A Woman's Worth (6 page)

Chapter Fourteen

Tiffany

I was nervous as hell walking into the restaurant. I knew I looked good. I was rocking a pair of Rock and Republic skinny jeans, a white and red silk tank top paired with a white blazer, a pair of nude color six inch Louboutins, and a black clutch. My hair was done in a big sock bun with my side bangs swept to the side. I didn’t want to over dress, so I went somewhat casual. I hadn’t been on a date in so long, I was shaking.

“Reservations
, ma’am?” the white hostess asked.

“Yes
, Quinton, party of two,” I said. I didn’t know his last name.

             
“Right this way,” she said and guided me through the beautifully decorated restaurant.

It’s just a business dinner calm down
, Tiff. Love is for the birds, remember
? I said in my head.

When I got into my
fuck niggas get money mode
, I was good. I added some pep in my step and strutted to the table.

I got to the table
and he was already sitting, waiting, and looking good. He was out of his suit with a pair of jeans and a white Gucci tee. He looked so good.  He stood up to greet me with a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi
,” I said, smiling, returning the kiss on his cheek.

“What’s good
, Tiff?”

I was taken back
. This was not the man that I met in the suit talking proper English a couple of days ago.

“I’m cool. I’m just ready to get out the hotel and into my own place
,” I said, getting straight to business.

“Welcome to
Prime 112. Our special tonight is the sautéed salmon with arugula and fresh squeezed lemon juice, paired with a porterhouse steak with peppers and onions,” the bubbly waiter said.

“Do you mind if I start with a drink
?” I asked, looking at Quinton.

“Not at all
, I’ll have Ciroc with Red Bull,” he said.

“I’ll take
Peach Ciroc topped with a mint leaf, please, and a glass of sparkling water,” I said, smiling at the waiter.

“No problem
,” she replied as she rushed off to get our order.

“So
, let’s get to business. What properties do you have for me to see?” I looked him in his eyes with a smile.

“Well, I have a three bedroom, with three full bathrooms and one partial bath. It has 3,045 square feet. It’s a townhome in the South Beach area.”

“It’s just me and my daughter. I want something small, but not too small, and something that’s affordable for me to keep living how I'm living,” I said seriously. I didn’t want something over the top and big where I wouldn’t feel secure enough for my daughter.

“If you want something smaller, I would suggest a condo. Maybe two or three bedrooms with around the clock security in the building and amenities,” he said, pulling out some papers out his folder.

“Okay, sounds good. When can we look?” I questioned, getting excited.

Just then
, the waiter came with our drinks. He sat mine down and then sat Quinton’s down. “Are you ready to order?” he asked, pulling out his book.

“I'm not really that hungry, so I’ll take a lobster roll with sweet mango sauce
,” I said taking a sip of my drink.

T
his shit was good. I hadn’t had a drink since Madison was born.

“Alright, I’ll take another drink and a club soda please,” he said, handing her his menu and reaching for mine.

***

Three drinks and a half eaten lobster roll later, we were talking like we knew each other forever. 

“What brings you down to Miami? I know it’s not the weather
,” he said laughing.

“I was tired of my daughter’s father and his ways. I want something new and better for us,” I answered bluntly. That was the truthful effect from drinking.

“Hmm
, if I was your baby’s father, I would’ve never let you get away,” he said, licking his lips.

“Okay
, I have had too much to drink if I think you’re trying to flirt with me,” I said, trying to get up. But, I was obviously too tipsy, so I sat back down quickly.

“Let me drive you home and
you can come pick your car up tomorrow with Tyrisha,” he said, handing me his hand and helping me to the door.

The Miami night breeze felt so good on my skin
. It was cool, but not chilly, warm, but not hot. It was the perfect weather to be out at night. I wasn’t ready to go home.

MaryAnn had Madison for the night
. I had to be at the office early, but I was free to hang out. Plus, I wanted to get to know Quinton. I had nothing but the time and the opportunity.

Chapter Fifteen

Quinton

I was feeling the hell out of Tiffany
. She was smart, funny, and it didn’t hurt that she was sexy as hell. I wanted someone… nah, I needed someone like her. I wanted that stable chick who didn’t mind working or staying home to take care of the kids.

We were sitting on the beach in the middle of the night. Tiffany was laying her head on my shoulder
, talking about her mom and how she wished she could see where she was now in her life. I understood because I felt the same way about my mother.

My mother was a meth head that could care less about anything unless it was go
ing to get her high. I left Minnesota when I turned twenty and moved to Miami. I heard two things about Miami. The drug game was good and the weather was always warm. I came down here with eight hundred dollars in my pocket and a Blackberry.

I rented out an apartment and met up with a dude named Hassam who was moving weight
. After ten years of moving weight, I had more money than I knew what to do with. That’s when I came across Tone and decided to invest my dirty money and make it clean.

Now
, I owned half of our real estate business and three barbershops in my old hood. I was content with my life. I had broken up with my no good ex-girlfriend and now I was ready to move on.

As I sat
, listening to Tiffany, I realized she had been through a lot but, she still remained positive. She made me want to give her and Madison the world, even though I hadn’t met her baby. What man lets his baby mother and daughter leave the state and not look for them or be concerned? That’s the part of her story that threw me for a loop. Was that the complete truth or was there more to her story? Either way, she had me at hello.

“I'm ready to go home now,” she said, standing up and dusting her pants off.

“I’ll take you home
. I don’t want you driving. You had one too many drinks,” I said as I grabbed her shoes. She had the cutest and smallest feet.

“Thanks Quint,” she smiled, looking at the ocean before walking back to my car.

***

By the time I got Tiffany to the hotel, she was knocked out sleeping. I tried waking her up, but all she did was make a small moaning noise and got even cozier in the passenger seat. I turned the car off, went around to the passenger side door, and lifted her out the car. She was so light and looked so angelic. She snuggled in my arms and went into a deeper sleep.

When I eventually got her to
the bedroom of her hotel room, she was still knocked out cold. I laid her down, covered her up, and started to leave.

“You leaving?”
she asked sleepily.

“Yeah
, I just wanted to make sure you got home.”

“Can you stay
? I don’t wanna be alone. Please?” she whined as she patted the side of the bed next to her.

“Aight
, just for a little while.”

I took my boots off and lay down next to her
. She snuggled closer until she rested her head on my chest. She was back to sleep. I wasn’t too far behind her. Sleep finally won the battle and I was out cold.

Chapter Sixteen

Tiffany

“Shit, I'm gonna be late,” I said as I jumped up out the bed.

That’s when I realized Quint was sleeping next to me.

I know I didn’t fuck him
, I thought to myself as I checked my jeans. They were still in place, so I was good. I looked at my iPhone and it was twelve. I was supposed to be up at nine this morning.

I sent
Tyrisha a text telling her I wasn’t coming into the office. I sat my phone on the night stand. I was nervous to wake him up, so I decided to just lie back down and catch up on some must needed sleep for the mean time.

***

I woke up around three o’clock to the smell of food. It smelled so good that I didn’t realize I was up and out the bed walking to the kitchen. Quint was in the kitchen cooking, and damn did he look good. His toned body looked favorable in the kitchen.

“You didn’t have to cook,” I said taking a seat at the table.

“I didn’t
. I was hungry and cooked me something to eat,” he said looking serious as hell.

I sat there
, looking at him like he was the devil.

“I'm fucking with you
,” he said, handing me a plate with bacon, eggs, French toast, and some decaf coffee.

“Don’t play with my food
. I will cut you.” We both laughed and ate brunch.

“I was thinking we can spend the day and look at some properties … if that’s good with you
.”

“That’s cool with me
. I’ll go get dressed,” I said, jumping up and running to my room, forgetting I was so hungry minutes before.

I was dressed to kill
. I had let my hair down and put some loose curls in it. I applied only blush lipstick, which complemented my skin tone and I was draped in a green silk backless maxi dress with a pair of yellow seven inch wedges. I had to wear my pearl color jumbo Chanel bag and of course my favorite Tom Ford shades. I even put a girdle to hold in my little pudge, so I was feeling sexy.

I stepped out the bedroom and Quint
’s face looked like it hit the ground. If I wasn’t killing it yesterday, I had just slayed the dragon with this outfit.

“You ready to go
?” I questioned, grabbing stuff out my clutch from last night.

“Yeah
, as soon as you go change, you got a nigga looking bad,” he joked.

“Can we stop by Tyrisha’s house
? I wanna take my daughter, if you don’t mind?”

“Nah
, not at all, it’s a fun day out.” He put on his tee from last night.

*
**

I wonder if
Tee is home,
I thought as we pulled up into her driveway. I jumped out the car, excited to see my baby girl. It was just one night and I was already missing her like crazy.

      
              When I ran into the guest room where Madison was napping, I couldn’t help but pick her up and kiss her little chubby cheeks. She realized it was me, started slapping my face, and giving me wet gurgling kisses. I looked around the room for some clothes to put on her. I settled on a white dress and her Gucci loafers. I put her curly hair in a pig tails before running down the stairs to Quint.

“Quint
, this is my Maddie Caddie,” I introduced, playing with her.

“Can I hold her?” he asked
, reaching for her.

Shockingly
, she reached back for him and was laughing and playing with him while he made funny faces at her. I could get used to having this around me, even though we weren’t together and hadn’t even talked about it. It was good to have a man around who treated me right and enjoyed Maddie.

Chapter Seventeen

Tone

I hadn’t been home in over a week. I was busy in Puerto Rico with my new honey, Epiphany. I met her when she was leaving a café on Ocean Drive. It just happened that she was on an interview for a nanny position for Tiffany. I had to have her. She was something like I’ve never seen before. She was bad as hell and her green eyes did something to me. She wasn’t needy like Mezzie or antisocial like Tyrisha.

She was cool and had her own money
. She lived in Miami with her man. She moved from New York to be with him. I was for sure going to have to keep her around and under my wing. I didn’t give a fuck about her man.

We had been shopping and fucking like crazy
, only to take a break to eat and get re-energized before going at it again. I don’t know how I was going to juggle Tyrisha and Mezzie, but this Shawty was going to be added to my growing circle.

Mezzie had been blowing my phone up like
a crazy woman for the past week. I wasn’t trying to be involved in the drama. I was on vacation and enjoying my sexy ass company.

I hadn’t heard from Tyrisha
, but that was typical. Whenever I went ghost, she caught an attitude and didn’t associate herself with me. I was worried, but only about when the baby was going to come. If she would’ve called to say the baby was coming, I would’ve been on the next plane back to Miami.

I was about to turn over and get into my second shift of sleep when my phone started ringing. It was my business phone and it was an unknown number I’ve never seen before.

I answered, “Hello  ... who’s this?” I waited for a response.

“
You stupid mothafucka! I'm homeless with no place for me and AJ and you ignoring my calls and not answering! I swear I hate your dumb ass. You’re so selfish and I'm fuckin’ done with the bull shit!” Mezzie screamed.

She was
calling me all types of ungodly names.

“What the fuck do you mean you’re homeless?” I yelled, sitting up in bed.

I
woke Epiphany from her sleep. I tapped her ass to let her know to go back to sleep and she happily obliged.

“Your so called
wifey
came and terminated the fucking lease. I had a week to get the fuck out, so now I'm going to be staying back with my aunt and uncle in Palm Springs,” she whined.

As much as she got on my nerves
, I didn’t want her stressing with my baby in her stomach and out on the streets with my son.

“Aight
, calm down. Go back to the rental office and fill out an application with your name. I’ll have Quint pay for everything once you’ve done all that…. How long we got until they move the stuff into storage?”

“I said a week Tone
. Don’t you fucking listen or do you got some pussy in your ears?” she said smartly.

“Matter fact
, I do. Stay at your aunt’s house,” I said and hung up on her.

She called back all night, so I ended up
turning off the ringer and getting comfortable in between Epiphany’s legs. I fucked her senseless.

***

When I finally did get some sleep, I woke up to slurping sounds. My dick was hard as a rock. This bitch was literally slurping the nut out of my dick. The way she deep throated my shit without gagging was amazing. I fucked her face until I unleashed my children down her throat.

I
wasn’t done, yet. I told her to lie on her back and opened her legs. I started fingering her. She was going crazy as I pinched her second pair of lips together. I started French kissing her twat. She was on the urge of coming when I got up a rammed my dick into her creamy center. She rubbed her nipples, making them look like pink gum drops.

“Yes
, baby yes!” She screamed while I continued to dick her down.

I was pumping in and out of her like I was in a race to see who came first
. Let’s just say I won because she came all over my dick while I continued to murder her pussy. I had no remorse. I was taking out all my stress on her pussy and she didn’t even know.

“Baby
, you want something to eat?” Epiphany asked while I was in the shower.

I knew she was trying to be nice
, but she couldn’t cook worth shit. I had bigger shit to handle than to be laid up with her. My kids were fucking homeless.

“Nah
, I'm good. I'm about to head back to Miami. The room is paid up for another week, so enjoy,” I said, wrapping the towel around my waist.

“Cool
. I’ll fly my sister and cousin down to hang with me.”

“That’s why I fuck with you.” I kissed her on her forehead and slapped her fat ass
.

**
*

I was back home in Miami that night
. I handled shit with Mezzie. She was moved into another apartment in the same building, just one floor up. She was happy and stopped calling me once the movers came to move her stuff.

Now
, I was on the hunt for Tyrisha. The bitch was missing in action and didn’t answer her phone. I went to the house and all her shit was gone and my staff had been fired. I called Tiffany and she didn’t answer. I called Tyrisha’s mother in New York, but she hadn’t heard from her in a week. So, now, I was convinced that the bitch was either dead or had finally found out about Mezzie and my kids.

“Yo, meet me at my office in an hour,” I said to Quint.

“Ight,” was all he said before hanging up.

No questions asked and that was why I fucked with him the long way.

An hour later, we were sitting in my office, drinking a bottle of Ciroc and rolling up some loud. I was relaxed enough to address the problem that was at hand.

“Have you seen or heard from Tyrisha, my nigga,” I asked him, paying close attention to how he responded.

“I heard Tiff talking to her. That’s about it. Why? What’s up?” he asked, taking a puff from his blunt and blowing small circles.

“That bitch went M.I.A and won’t answer my calls
. I'm at the point where I'm not worried, but I'm pissed the fuck off right now. I want to know where the fuck she at right now.

S
o, give Tiffany, the bitch ass liar, a message for me. Tell Tyrisha to call me or send me a fuckin’ telegram if she want, but I wanna know where the fuck she at and right now.” I threw my glass across the room at my receptionist desk.

I was beyond pissed off with the run around game and it was becoming apparent
because I never lost my cool like I just had.

“First off
, nigga, I ain’t a messenger. So, if you got a message for Tiffany, you can address her correctly and respectfully. And, if you must know your bitch has moved on. If you wasn’t spreading your seed in everybody you would know,” he said and walked out my office, leaving the blunt still lit in the ash tray.

“Fuck you, too, nigga! Fuck everybody!” I screamed and threw my Tiffany vase across the room with the other glass I broke. I sat down, planning my next move.

Quinton and Tyrisha
, both, had to go and if Tiffany wanted some, she could go right along where they were going.