Page 24 of Heavy Lifting
“Lucky man,” I heard a man’s voice comment that made me snap my head quickly in the opposite direction.
Sitting two seats down was a fine ass man who looked like he had walked straight off a Nigerian soccer field. He could have been Maduka Okoye’s twin brother. He was tall enough to make most men look average, and his deep bronze skin glowed beneath the Cabana’s soft lighting. His jaw was sharp, and his full beard was lined perfectly. His eyes were dark, and heavily lidded; making him look sleepy and dangerous at the same time. Deep dimples framed his cheeks even though he wasn’t smiling. His nose was straight, lips full, and he had the kind of confidence that said he spent his entire life being told he was handsome. Hishair was cut low on the sides with curls on top, neat enough to look expensive but all natural. A thin gold chain rested against his neck, and a forty-thousand-dollar watch was on his wrist. He wore a thin love Cartier ring on his middle finger.
The button-down shirt he wore was rolled at the sleeves, exposing tattoos on his forearms and thick veins that traveled down to his large hands. His chest was broad and athletic. He looked expensive. Like he spoke multiple languages, swiped AMEX Platinum, and only took first-class flights. Cozart Walker was Atlanta fine, but this nigga was the kind of fine that you had to have a passport to experience.
“Excuse me?” I asked as I turned my full body towards him.
“Whoever has you smiling at the phone is a very lucky man.” The fine ass man said in his thick accent.
I blushed and waved my hand at him dismissively. I was tempted to say that I was smiling at my boss’s picture in bed, but he didn’t need to know that. He needed to think that I had niggas beating down my door with trip offers and expensive gifts begging to be my man. He didn’t need to know that I had been a side bitch for a year to a married man, and I just found out I wasn’t pregnant by him. One of the biggest mistakes bitches made was talking too much. If he wanted to believe I was a bad bitch in high demand, who was I to correct him?
“He is incredibly lucky. I’m sure that the women who smile at their phone when they talk to you feel the same way.” I shrugged and turned my body back towards the front.
“I’m sure they do, but they aren’t here and neither is he. Can I buy you a drink? Or is he smart enough to be on his way down here to keep the men from swooping in to try to take what’s his?” he questioned.
“Actually, I’m good with this one. I was just finishing up. It was nice to meet you,” I replied simply without entertaining the rest of his statement. Telling a foreign nigga that you were at a resort alone sounded like the quickest way to get sex trafficked and put in a container going across the water. I had grown up in the hood and there was no amount of fine that could get me to drop situational awareness. He smiled at me and stood up from his seat. He walked over, reached for my hand, and kissed the back of it. He then pulled out two blue faces and placed them on the table near my drink.
“Bartender, take care of her tab,” he said, before winking at me and turning to walk away.
I smirked and stood from the seat feeling like that girl. Seeing a fine ass man show interest in me reminded me that I had been on Cozart’s dick for a year and I had tunnel vision. I was acting like he was the only nigga in the world because he was the only nigga I wanted. Truthfully, I could get another nigga, and I could tell him and the gym to kiss my ass. For most of those bitches in the gym, he was the best they could do. He wasn’t the best thatIcould do and it was time that I remembered that. Maybe I had dodged a bullet by not being pregnant by him. I went back up to my suite, ordered room service, and lounged in the room for the rest of the day watching movies.
A few hours later my phone buzzed on the hotel’s nightstand. The message notification told me who it was from before I opened it.
FN DEAD BEAT.
I rolled my eyes and wondered why the fuck he was bothering me. It was like a nigga could sense the love you have for him fading. He didn’t want the baby I could have been carrying by him. He didn’t want me. Why the fuck was he on my phone instead of between the next bitch’s legs doing what he didbest, slang wood and tell lies? I opened the message and my eyes went wide as I read it.
FN DEAD BEAT: That was fucked up what you did yesterday, but I deserved it. So, I guess we’re even now. Did you go to the doctor yet to get a real test to see if you’re pregnant?
I smirked and wondered how the hell he knew it was me that sent that message to his wife. I used an untraceable number. The phone only showed his face, it didn’t show mine. He was probably accusing every bitch he fucked with of sending the video to see who would confess to it.
ME: I have no idea what you are talking about
FN DEAD BEAT:Don’t play with me Trallis. I know you sent my wife that video. I have been fucking you for over a year. I know your body better than any nigga you have ever fucked with.
I know the birth mark on your right hip, the way your ass claps when I hit it from the back, and how you ball your hands into fists and push me back when I’m too deep in that pussy. You sent that video. Don’t deny it.
I read his message and my pussy clenched as I had a sex flashback of how good Cozart put it on me. Why was good dick attached to demons? I sighed and placed my head in my hands. The fact that he knew my body inside and out, but not my feelings for him made me feel worse. If I was actually carrying his baby, he would have wanted me to kill it before he even got to know if he liked the little bastard.
ME:Ok. I sent it. But let’s talk about how you’re separated and didn’t tell me. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
I typed the words aggressively in all caps because I wanted him to know how pissed I was. He had a lot of nerve bragging about how he knew my body, but he didn’t know how to tell me he was separated from his wife and they were living apart. His three dots immediately appeared.
FN DEAD BEAT:What difference does it make?
ME:YOU BEING SEPARATED MAKES ALL THE DIFFERENCE IN THE WORLD. WE COULD HAVE ACTUALLY BEEN SEEN IN PUBLIC TOGETHER. WE COULD HAVE WENT ON DATES. WE COULD HAVE BEEN IN A RELATIONSHIP!
Tears filled my eyes as I typed feverishly. I had never understood that comprehension is more important than communication until this very moment. I could communicate how knowing he wasn’t married hurt me, but if he didn’t see the problem in not telling me, I may as well have been swapping recipes with a brick wall.
Three dots appeared, then went away. Then a few seconds later three dots appeared and his message popped up.
FN DEAD BEAT:It wouldn’t have made a difference. Separated is still married. Like I said, you had your fun when you sent the video and we’re even. Did you go to the doctor and get a test? You need to handle that
I laughed and shook my head at how cold he was. He wanted me tohandle thatlike it was a parking ticket and not his flesh and blood. The more I thought about it the happier I became that I wasn’t actually pregnant by this piece of shit. How could someone make me feel like I’m the only thing that matters to him while he’s inside of me, and talk to me like I’m shit on the bottom of a shoe? Instead of texting back, I locked my phoneand tossed it across the bed. The tears rolled down my face and I wiped them quickly.
Fuck Cozart Walker.
He had told me that I was somebody he enjoyed, past tense, like I was a show he finished watching and not a human person with emotions. I wasn’t about to waste my vacation time sitting in the room crying over his ass. The best way to get over an old nigga was to get under a new one.
