Page 34 of Wasn't Supposed To Be Yours
9:36 P.M.
New York
“That shower was so good. My God. I didn’t even want to get out,” I said to my best friend, as I made my way into the living room area, where she was waiting for me.
We’d made it to New York. As promised, whoever Flex and his team were, they hooked us up with a nice private jet getting here. Blake and I had gone through two bottles of wine on the jet, taken a couple of shots, so you know that I was feeling more than good right now.
Blake owned a one-bedroom apartment here in Long Island City. I loved this area in New York for her because it was modern, and a lot of other wealthy professionals like herself typically stayed in this area. One of the things that sold me about this apartment was the amazing skyline view that she had of Manhattan. I loved a beautiful view. I loved something cozy, where I could chill in my living area, or my bedroom, openthe patio door, and enjoy some TV time, with an amazing view looking back at me like this.
This was a brand-new building, and even though it was a one-bedroom apartment, it was huge, with a lot of open space, looking like a luxury condo. The condo that Blake had back home in Miami was just as amazing, so my girl literally had the best of both worlds.
“You came out just in time because I was getting ready to knock on the door and see if everything was alright. The food came. That’s yours right there on the table. What movie you feel like watching? I want to watch something romantic, and cry at the end of it,” Blake offered the second that I flopped down on the couch, sitting right next to her.
I sat my phone down on the arm of the couch, and I pulled my legs up, sitting Indian style. I was so exhausted, so I knew that I was going to barely finish my food, and whatever movie that she decided to put on, I’ll be lucky if I got through the first thirty minutes of it. I’ve been up since four this morning, and hit the road super early, so that I could visit my dad. Once the visit was over, I took the 4+ hour ride back home, packed a bag, showered, and I really only had time to sleep for about an hour. Bagel was dropped off to the pet concierge service that was offered at my condo, and once he was off, I had an Uber pick me up and take me to the airport.
“Put on anything. It don’t even matter because whatever you put on, it’s going to be watching me,” I blurted, as I reached over, and I grabbed my container of food that was sitting on the table in front of me.
Blake ordered Chinese take- out for us. I’ve never had food from this Chinese restaurant, but Blake always did, and she claimed that it was the best Chinese food that she’s ever had, and she hyped up the shrimp Lo Mein, so that’s what I had her order for me.
“Here you go about to be on that grandma shit. I’m trying to watch a movie with my best friend and crack open another bottle. Don’t start that boring ass shit, Dionne,” Blake fussed, popping me on my leg, and then she stood up from the couch.
I took my eyes off the food that was in front of me, so that I could glance up at her. Blake put the B in bad ass bitch! I tell my best friend all the time that in another lifetime, if I was ever into girls, that she would be the first woman that I took down. The body on her was sickening! It was the kind of body where the most faithful man could be out with his woman, and Blake would walk by, and he would still break his neck to glance over at her.
The ass on her was home grown. I grew up with her, and we talked on the phone just about every day, so if she had laid on a table to achieve this body, I would have known. I didn’t know if I wanted to point out the tiny waist, or the fat ass first because both deserved its own moment. Blake had light skin. The kind where if I were to pop her ass back, she would easily bruise. She rocked a blonde pixie cut, and that cut is what really made her the baddest bitch.
You know how some women could be beautiful as hell on the outside, but their inner self was so disgusting? Blake wasn’t like that. Her inner matched her exterior, and I truly believed that’s what made her so beautiful. She was the fun friend, a girls girl, and a sweetheart. She was the woman that would break her neck to get to the other side of the room, just to tell another woman that she liked her outfit. I wouldn’t trade my girl for anything in the fuckin world. I would literally take on a whole damn army for her.
“Don’t get anything too strong. Just something that I can sip, and don’t really feel it. If you get me drunk, good luck trying to get me up in the morning,” I warned her. She laughed off what I said, and then she disappeared into the kitchen that was behind us.
While she was away, I used this time to bow my head, pray over my food, and I dug in. I moaned with each bite that I took, loving the taste of it, feeling like Blake was telling the truth when she hyped this restaurant up, telling me that it was the best Chinese food that she’s ever had in her life.
“I told you it was good,” she said, walking into the living room, holding a bottle ofStella Rosa Blackin her hands, followed by two wine glasses.
She popped the bottle, handed me one of the wine glasses, in which I held out for her to pour some of the wine into, and she did just that. She poured some in hers as well, matching the amount that she poured for me, and we clinked our glasses together, where I took a quick sip, and I reached over, so that I could set it down on the table before me.
Blake sat back down on the couch, scrolling with the remote, trying to find a movie to put on for us. She opted on the movieBrown Sugar,wanting to know if I was okay with her putting it on before she pressed play, and I assured her that it was fine because I knew that I wasn’t going to be up long anyways.
“You going to hit up your boy while we’re out here?” I asked, after I chewed the food down, turning my head, so that I could look at her.
“Who? I know you’re not talking about Kendrix. Don’t get kicked out,” she fussed, and I cracked up laughing because my best friend was the kind of woman that would swear she hated a nigga so bad, but then you’ll call her, and she’ll be somewhere laid up with his ass.
Kendrix was Blake’s on, and off again boyfriend. He stayed right here in New York, and I know that there are a million bitches out there that would get in line to suck his dick. Not only was he very handsome, and very successful, but he was all around just the poster board of what most women would want in a man. Well, most good women anyways. Kendrix didn’t haveany children, and he had his own career. He was a real estate developer. In fact, this very apartment that Blake owns is a building that he developed. He was swimming in money, but for some reason, him and Blake couldn’t get it right. There shit was toxic, but it wasn’t toxic like how things that I’ve seen with my sisters. They’ll just do petty shit to piss each other off. Blake will take another nigga up on his offer to go on a date if her, and Kendrix were into it. Little dumb stuff like that.
“Why do you do that? You act like you hate him so bad. When is the last time that you saw him?” I asked her.
“Dionne, please!” she snapped. The fact that she didn’t even answer the question, made me believe that she probably just fucked the nigga recently.
I laughed at her response, and then my phone started vibrating on the arm of the couch. I picked it up to see who it was, and when I saw the name, ‘Tank’ flashing across the screen, mixed with this being a facetime call from him, my heart instantly started racing. We’ve never spoken on facetime before.
I froze up, not really knowing what to do. Blake saw that I had my phone in my hand, and she could hear it vibrating, so she glanced over at me. I lifted the phone, so that I could show her that he was calling me.
“Answer the damn phone, Dionne. Just see what he wants,” she snapped.
Blake knew little things about Tank, but not every damn thing. She didn’t know about the kiss. I didn’t tell anyone about that. It’s like I was scared to answer the phone for him because Tank didn’t have a filter on his mouth, and I felt like he got off on calling me out in front of other people, just as he did when my sisters were around, so I was lowkey a little afraid of answering it for him.
There was this part of me that was intrigued on what he could have possibly wanted, so I slid the bar across, answering it forhim anyways, and my God, when I saw what was looking at me on the other end of the phone, I could have died. His twist were out his hair. His hair was wet, and it was curly, as if he’d just washed it. From the fresh line up that he had, I could tell that he might have gone and taken care of that today. I could see the white wife beater that he was in, so some of the tattoos that he had on his chest were peeking out at me, along with his arms. There was a hardcore look on his face as he looked at me through the camera.
“What you got going on, love?” his deep voice asked me. When Blake heard his voice, she dramatically picked up her hand, as if she was fanning herself. I tried my best not to fully look at her because then I was going to start laughing.
