.
