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  “Let me see who this is, it might be daddy calling to make sure I landed safely. I forgot to call him.” I watched her jump out of bed and jog out the room as her breasts bounced up and down. I smiled, feeling blessed to have her back into my life. I didn’t know what to do about this Gabriela situation. There was no way that she was going to believe me. It sounded too damn crazy. Hell, I still couldn’t believe it myself. I just don’t want to lose her again. I felt torn. I didn’t want to keep this secret from her, but I also didn’t want to lose her. Fuck!

  “Oh my God! Are you serious right now? Really?”

  I heard Kimora shouting in the living room and instantly thought she had found out. I quickly hopped out of bed and almost busted my ass. I darted in the living room. Kimora was sitting naked on the couch and in tears as her cell phone sat beside her.

  Oh my God, she knows. Damn! I should’ve told her. I knew Gabriela was going to run her mouth because she takes satisfaction in this drama shit.

  “Mora, baby what’s wrong?” I asked, scared of what she might say.

  “It’s my Mom; she’s out of a coma! Isn’t God good! They told me I could come visit her in an hour or so. I’m just so relieved. I really thought I’d lost her,” she said with tears running down her face.

  “Come here,” I said holding my hand out for her.

  I pulled her to me and hugged her tightly as she shed happy tears. I was relieved that it wasn’t Gabriela on the phone but overjoyed that her mother is pulling through.

  “I’m going to shower and go to the hospital to see her,” she said kissing me on the cheek.

  “I’m going too and afterward, we can go to dinner. This is a celebration.”

  Chapter 8

  Gabriela

  I just made it home and I couldn’t believe how Neron reacted towards me. I sat on the toilet seat lid in my bathroom and applied peroxide and Neosporin to my scraped and bleeding knee. I shook my head. Neron had never put his hands on me before. A tear slipped from my eye as I thought about all the good times we shared. I stood up and walked into my bedroom. I pulled the camera out of my trench coat pocket and pressed play. I intensely watched the recorded video of Neron and me making love. Just seeing how much he enjoyed it, turned me on. What I wouldn’t give to relive that moment. It’s a good thing I have it on tape. I must’ve watched it fifteen times before I reached into my nightstand and grabbed my favorite sex toy. I took my time pleasuring myself as I watched the video of Neron and me. I was going to make sure Kimora saw this video. Even if he was done with me, I was going to make sure our secret got exposed.

  *

  I had been putting in some applications for a customer service job and was surprised when I finally got a call back a few days ago. The position was for a collections representative. I still had my mother’s bills to pay and my brothers to clothe and feed. I was going to lose them if I didn’t get some type of income coming in, so I was ecstatic when I got the call back. I was starting immediately, today to be exact.

  I felt like I was fifty years old, cleaning, cooking and taking care of my little brothers, but I refused to let them go into foster care. My family on my mother’s side wasn’t shit, so I definitely had to start stacking some coins.

  “How do I look?” I asked my brothers.

  “You look nice sis,” they said in unison.

  “Thanks,” I said smiling.

  I was wearing a black DOTS pencil skirt that stopped slightly above the knee. I paired the skirt with a basic black and white striped blouse and some black three-inch peep toe heels. My hair was pulled into a neat bun with a strand of hair curled on each side of my face. I was nervous as if it was the first day of school.

  I walked towards the kitchen and pulled out the boys’ lunches and we headed out the door so I could drop them off at school. I couldn’t be late on my first day.

  I hadn’t spied or attempted to contact Neron in a few days. I needed to recollect my thoughts before I pulled my next trick. He was really upset with me, but he was going to regret every single harsh word that he hurled at me. I still was in love with him, but I wanted him to hurt since he constantly kept hurting me. I had to push Neron to the back of my mind though and concentrate on my first day of work.

  *

  After dropping off the boys at school, I made the ten-minute drive to my new job. My stomach was doing cartwheels and I had gas like crazy. The boys were so happy when I dropped them off at school because I was lighting up the car. I’ve never had a job before so I was nervous about what to expect.

  I turned off the engine and pulled down my visor to double check my makeup. After being satisfied with my look, I stepped out of the car and walked towards the entrance. The building was huge with too many windows to count. There were so many females at this job that I knew it was nothing, but gossip and drama going on around here.

  I walked inside the building and was instantly greeted with the cold A.C. I instantly thought about bringing a jacket or sweater tomorrow because I wasn’t built for the cold. I walked towards the security desk and showed him my badge that I received yesterday after orientation. He nodded and I walked towards the elevator and pressed three.

  “First day?”

  I looked next to me and saw a female about 5’9 with black faux locs. She had the skin of an almond with high cheekbones and a stud ring in her nose. She was sporting a red pants suit that accentuated her curves. Her body would remind you of the rapper, Fabulous’ woman, Emily.

  “First day?” She asked again. I was too busy looking her up and down to hear her the first time.

  “Um yes, it’s my first day. I’m actually quite nervous,” I said as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. I watched as she walked into the elevator before me and she had a lot of juice in her caboose. Her ass was fat! I walked in behind her and we stood side by side.

  “Well, you’ll like it here, as long as you stay to yourself. I’ve been working here for almost seven months and these bitches up in here gossip and keep drama going on ‘round here.” Two females turned around and glanced at her, but she didn’t give a damn. She kept on talking. “So, make your coins and stay to yourself,” she said with a smile.

  “Thanks for the heads up. My name is Gabriela by the way.”

  “I’m Renee. It’s nice to meet you.”

  We smiled, the elevator door opened, and we walked through the double doors and into the office. There were about sixty cubicles and nothing, but females were occupied by all of them.

  “Good morning, Miss Hernandez,” said Chandra, my boss. Chandra was cool as hell, but she was business first. She was standing at 5’3 and was yellow as the sun. She rocked a wrap that stopped in the middle of her back. She dressed like Clair Huxtable and carried herself well.

  “Good morning,” I said with a smile.

  “Ironic that you and Miss Simms are walking in together, your desk is right next to her. Renee, show her all the ropes. She had an orientation, but today is her first day. Help her feel welcomed, please.”

  “I gotcha boss lady,” replied Renee.

  Chandra winked at us and sashayed towards her office.

  *

  The first few hours flew by that I was surprised that it was lunchtime already. I actually did really well for my first day. Some callers were so frustrated and sounded like they needed to get laid or something. I wanted to scream, “pay your bills on time and I wouldn’t have to call your ass,” but I knew I couldn’t say that. Not if I wanted to keep my job.

  “You ready for lunch?” Renee asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

  “Yeah, I’m starving,” I replied as I logged off the computer and grabbed my purse.

  We walked into the cafeteria and if felt like high school all over again.

  “The food is pretty good here. I’m getting a BLT sandwich.”

  I followed behind Renee and glanced at some of the food. I decided to have what she was having. After we paid for our subs and sodas, we found an empty table and sat d
own. I silently prayed over my food and looked up to seeing Renee opening her soda can.

  “So, how do you like it so far?” She asked.

  “It’s okay. I can’t really complain,” I replied.

  “Yeah, it’s cool working here. The pay is nice,” Renee said.

  Renee and I sat on our hour lunch break and talked about any and everything. She was cool as hell. She was originally born in Annapolis, Maryland but moved to Jacksonville seven years ago to leave her abusive ex-boyfriend. She had no kids and she lived alone.

  “So, what’s your story,” asked Renee in between chews. She didn’t even bother to cover her mouth. Home girl spoke every time with a mouth full of food and burped every time she drunk some of her soda. She truly didn’t give a fuck.

  “Um, well, I have three brothers that I take care of. They’re six, nine and thirteen. I don’t really mess with my mother. She’s in jail. She caused me to lose my daughter,” I said as I suddenly lost my appetite.

  “Oh damn. I’m sorry to hear that. What did she do?”

  “We fought. She fought me like a bitch on the street,” I said bluntly.

  “Damn, that’s fucked up. Well, are you still seeing your baby daddy,” she said wiping her hands on a napkin.

  “We’re on a break right now, but that don’t mean shit. So, I guess you can say we’re still together. You know how that break up to make up shit goes.” Renee nodded her head in agreement and I kept talking. “In fact, we’re trying to have another baby right now,” I said proudly. I pulled out my cell phone and showed her my screensaver, which was an old photo of Neron and me.

  “That’s what’s up. He’s cute girl. I know he’ll be thrilled when you do get pregnant again,” she said standing up, as lunch was over.

  “Yeah, he will be,” I mumbled, grinning.

  *

  I’ve been working at my job for almost four weeks and money was finally coming in. The boys were so happy to have new clothes again finally. My six-year-old brother, Mario, was constantly being teased about his shoes having holes in them. The soles were falling apart and my mother was duct taping them, to hold it together. I felt proud being able to do something nice for my brothers for a change.

  Since it was Friday, I decided to have a night out with my girl Renee. Jose was thirteen years old and mature enough to stay home alone, so I left him in charge of watching the boys.

  “Now, I ordered you guys three medium pizzas and I left ten dollars for an emergency. An emergency, Jose! I’m going to need that ten back if all goes well,” I said, grabbing my keys and smirking at him.

  He smiled and nodded his head okay. After saying goodbye to the boys, I was off to Renee’s apartment.

  Renee and I have been hanging out so much lately, that Neron had been slipping my mind. Maybe I should leave his ass alone and move on. Nah. Who was I kidding? That man had my heart. I decided that tomorrow, I would start putting my plan back into motion.

  I had just arrived at Renee’s condominium and she lived in a quiet neighborhood in Mandarin. I was wearing black leggings with a long white V-neck shirt and gold flats. I had my signature red lipstick and took the time to curl my long tresses. I felt comfortable, yet girly. Besides, we were just chilling together anyway.

  I knocked on her front door and Renee quickly answered the door. She definitely looked chilled in some hip hugging tight denim shorts, a red spaghetti strap shirt, and black house slippers with a silver ankle bracelet. Her Faux Locs were tied into a ponytail and she had no makeup on her face. In her hand, I’m assuming was a glass of liquor.

  “Hey girl,” we said in unison as we hugged. She stepped to the side and allowed me to enter her place.

  “Nice place!” I said as I looked around, checking out her spot. She had everything so organized and clean that I could eat off her floor! She had a gray and black leather-like sofa and loveseat with a black coffee table finished off with a glass top with matching end tables. Directly in front of the sofa was a thirty-two-inch flat screen.

  “Thanks, you know my favorite color is black so it’s only right that my living room be decorated in that color,” she said smiling as she walked off towards the kitchen. I closed the front door, placed my purse on her coffee table, and sat down.

  “Here girl, this shit is fiyah!” Renee spat as she handed me a glass.

  “Thanks. It looks good. What is it?” I asked.

  “It’s a strawberry coconut daiquiri. I made a big batch too.”

  I took a gulp and the drink was so good that I was drinking them like a slushy. Within twenty minutes, I was on cup four. Renee and I were getting fucked up as we watched Aries Spears on Shaq’s, All Star Comedy Jam. Every time I got drunk, I laughed at any and everything. I was having a good time until Renee asked me some dumb shit.

  “I got some niggas about to come through, do you mind? He has a friend and they’re brothers and both fine as hell,” she said excitedly.

  “Well, Renee, you know my baby daddy and I are trying to work things out, so as long as he’s not looking for some booty to tap, we can chill out. Plus, you don’t need my permission, this is your house,” I said sternly. I was faithful to Neron and I wasn’t about to cheat on him.

  “Okay, I got chu girl. I just wanted to make sure you would be comfortable. Let me text they fine asses so they can come through,” she said getting up and walking towards the back, I guess to find her cell phone to text the men.

  After she had called them to come through, we had one more drink and the doorbell rang. I wasn’t looking forward to chilling with some strange man. Right off the bat, I could tell how fast Renee was. Every day at lunch, she was talking about a new dude she was fuckin’ heavy with.

  I stood up as Renee answered the door and I wanted to smack the shit out of Renee. One dude was fine as hell. He had honey colored skin, a bald head and the biggest dimple in his left cheek. He had the type of eyebrows that had lines cut through them. He also had a top and bottom gold grill and was dressed to impress. He gave off the impression of Pete from the movie Baby Boy. He oozed money and definitely looked like he was about that life.

  Now, when I looked at his brother, he looked like a square ass Cuba Gooding Jr. Now, he was handsome, don’t’ get me wrong, but he didn’t have shit on his brother. I liked guys with a bad boy image and this guy definitely wasn’t doing it for me. I wasn’t looking for a quick fuck or anything, but it would’ve been nice if he had the same sexiness as his brother since I had to chill with him. He had no grill or any jewelry and looked like he watched porn every night because he was lonely as hell. I was livid that I would have to talk to him and entertain him while Renee got her back cracked.

  “What’s up ladies,” said the Pete lookalike.

  “We brought two bottles of Ciroc and some fye weed,” said the Cuba Gooding Jr. wannabe.

  “What’s good,” I said dryly as I sat back down on the sofa, uninterested.

  “Gaby, this is Paul,” she said pointing to the thug life sexy one.

  “Hey,” I said with a sexy smile.

  “Nice to meet you beautiful,” he said grabbing my wrist and kissing the back of my hand. I rose my eyebrow, looked at Renee and she was unbothered as she smiled and turned her attention to his brother.

  “This is my boo, Jordon,” she said, kissing the lame one on the lips.

  I was so damn shocked and surprised that she was fuckin’ with him instead of Paul. I automatically assumed she was messing with Paul because she told me that she usually goes for the bad boy type. I guess there’s an exception to every rule. Maybe the nigga had a big dick or something because he just didn’t do it for me. Now, looking at Paul as he smiled and his gold grill beamed, had my panties wet, but I needed to remain focused. I was with Neron.

  Renee quickly pulled Ricardo’s hand towards her bedroom as he carried a bottle of Ciroc in the other. I knew what they were about to do. I suddenly felt awkward.

  “So, what’s your name?”

  “Gabriela, but everybody
usually calls me Gaby,” I said blushing.

  “Okay, beautiful Gaby. Would you like a drink?” I replied yes. “I’ll make you a drink. Just don’t jet out on a nigga and leave a glass slipper or some shit behind,” he said smirking.

  “Nah, I’m not going to leave you. I promised my girl I would chill with you,” I said slightly raising my voice to make sure he heard me from the kitchen.

  Paul returned with two cold glasses of Ciroc and a rolled blunt. We sat talking for about an hour, laughing, drinking and smoking. I found out that Paul was twenty-eight with no kids; he had his own spot and surprisingly had two jobs; a chef and he worked cleaning carpets. He was a hustler though and that was definitely sexy. I pegged him to be a drug dealer or something and it was wrong of me to judge him like that.

  I had the stamina of a horse when I drunk, but the drinks were quickly sneaking up on me, so I knew I had reached my limit.

  “You want another,” asked Paul as he licked his lips.

  “Nah, no thanks, I’m at my limit. I was already drinking before you and your brother got here,” I said politely.

  “Cool. I respect that. I respect a woman that can hold her liquor. That’s sexy,” Paul said as he scooted closer to me. I rubbed the side of my neck in nervousness and inched away from him.

  “Damn, why you running from me baby?” He asked.

  “I have a man, well, we’re on a break right now, but I’m loyal to him,” I said matter-of-factly.

  “I won’t tell if you won’t. Besides, your man doesn’t let you have any friends?”

  “Y’all niggas are funny. Why every time a female say she has a man, you guys ask can she have friends?” I said laughing.

  “It was just a question baby,” he said scooting closer to me.

  I stood up. Okay, I'ma need you to step back and give me some space,” I said firmly.

  Paul stood up and rubbed his hands together. “Why, I make you nervous or something?” I looked down at the floor as we heard Renee moaning and groaning in the back room. He stepped so close to me that I felt his breath on my face. It suddenly hit me how good it felt to have someone pursue and want me. It felt good to be wanted again. I’d missed that.