“Really?” Star’s eyes widened with excitement. “I want to learn to play football.”
It had been two months since I met the girls, and I was proud of the fact that I could tell them apart. Star had a slight dimple in her right cheek that her sisters didn’t have. Serenity had a small birthmark on her neck, and Sky was just a tad chunkier than the other two. Sometimes, they tried to trick me, but I was on it.
“I’ll teach you then.”
“Yayyyyy,” she jumped up and down.
The girls were turning six in a few weeks, and they wanted to have a party at the skating rink, so Brion was making it happen. She did everything on her own and wouldn’t let me help pay for anything, so I told the girls to make a list of what they wanted for their birthday. All three were crazy long, but I got every item on the list. I had even found the mini tea cup poodle that Sky wanted.
“I think you guys are about to leave, but I got you next weekend, okay?”
She nodded eagerly. Brion walked into the living room looking like a million fucking dollars. Dressed in yellow shorts and a sleeveless, denim button up shirt, with yellow, strappy heels on her feet her toned legs and thick thighs were making my dick brick up. Those pretty ass white toes were doing something to a nigga. I loved the fact that she had a bare face aside from lash extensions and gloss. Brion was filming for the reality show and the fact that she was confident enough to go on camera with no makeup spoke volumes. She was bad as fuck, and I was happy that she knew it.
She was on her way to London’s house, and they were filming her gender reveal. She was still living on her own. Isaac had no clue if she was going to take him back, and that nigga was sick. She admitted that she shouldn’t have been communicating with her ex without mentioning it, and he knew he fucked up by having a threesome. Though she admitted where she was wrong, what he did was still worse than what she did, and Isaac was scared as hell that London was done with him. Only time would tell.
“Y’all ready to go see grandma?”
“Yes.”
The girls ran to the room I had given them at my condo, and Brion walked over to me. “Hopefully, we won’t be filming for more than three hours. I’ll come back before I pick the girls up, so I can get you right,” she smirked.
I was about to leave for my three-week trip to Tokyo, and I had been on Brion’s ass bad. I couldn’t get enough of her. She was flying out to join me for my last week, but two weeks without her was a long ass time.
“You still gon’ do that when you go to the doctor next week?”
“Yes. I’m getting my IUD taken out.”
“Good shit.”
I pecked her lips and smacked her on the ass. Every time Brion left my presence all I could think about was the fact that her ex was one goofy ass nigga. When I got back from Tokyo, Ken was throwing me a bachelor party. Josie and Alisa were taking Brion on a bachelorette trip to Cancun. I wasn’t necessarily in a rush to get married, but I knew once the season started, I’d be too busy to even think about a wedding, and a honeymoon wouldn’t be an option. For those reasons, we weren’t wasting any time, but I didn’t feel like we were making a mistake. No one could tell me that Brion wasn’t the one for me. She was my soulmate, and I was standing ten toes behind that shit.
CHAPTER 22
BRION
As I bitmy bottom lip, I did moves I didn’t know my knees would allow me to. One thing I knew for certain was that I’d probably feel it the next day, but a girl didn’t care. I was on cloud nine. Josie was taking a trip to The Maldives for her birthday but before she left, we came out to the club to celebrate. The girls were with Corey’s mother, and I was going on my bachelorette trip when Josie returned from The Maldives. Life was so damn good, nothing could bring me down. I had a sexy, and I do mean a sexy ass man waiting at home for me. He didn’t want me to drive home, so there was a black truck waiting outside the club for me and my sister, so I was on drink number four and feeling too damn good.
So far, I had filmed three episodes of the reality show, and I hadn’t had to gather a bitch once. I had two MUA’s working in my makeup bar paying me monthly suite rent, and my clients had tripled. There were days, I did six to seven clients in one day. Hymn had literally gone behind my back, went to the leasing office and paid my rent up for the duration of my lease. He also took it a step further and paid off my car, so I didn’t even have a lot of bills for real, but I was still grinding like crazy. I wasn’tsure how long it would take me to get pregnant, but once I did, I planned to work all the way up until I gave birth.
After that, I’d gladly go back to being a housewife for the first year, but I never again wanted to completely stop working. London still hadn’t moved back home with Isaac, but I felt like he was wearing her down. Maybe I was delusional, but unlike Corey, I truly believed that it had been a one-time thing with Isaac and that he was sorry. However, even if London decided not to forgive him, that was her right and her business. I was going to be there for her no matter what. I had great family, good ass friends, adorable kids, a thriving career, good health, and a wonderful man. So hell yeah I was in the club, doing my lil’ one two.
As I stood back up, I bent over and twerked on my sister. I had been having too much fun and knew my knees wouldn’t be the only thing hurting the next day. My feet would probably be sore too but fuck it. When the song ended, I fanned myself while grabbing a bottle of water.
“You ready to go?” Josie shouted in my ear over the music. Three of her friends had joined us.
“Yes. This was fun, but I’m ready to get home to my man.”
Josie laughed and went over to her friends. One of them didn’t drink, so she was the designated driver for the three. I waited for everyone else, and we walked out of the club together.
“Brion!”
Turning around, I saw Corey. I hadn’t seen him in a few months and neither had the girls. He was just a deadbeat ass loser, and there was nothing else to be said about him. I really didn’t care what he had going on but according to Alisa, Imani was losing her damn mind. Corey wouldn’t talk to her, and he didn’t want anything to do with their baby.
“The fuck this lame ass nigga want?” Josie asked under her breath.
“Can I help you?” I asked with a frown as he slowly inched toward me.
Corey was Corey. I’d never lie and say he was ugly, but he didn’t even look the same to me. Once I wasn’t in love with him anymore, it baffled me how I looked at him and asked what happened. Aside from a thick, unkempt beard, he pretty much looked the same, but he just didn’t do it for me anymore, and I wondered if he’d always looked exactly like that, and I just was in love. Like he didn’t look bad, but he wasn’t the man that used to give me butterflies.
