The chick doing Heiress’ hair, was talking a mile a minute about how she felt like her boyfriend wasn’t trying hard enough in their relationship. Heiress was trying to pay attention, but she found herself eavesdropping on the conversation going on between Kirah and her stylist.
“Girl you gon’ slay the hell out of them inches, and I’m gon’ secure that hoe nice and tight, so it won’t come off when your man gets to pulling on it. You and Amar looked so cute for his birthday.”
The smile on Kirah’s face stretched a mile long. “Baby, that man is something serious, okay? I don’t see no other niggas. This guy followed me from the gas station trying to get my attention,” Kirah laughed. “At every red light he tried to get me to give him my number. He wasn’t no slouch either. Baby boy was driving a Genesis and had some real heavy ice on his neck. Still, my boo makes all these niggas look like lames. I took the number though just because technically, I am single. But I’m only using it, if ole boy messes up.”
“Girl, you better keep him in your pocket for sure. I don’t know one straight bitch in this city that wouldn’t love to have that. Some gay chicks might want his ass too,” the stylist laughed.
Heiress felt like she was going to be sick. And out of all the women that wanted him initially, Amar had wanted her. She deserved him. Heiress kept telling herself that Amar didn’t deserve a woman with the kind of issues that she had, but she deserved a good man. After what Kevin did to her, Heiress needed to be loved properly, but she didn’t know how to receive it. She had dated guys that all the girls wanted. The popular niggas that had thirty females and wasn’t trying to commit to any of them. She dated the cocky arrogant guys, and the guys that were super jealous. For whatever reason, she always attracted toxic and dysfunctional so by the time she met someone different, she was already damaged. Traumatized.
Heiress was so happy when her stylist handed her the mirror, so she could look at her hair. She was more than ready to get out of that shop. Maybe instead of lying about it, she should have stayed in Chicago for real. She then wouldn’t have to worry about running into Amar or anyone that he was fucking. Heiress knew women like Kirah. She would pull out all the stops to get a man like Amar, and it wasn’t because she loved him. Now that she knew him, of course, Kirah probably genuinely liked Amar.But in the beginning, Heiress was sure that bagging a nigga like Amar was some sort of accomplishment for Kirah. She was the kind of female that loved being the center of attention and what better way to be that than to have a nigga like Amar?
Heiress paid for her hair and left the shop. She had to go home and get busy sewing. She was unleashing a new summer line, and she was focused. No dating, no dick, no clubbing. Within the next two weeks, she wanted to have more than ten different designs to add to her website. If each of her custom pieces sold out, she’d make more than $5,000. Since she was scared to fall in love, Heiress would do something that she couldn’t go wrong with, and that was getting to a bag.
Yohana grabbed her backpack and her purse and got out of her car. It was her first night of real estate class. Just as she locked her car, she saw a familiar car pull up, and she thought she was tripping until the car stopped in front of hers, and Canyon opened the door of his vehicle. She couldn’t stop the smile that graced her face. That was why he had asked so many questions about where she was taking her class. Yohana thought he was just making conversation. She was venting to him about having a stressful day and rushing and not having enough time to do anything before she had to cook dinner for Kari and get ready for class.
When Canyon emerged from the car with a strawberry banana smoothie from Panera Bread and a bag that she was sure contained her favorite bagel, she wanted to fuck him right then and there. Her vagina was still sore from all the sex they had at the resort, but Yohana didn’t care. During their trip, they had sex more than five times, and each time was better than the onebefore. In such a short amount of time, Yohana had fallen for Canyon hard. She felt like a schoolgirl with her first crush.
“You are too sweet,” she stated as he passed her the items.
“You sounded kind of stressed on the phone, and we can’t have that. I need you relaxed and focused. You’ll get your license in just enough time to help me purchase some more investment properties. I’m counting on you.” He winked at her, and her heart melted.
“That’s not pressure at all,” she smiled.
“You’ll do fine. Call me when you get out of class.”
“Will do.”
Yohana felt as if she was on cloud nine as Canyon got in his car and pulled off. He didn’t have to have the kind of money that he did. Canyon could have had a regular job making $13 an hour, and he would still be that nigga. She was sold on him as a person, and it hadn’t even been that long. She had been in a relationship for the past fifteen years, but her best friend had no luck in the dating field. Grown ass men their age and older were still out here lying and playing games. Erica complained about it at least once a week. Yohana always told her that she was glad she wasn’t out here single and looking. Her marriage was far from perfect, but she never saw herself divorcing Zone and jumping back into the dating pool.
Who knew where her and Canyon would end up? But what she did appreciate was the fact that he was super mature. He didn’t play games. He was thoughtful and romantic, and the D was amazing! Even if they didn’t work, he had set the bar high as hell. Yohana couldn’t date anyone else if they weren’t coming like Canyon. They had only been back from the ski resort for a few days, and he was already talking about their next trip. The man was absolutely a breath of fresh air.
Yohana walked into the classroom and found a seat near the back. She was determined to focus and to put her all into beinga real estate broker. She wouldn’t put all the blame on Zone. Both of them had already failed Kari once. Now, it was up to her to step in and be the parent that he needed her to be. She couldn’t take Zone’s place, but she could try to make the rest of her son’s childhood as comfortable and normal as possible. He had even asked her if he could go to public school next school year. Yohana had always taken pride in the fact that her son was getting a top tier education, but she wouldn’t make him go to school with kids that were looking at him sideways because of what happened to Zone. She assured him that he could transfer to public school. Lowkey, that was a weight lifted off her because she didn’t have to worry about the cost of tuition.
Yohana pulled her textbook out of her bookbag. She made a promise to herself that in the next six months, money would no longer be an issue for her.
CHAPTER 15
Canyon finishedhis run and pressedstopon the treadmill in his home gym. He had been working out for the past hour and was sweaty and borderline tired. He didn’t play about working out though. He sipped the last of his green smoothie and went to take a shower. Once that was out of the way, he slipped on some boxer briefs, black basketball shorts, and a white tank top. After sticking his feet in his Nike slides, he grabbed his cell phone and called Yohana. Canyon was feeling her, and he wished he could spend a little more time with her, but he respected her being a good mother. Her son was coming up on his last day of school then he would be out for the summer. When Canyon wanted to see her more than he was, he had to try and do so while Kari was in school.
“Hi,” Yohana answered on the third ring.
“This call was a test. You were supposed to ignore me then call me back in two hours and say you were studying,” he headed into his kitchen.
“In a perfect world, right? But I did actually study for the past hour. I had to take a break to cook for Kari. I try not to let him eat a lot of fast food during the week although tomorrow, just might be a pizza night. I read chapter one twice and started on chaptertwo. My plans were to finish that in one sitting but it’s eighteen pages.” Yohana sighed. “Real estate is a lot.”
“It’s a lot but you got it,” he assured her as he pulled eggs, spinach, bacon and cheese from the fridge. It was late in the day, but he could cook breakfast food better than anything else. He had given Farrah two days off, so he had to fend for himself.
“I know. What are you doing?”
“About to have breakfast for dinner. All I can really cook is breakfast food, grilled food, shrimp, crab legs, and baked chicken. Which reminds me. I know you have to buckle down and study, and you won’t have a lot of time to spare, but can I get an hour of your time tomorrow? For brunch? I’m getting a massage at Massage Envy and Another Broken Egg café is right across the street.”
“Sure we can do brunch. I’m looking forward to it.”
Canyon was about to speak when his doorbell rang, and his eyebrows snapped together. Who in the hell was at his crib unannounced? “Yohana, let me hit you right back. Someone is at the door and since no one called before they came, it better be an emergency.”
“Okay.”
Canyon headed curiously to the door and when he opened it, his eyes bulged out of his head. He looked around the yard as if there were clues to tell him why she was at his house. “Cheyenne? Fuck you doing here?”
