“He likes this bitch and she’s making him want to officially leave his wife,” I said aloud as the pain in my chest spread through my body. The wise woman’s words from earlier faded into my memory as anger and disappointment burned through me. He had just posted this picture an hour ago. He had also just texted me around the same time asking if I’d gone to the doctor to see if I was pregnant. It made me feel like he was trying to tie up all his loose ends before he pursued the woman he reallywanted. For a year, Cozart Walker had acted like his marriage was this impossible prison he was stuck in. He had made it seem like he couldn’t even take me on a fucking date.
After a few weeks another woman had accomplished something, I couldn’t make happen in a year. She got daylight while I got late night hotel rooms. I had fuck videos with no faces, and she had a post on his public page in front of his fifty thousand followers. I had gotten sex, while she got possibility.
NY’Airy made him want to become a better man.
That pissed me off and jealousy burned me up inside. I wasn’t even angry at him; I was angry at her. She hadn’t done anything to me, but unfortunately for her, she was standing a little too close to the man that broke me. I rifled through my luggage until I found the manilla folder. I pulled my laptop issued to me by Brick and Co Fitness out of my bag and logged onto Delta’s Wi-Fi. I then logged into the gym database. I typed in Ny’Airy’s name and her profile appeared. The woman at the restaurant had told me to walk away. I was about to do that until Co posted this picture with this dumb ass caption.
So, she was the one that made him want to be a better man?
Let’s see how much she wanted him after I destroyed her. I dug deep into her life and found out everything I could. I then went over to four banks and applied for accounts in her name. After they were approved, I applied for five credit cards in her name. When I was done with this bitch, she wouldn’t be able to get a Victoria’s Secret gift card in her name. I could look at him and tell he cared about her. I was pondering how I would get him back for playing with my pussy and my heart, and he had led me straight to the answer. I was going to destroy him by destroying her. He wanted her, but he wouldn’t get the person he wanted the same way I couldn’t get him. Life was a bitch, but I was aneven bigger one and it was time for Cozart Walker to pay for all of the bitches he had fucked over and hurt.
I had gotten so lost in my mission that I almost missed the boarding call for my flight. I couldn’t wait to get back to Atlanta. If he thought, he was pissed about what I did with his wife he was about to be even more heated.
Chapter Ten
Brichelle “Brick” Walker
My phone sat in my lap as I tried to talk myself out of what I was about to do. I was sitting in my car acting like a high school girl who was scared to talk to a boy instead of a grown ass, successful, businesswoman.
“Just call him Brick. He must be interested because he gave you his number,” I scolded myself as I scrolled through my contact list all the way to the button. He was the only Z contact in the list. In a league of his own.
“What the hell do I say to him?” I questioned myself. It was times like this I wished I had a girlfriend to talk to. Someone who I could tell how I was feeling, preferably a woman. It was times like this I wished Heaven had cell phones. I hadn’t had a close female connection in years. I had a few female associates and employees, but no one that I considered a friend. Talking to my father had given me courage to call Zumo, but it had been a few hours since that conversation. My nerves had dwindled from full electric shock to a slight tremor.
“Just ask him how business is going. Steal any of my customers lately handsome?” I practiced then immediately cringed at how passive possessive that sounded. I sighed and tossed my phone in the passenger seat. Suddenly the sound of ringing came through my car speakers.
“Uh, oh shit!” I scrambled to grab the phone to end the call, but it slid out of my grasp. I turned to the radio to try to press the red button before he answered, just as his voice came through my speakers.
“Well look at this,” his deep voice answered. “The gym lady finally called me.”
Lord, he sounded even sexier on the phone. I was completely unprepared for this. I hadn’t even decided on what I was going to say. Maybe I should just hang up and when I see him again tell him I butt-dialed him. It sounded cowardly in my head, so I immediately canceled the idea and took a deep breath.
“I wanted to say thank you for helping me out yesterday. Getting guys to come over and patch up the window so my ladies didn’t have to do it and reaching out to my members, just everything you did is appreciated. This may come as a bit of a shock to you, but I’m not used to allowing someone else to be in control,” I shrugged.
“I would have never guessed that gym lady.” His voice was laced with so much sarcasm it caused me to laugh aloud.
“Whatever smart ass. I just wanted to say thank you and I appreciate you. You weren’t obligated to help, but you did. Also, thank you for the juice. I drank all of them and they were delicious. I feel like I’m racking up I owe you’s,” I giggled nervously.
“I know a way you can repay me,” he retorted.
My mind went straight to my pussy. She hadn’t been getting the attention she craved. Fine ass muscled men surrounded me all day every day, but I didn’t mix business with pleasure. My brother did that enough for the both of us and somehow, I was always the one paying for it literally and figuratively. Maybe it was time for me to start getting in a littletrouble near work and stop being so damn responsible. Maybe my little brother could clean my mess if I left one. Judging by how fine Zumo was, I definitely would make a mess.
“It’s been a while since I was intimate with a man, but we can definitely work something out. I just wouldn’t want things to be weird afterwards because our businesses are so close. You don’t have to worry about me I’m a big girl, I can handle that,” I stammered as I felt a blush creep up my cheeks.
He laughed deep and throaty before responding causing my pussy to pulsate. I was ready to pull up wherever he was and give him my payment.
“No matter how big of a girl you think you are, I promise you, you can’t handle the way I would fuck you. I would tear you apart and rebuild you brick by brick. I would make you beg me to stop and keep going. I would fuck your head up so completely I would consume all of your thoughts Brichelle. It’s ok if I call you by your government name, right? Yes, you can’t handle me gym lady, I don’t care how many weights you lift. Luckily for you, the only repayment I want is the chance to buy you dinner. I just want to fill your mouth and your stomach…… with lobster and steak,” he stated.
Heat rushed into my face, and I immediately felt embarrassed for offering this man my pussy and getting turned down. Maybe I had read the signs wrong and he was only being nice to me because we were neighbors. My windows being busted up affected his business too. Who wanted to invite their customers to a place where there was a busted-up business right next door? It definitely brought the property value down. He had delivered the juice because of the argument in the parking lot. The interest was one sided and he was just being nice. Rejection stung and I could see why most men feared it.
“Um, yes. I am absolutely mortified. I read into this all wrong. Please forgive me and let’s just skip dinner, I will see you around,” I stuttered as I pressed the end button and ended the call.
“GOOD JOB BITCH NOW HE THINKS YOU’RE DESPERATE!” I screamed as I banged the steering wheel like a mad woman. This was exactly why I needed a woman to talk to about these things. She would have probably told me that the man was just being nice to me. I would have bought the nigga an edible arrangement and a thank you card. None of this embarrassing shit would have happened. The phone rang and it was Zumo calling back. This was simply great, now he felt like he had to be nice and make it up to me because my feelings were hurt. This reminded me of why I stuck to business and left the fucking and flings to my little brother.
I ignored the call, and he immediately called back.
I sighed and hit the green button to answer the call.
“Why did you hang up?” he questioned before I could say anything.
