Page 2 of Wasn't Supposed To Be Yours
Once Grant and I ended, men like him were the only men that I was attracted to. Just without the insecurities from them, and without them thinking that they were going to beat my ass.
I’ve dealt with my fair share of men. My line up is crazy. I only wanted CEO’s, investors, executives, developers, and things of that nature. They had to be older than me. Much older. That was the case because I didn’t need a man trying to put kids in me. Usually, the older men that I dealt with, they didn’t want children, and some had already had children that were grown, so they wouldn’t want anymore. I knew from a young age that I never wanted children. I haven’t met a man yet that has made me chance my mind, and baby, I’ve met some great men, but no one has come close to me coming off birth control, so that I could risk my body, and give them a baby.
Garrus was the last guy that I dealt with. If you all remember my sister’s, Free story, then you’ll remember the madness thattook place between Garrus, and I. Crazy thing is, I loved Garrus. I loved him so much that even if he didn’t have the money that he did, I would have still chosen to be with him. He brought a side out of me that I never even knew existed. I had a personality where I felt like I was serious all the time, not really showing a playful side of me, and he pulled it out. Even though Garrus was older than me, he did have a mature side of him, but there rested a youthfulness about him. We would go to arcades for some of our dates, even sometimes do active dates like golf, and tennis, which is the reason why I was heavy into those sports now. He got me into watching sports, going to sporting events, and things of that nature.
Garrus was a married man though. I was foolish enough to believe that maybe one day he would leave his wife for me, like he had been telling me. I know it’s too late to go back in time, but God, I wish that I could go back to the day that I meant him, and I would have never allowed him to pursue me. The thing is, when Garrus and I met, I knew that he was married. Because of the luxury car company that he owned, and with him being from Miami, it was hard to not have known who he was. I just didn’t know him on a personal level though. I fell for the way he instantly started spoiling me, tricking on me, just like Grant had done, so I ignored the fact that he was married. I knew it wasn’t right, but Garrus wasn’t the first married man that I’d dealt with. Back then, I used to try to justify it with my feelings not being real, and it wasn’t like I was trying to take these bitches husband’s away from them. All I was looking for was someone to sponsor my lifestyle. That was my justification back then.
Imagine walking into his car dealership, going there to just rent out a Porsche, since my G63 was in the shop. Imagine when it was time to the pay the tab, there was no balance because Garrus gave me the newest Porsche there, telling me that I could keep it for as long as I wanted to. He was playing the game,trying to win me over, and God, it worked. Imagine him getting my contact information because I left it on the paperwork after signing for the Porsche, and he calls that same evening, wanting to know what my favorite food was. Upon telling him that I loved pasta, he sends a black truck to my house the next day, we’re getting on a private jet, and he’s taking me to Italy, just because he had a favorite Italian spot there, and he wanted me to try the pasta out.
Men have done some crazy things for me in the past, having women around me question how good my pussy had to have been to get them to trick on me the way that they did, but Garrus was easily the biggest trick of them all. He literally funded everything in my life. This man put me in a position to have around the clock chefs, maids, drivers, just anything domestic that a woman typically does, he made it where I didn’t have to do it. My lifestyle with him was something out of a movie, and being from the projects, it was something that little me was proud of.
My feelings grew so strong for him, and along the way, his grew even stronger for me, but he never left his wife. You couldn’t expect to fuck someone’s husband and not think that there weren’t going to be any kind of repercussions. His wife found me on my damn birthday and shot me down in the middle of a restaurant like it was nothing. Almost losing my life behind that man was enough for me to finally walk away from that situation. After being released from the hospital, I remember packing up that condo that he’d gotten for me and moving to my current condo. I had to do better for myself. I had to make better decisions.
I haven’t dealt with another man ever since. I was too paranoid. Being shot and coming so close to death had really scared the shit out of me. Although I had enough money put in different accounts to last me a few lifetimes, I wanted to change my mindset these days, and hustle to have my own shit. Whichbrings me back to why I had been in Milan for over a month. I was coming up with my own luxury bedding line.
After the shit with Garrus, and when I had time to reflect on what I wanted to do with my life, I thought that I wanted to create my own luxury travel agency business. I even looked into some courses, but along the way, it just didn’t feel like it was my thing. That’s when I went back to the drawing board, and I thought about a business that I could see myself owning, and something that I knew I would find interest in. Whatever my brand was going to be, I knew that it had to be something luxury.
I had a thing for home décor. I love to decorate bedrooms. I remember moving into my new condo, and also when my sister, and June, purchased a house, and how eager I was to work on the interior designing. It was specifically the bedding that I would find interest in, and that’s when the lightbulb went off in my mind, and I decided that I would come out with my own luxury bedding line. I decided to call it ‘House of Henry’, incorporating my last name into my brand. This was such a huge investment, and a gamble with my money, like I’d already mentioned.
I went out to Milan with a purpose, and I felt like a damn boss! Even though the men that I’ve dealt with in the past, and the money that I’d gotten from them that I saved was the sole reason why I was able to even drop the bag in Milan the way I did, it still felt good knowing that that money was going to get flipped, and it would be my hard work that would one day put even more money in my bank account.
I found a vendor out in Milan, where I was able to share with them more about my brand. I wanted my bedding collection to look like something where you would see it, and you automatically knew that if your funds weren’t right, it was something that you couldn’t afford. I’m talking Egyptian cotton, silk sheets, champagne colored bedding, anything thatjust looked like money. I explored so many options while in Milan, and I didn’t leave until everything was in production, so I couldn’t wait to see where this new business venture was going to take me.
It just so happened that I was coming back home on the same day that my niece, Liberty was having her half year birthday party. Free, and June were throwing her a big party today, and when I landed, I was only going to have enough time for the driver to pick me up from the airport, drop me home, so that I could shower, and I would head to the party. Because I knew that I was coming back on the day of my niece’s party, I made sure that I picked my baby up some things while I was out in Milan. I loved my ‘Tee- Tee baby’ so much. Free had her, but I promise that was my child.
I’ve been away from everybody for over a month, so I really couldn’t wait to touch down in Miami, so that I could be around some love. I was most excited to see Bagel, my puppy. It broke my heart that I was away from him for over a month, and I knew that I was going to attack him with love the moment I touched down.
Hours later
6:27 P.M.
The party started at 3:00, but I didn’t land in Miami until a little after 4:00. After getting my checked bags, and meeting with my driver, having him take me home, I was already running super behind. Luckily, at my condo, the building offered pet concierge services, so I was able to leave Bagel with them while I was away. I damn near broke my neck, going to the pet center at my building, so that I could get my baby. I loved on him, and almost cried, seeing how happy he was to see me.
From there, we made it to my house. I was quick with rolling my suitcases in the house, jumping in the shower, and getting ready. The things that I’d gotten for my niece in Milan, I keptthem in the designer shopping bags that they came in, and took them out to the car, and here I was, finally pulling up to the park, where the party was being held. As I pulled up, and I saw the decorations, the DJ that was playing loud music, all the fun activities for kids to enjoy, such as bouncing houses, face painting, pony rides, all I could do was laugh because I expected nothing less from Free. Mind you, Liberty was only turning six months, and my sister had gone all out like this. I could only imagine what the hell she was going to do when Liberty turned one years old.
I pulled my car into the crowded parking lot, and I parked. I was pushing my new toy. It was a brand-new convertible, Bentley Continental GT. I traded my Porsche in for this car after everything happened between me, and Garrus. I didn’t want to keep anything that he’d purchased for me. It was just my way of trying to take it away from myself first before he could take it away from me because I knew that he was pissed with me behind me not wanting anything to do with him. His wife was in prison for shooting me, and he thought that because she was locked up, him and I would be a thing, but I no longer wanted any parts of that.
I was in love with this Bentley. It was a statement car. Whenever I pull up in it, people would break their necks to look at it. It was the kind of car that screamed that I was young, fine, single, and kid- less.
I shut the car off, and I opened the door, so that I could get out. Even though this was a kid’s party, I didn’t miss an opportunity to dress up. While I’m sure every woman that was out here in attendance were going to have on something chill, and sporty, since this was an outside event, I didn’t do what everyone else did. The outfit that I had on, I could leave here, and sit at a nice, upscale lounge once this was over.
I was wearing a nude color corset, that snugged my body, and in this corset, you could see that the Pilates, tennis, and golf were all paying off because my waist was snatched! I paired it with light, denim high- waisted jeans that hugged my body, and before I left out of the house, I looked at myself in the floor length mirror in my bedroom, and I saw the way my ass sat up in these jeans, and the way the jeans hugged me. Clear, six-inch heels graced my feet, showing off my beautiful French tip pedicure that I’d gotten while out in Milan. A small, shiny gold Balenciaga purse was paired with the outfit, and because I didn’t feel like doing anything too heavy with my hair, I was able to wet it, and I had it slicked back into a low bun. A slick back bun was one of my go- to looks. It separated the naturally pretty bitches from the bitches that had to do a lot just to get pretty. My face card ate down, and that could truly be seen once my hair was pulled away from my face.
I didn’t wear make-up because I was secure in myself enough that I didn’t have to leave the house with a face beat down to the gods each time that I stepped out. I only had on lip liner, with lip gloss, and a little bit of mascara.
Stepping out of the car, I held my purse, along with the designer shopping bags for my niece, and like this was a runway, I walked with purpose, heading for the pavilion, seeing that there were so many people that were in attendance. My eyes were dancing all over, trying to find my niece. I didn’t care who was holding her because I was getting ready to take her from them, and I was going to love on her, and tell her how much I had missed her while I’d been away.
“There goes my sister. Dioneeeee, I missed youuuu,” Free cooed, being the first one to spot me. She was empty-handed, as she walked away from the pavilion, and she quickly made her way over to me. My sister was breathtakingly beautiful. All my sisters were. Neither one of us had the same father, and weall looked like our dads, so with that, none of us looked alike. I looked like my mom, and dad though. You could see bits of both of them in me.
Here I was, with this rich, dark skin, tall, and slim slick, but Free had caramel skin, she wasn’t tall like me, and she was collard greens, and cornbread thick! Free’s body was one out of this world, and the hating ass bitches in Miami loved to say that she laid on a table to achieve her body, when that wasn’t the case at all. Free was a gym rat, just as I was, so she put in hard work for her body, with a mixture of having good genes.
“I missed you too,” I cooed right back, dropping the bags on the floor for a second, so that I could hug my sister. It was one of those hugs where you rocked side to side with one another. We held onto each other for longer than a minute, and then we let go.
“How was Milan?” she asked, even though we’d talked almost every day while I was gone, and I had been telling her how everything was going.
“Good. I’ll move out there,” I let her know, and she rolled her eyes.
“Yeah right. Tell that to mommy,” she said, and at the same time, our other sister Tommie was coming over.
