Hooker to Housewife (9 page)

As T-Roc reminisced about the past he'd shared with Tyler, he hoped that his trip to LA would be the beginning of a new start for them. After placing several phone calls to people in the know, he tracked down Tyler's whereabouts. He had everything planned out and the call from Chantal was just an unexpected and added twist. Now when he saw Tyler again for the first time in many years he wouldn't be solo. He would be accompanied by a gorgeous woman that would hopefully pique her interest. It had always been T-Roc's belief that if you want to ruffle the feathers of a gorgeous woman, then put another one in her face. He trusted that belief would work on Tyler.

 

Friday morning Chantal was on her way to LA. T-Roc's assistant called with her flight schedule and hotel accommodations. It was a first class American Airlines flight and she was staying in a suite at the
L'Ermitage
Beverly Hills. “T-Roc sure has a lot of class,” she said after hearing the setup.

She called Andre before she left and told him she would be spending a day at the spa with Shari. Chantal then informed Melanie's nanny if Andre called to tell him she was still out with Shari. He would think that they went shopping and had dinner after the spa so he wouldn't call back until later in the evening. By the time Andre finally got Chantal on the phone her plan would be in full swing.

When Chantal arrived at LAX, T-Roc had a limo waiting to pick her up. She handed her Louis Vuitton luggage to the driver and immediately called Shari to make sure she had her story straight if Andre decided to track her down and call Shari when she didn't pick up her cell. Shari was on the same page, so Chantal hung up and placed a call to her friend at
In Touch
magazine.

 

After getting rid of Arisa and the other video hofessional Andre had met at 40/40, he could finally relax. He thought to himself,
Those chicks were not trying to leave. It's like damn, we've fucked, sucked, and everything else so it's time to get yo ass outta here. Women always overstay their welcome, and they wonder why rich powerful men call escort services. They're not paying for the pussy; they're paying for the pussy to leave.

Andre had to finally break that down to Arisa and the other chick, whose name he couldn't even remember. They were under the misguided impression that their pussy was so good he wanted to move them in. After the twentieth hint and they still hadn't left Andre went hard and told the tricks to get the fuck out. Then Arisa broke down crying and saying she thought he cared about her, then the other one started talking about she hoped he didn't think she was a ho. This was too much and he was ready for them to go. Andre turned the charm back on because he didn't want them leaving his crib all upset and disheveled. After they finally calmed down, he handed them a few hundred dollars and told them to have a nice lunch on him.

Times like that made Andre reconsider keeping Chantal around on a more permanent basis. At least she knew his moods and would give him his space when he demanded it. Yeah, she might bitch a little bit, but she had way too much pride and ego to break down and start crying and begging to stay. The rest of the chicks he dealt with always seemed so desperate and eager to hold on, when in actuality they needed to let go.

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When the limo pulled up to L'Ermitage, Chantal's cell started ringing. It was Andre. That was one call she wasn't picking up. He was probably trying to check on her in between his workouts with them hoes. Chantal was on a mission and a phone call from Andre wasn't going to interrupt that. When she opened the door to her suite, the room was full of beautiful pink roses and white orchids. There was a card lying on the bed. It was from T-Roc telling her to meet him at Mr. Chow's for dinner. She had a few hours to burn so she decided to get a massage and a fresh manicure and pedicure.

While getting a massage Chantal went over her plan again and again. This had to work—too much depended on it. She closed her eyes and a smile crossed her face. Yeah, this was definitely going to work.

As Chantal was getting dressed she debated on what look to go for. She needed sexy and classy mixed in one. She opted for her silk Gucci skinny pants, with a nude mussola oversize top with chiffon inserts. The finishing touches were gold sandals with yellow enamel snake heads and the gold teju small frame bag with enamel detail to match. She let her honey blond hair cascade down her shoulders and added some Oh Baby lip gloss that went perfectly with her bronzed complexion. She gave herself the once-over in the full-length mirror and headed out the door.

When the driver pulled up in front of Mr. Chow's, Chantal had butterflies in her stomach. Her plan was now fully in motion and there was no turning back. When she entered the restaurant, T-Roc was already at the table. She walked toward him and by the way his eyes lit up and mouth dropped she knew she looked like a million bucks. He quickly tried to pull it together as he stood up and greeted her with a kiss on her cheek. After giving her the lingering once-over one more time he finally said, “You look absolutely gorgeous.”

Chantal smiled slightly and blushed as though she didn't already know that. It seemed to have worked, because T-Roc apologized for making her feel uncomfortable. As the waiter poured her a glass of 1995 Krug, T-Roc was in deep thought. Chantal knew he was still trying to figure out exactly what this was about. She decided to interrupt his contemplations and put him at ease.

“I can't believe I'm having dinner with the super famous T-Roc. What a lucky girl I am,” Chantal said flirtatiously.

“Oh, is that what this is about? You're getting bored with one mega-star and you want to try another?”

“No, this is business—although, I find you very attractive. And there is no doubt you are a star, which is why I want you to assist me with my career.”

With a sarcastic tone in his voice, he said, “Pretty girl, I'm not a manager for bored baby mamas. So what career are you speaking of?”

“Cute, T-Roc, but I want to get back into modeling and maybe branch off to acting or something.”

“That's interesting because I'm trying to break into this acting game. I'm actually politicking for a role in that movie
Angel
that Tyler Blake is starring in.”

“Tyler Blake is starring in her own movie?” Chantal knew Tyler was up-and-coming on the acting scene, but she had no idea she had stepped her game up to being an actual star of her own movie. Chantal was immediately enthralled.

“Yeah, it's the new movie William Donovan is directing. He is determined to make her a superstar.”

“Wow, that's big.”

“It is. You know I have a little history with Tyler. We go way back, before she became the next big thing in Hollywood.”

T-Roc definitely was holding Chantal's attention for other reasons now. If Tyler Blake was really doing it like that, then maybe she should use him to try to break into this whole acting game if,
heaven forbid, things didn't work out with Andre. There was big money in movies and maybe T-Roc could show her the way. If she didn't become Mrs. Andre Jackson, then being a movie star was an excellent fallback career.

“What type of history is that?” Chantal asked, trying to seem interested but not too interested.

“Let's just say I was the first person to introduce her to this whole industry life. We definitely have some unfinished business, and I'm hoping we can catch up while doing this movie.”

Chantal knew this meant T-Roc obviously had had some sort of relationship with Tyler, but she couldn't figure just how far it had gone. Whatever it was, he definitely hadn't gotten her totally out of his system. Her relationship with T-Roc could turn out to be more lucrative than what she'd originally planned. Besides using him to make Andre jealous in an attempt to get him to marry her, T-Roc could make her a star if all else failed.

After finishing up their dinner, T-Roc and Chantal walked out of the restaurant and headed to White Lotus. As soon as they hit the pavement Chantal grabbed T-Roc's hand and planted a kiss on his cheek. He gave her a quizzical look, but instead of questioning her, he grabbed her face and put his tongue down her throat with a passionate kiss. Chantal's plan couldn't have worked out more perfectly. After doing some club hopping, they eventually ended up at Chantal's hotel room. Chantal couldn't help but be extremely attracted to T-Roc but she had decided beforehand they wouldn't have sex. T-Roc would surely rub it in Andre's face and his ego would never allow him to forgive Chantal, but it was imperative that he stayed the night. She was hoping the sleeping pill she slipped in his drink at the club would have him knocked out before he was able to get it up.

As they kissed and T-Roc fondled her breasts, Chantal told him that she wanted to get more comfortable. She went in the bathroom took off her clothes and came out in a pink lace La Perla bra and
panty set. T-Roc couldn't contain himself. If he didn't pass out pretty soon, she might have to give him some.

“Damn baby, I knew you were fine but I didn't know you had all that going on.” T-Roc began kissing Chantal's stomach until he worked his way up to her breasts. He was squeezing her buttocks as he licked her nipples. She had to admit she was getting turned on and wanted to feel his manhood inside of her. T-Roc lay on his back on the bed and Chantal sat on top of his chest as they passionately kissed. And just when he unclipped her bra, he passed out like a newborn baby. Chantal felt relieved and disappointed at the same time. He had got her pussy wet and she was ready to fuck, but that wasn't part of her plan, so it worked out perfectly.

The next morning Chantal got up bright and early and called room service. She ordered every breakfast item on the menu. T-Roc was still knocked out cold but she knew he would wake up shortly. Chantal hoped he wouldn't ask her a million and one questions about his condition, but she had her answers prepared just in case. As she ate her French toast she heard T-Roc trying to snap out of his drug-induced sleep. She picked up the newspaper and looked at it as though in deep thought. She finally heard T-Roc mumble, “Where the hell am I?” Chantal took a deep breath and got her acting chops in order.

“Baby, how did you sleep last night?” she said in a concerned voice. T-Roc looked at Chantal like she was a martian and blinked his eyes a couple of times to make sure his vision wasn't playing tricks on him.

“Chantal, what the fuck happened last night? I feel like shit.”

“Baby, I don't know, maybe you had too much to drink. One minute we were kissing and about to make love and the next you were sleeping like a baby.”

“Oh fuck,” T-Roc moaned. “I have the worst fucking headache.”

Chantal offered him a glass of orange juice but he opted for bottled
water. She sat on the bed next to T-Roc and gently rubbed his back. He still had on his silk Prada shirt because she wanted to make sure he knew they didn't have sex. As he struggled to get his thoughts together, Chantal offered him some food, but that was the last thing on his mind. This episode had left him frazzled.

T-Roc finally let out a deep sigh and said, “I did have a lot to drink last night. I need to stop partying so hard.”

Chantal innocently chimed in, “You're right. Me, too.”

With that T-Roc looked at his watch and said he had a mass of work he needed to get done today. He asked Chantal if they could hook up later on and of course she accepted. Originally this was basically where the plan was supposed to end, but now Chantal wanted T-Roc for even bigger reasons. She wanted him to make her a star.

When T-Roc left Chantal's hotel suite he knew the vibe was all wrong. He had been around the block enough times to know when someone was up to no good. T-Roc opted to brush it off because he needed Chantal as his sidekick tonight. He also knew whatever game she was playing would eventually be revealed. They always were.

Andre was driving
himself crazy wondering where in the hell Chantal was. He couldn't get her on the phone all day or night, yesterday or this morning.
This shit is crazy,
he thought to himself. He knew she couldn't still be holding a grudge because of all the garbage he was spitting to her, especially after the Cartier watch he sent that she loved. Chantal was never one to hold a grudge as long as he kept the gifts and the money flowing.

When Andre spoke to Shari last night she told him that Chantal had just dropped her off and was on her way home. When he called her, Chantal's cell phone kept going straight to voice mail and the nanny wasn't picking up the house phone. When he called Shari back, she told him that Chantal had probably gotten home and gone straight to sleep. The entire story was sounding suspect. Andre thought maybe he should catch a flight to Chicago and see what was really good.

Chantal called Shari to see if she spoke to Andre and how the conversation went. To her surprise he called her not once, not twice, but five times.
Obviously Andre is irate. Good for him,
Chantal thought. This was all part of the lesson she was teaching him. Chantal still had her cell turned off and wasn't planning on turning it back on until she was about to leave LA. After she spoke to Shari she called home to speak to the nanny. The nanny told Chantal that Melanie was doing fine and Chantal explained that the next time Andre called to pick up the phone and tell him she left early that morning to run some errands. Chantal would be home the next evening, and hoped by then shit would've hit the roof.