Nobody's Girl (25 page)

Giving him the once-over again, Xtacy knew that she could trick at least a grand out of him, maybe more, so she placed her finger up to his lip, winked, and motioned for him to follow. With a walk made for the catwalk, she escorted him to the champagne room. Mills couldn't take his eyes off her ass. He was sprung off sight.

Xtacy held the door open for him and told the other guard Boo to give them some privacy. Boo knew the drill. Xtacy was about to put her thang down. The room was dimly lit. One brown leather couch sat up against the wall and a silver pole was placed in the middle of the floor. Two glasses and a bottle of Hennessy were already in the room so she poured them both a drink. While Mills wasn't looking, she dropped two E pills into his drink. He wanted a show and a show was exactly what he was gonna get.

“Here you go.” She smiled deviously while handing him his drink.

“Thanks, ma.”

Mills drank the whole thing in one gulp. Xtacy was happy to see him drink it all up. Now all she had to do was stall until the pills took effect on him. Holding onto the pole, Xtacy bent over and shook her ass while looking at him through her legs. Then she took her hand and slid it down the crack of her ass. Still bent over, she began playing with her clit again. Mills was in a trance. The girl knew how to move her body. Swiftly, without taking her eyes off of him, she dropped to the floor, got back up, and made her booty clap.

With a look of lust in her eyes, she turned around and unsnapped the top of her top. As the top fell to her waist, she bit down into her lower lip and massaged her breasts. Mills was on cloud nine. For some strange reason, he wanted to touch her real bad. Xtacy continued to massage her breasts and lick her nipples as she wound her hips to the beat of R. Kelly's “Seems Like You're Ready.”

“Come here, ma.” Mills couldn't take it anymore.

Smiling from ear to ear, Xtacy strutted over and straddled him. Not wasting any time, Mills took her breasts into his hands.

“Uh, ahh nigga no hands,” she ordered while slapping his hands away.

Not missing a beat, Xtacy continued to wind her hips. Grinning, she bit down into her lower lip. Mills's dick was rock-hard and she could feel every inch of it. Smiling at a job well done, she ran her hands through her silky hair and slid them down her body slowly while rolling her torso like a belly dancer. Xtacy was in absolute control and loved every minute of it.

Swinging her hair over to the side, she made sure that he had a good view of her caramel-colored breasts. “Fuck this,” Mills thought. His dick couldn't take it anymore so he placed his strong hands onto her wanting breasts again. Her nipples reminded him of Hershey kisses. Gently, he took one into his mouth and licked. The feel of his tongue on her nipples was sensational. Xtacy herself couldn't even deny the feeling.

Flipping her over onto her back, Mills gazed into her eyes and said, “State your name?”

“What?” she asked, caught off guard.

“Tell me your name,” he demanded.

“Xtacy.”

Knowing she was lying, he ignored her and made his way down. Normally he wouldn't go down on someone he didn't know, but tonight was different. His body was commanding him to. With her legs pushed back, Xtacy's pink clit was staring him in the face, begging him to lick it. She had to have the prettiest, juiciest pussy he'd ever seen. Burying his face in between her thighs, Mills licked her clit until she creamed.

“Damn you taste good,” he whispered into the lips of her pussy.

“I know,” she moaned as he licked faster.

In a matter of seconds Xtacy's thighs began to shake.

“
Oooooooooooh
. . . shit! Goddamn muthafucka, I'm cumming!” she screamed, cumming all over his lips.

Wiping his mouth, Mills made his way back up and said, “Now answer me. What's your name?”

“Xtacy,” she panted, still reeling from her orgasm.

“Stop with the games. What's your real name?”

“Xtacy, what I just—”

Mills had rammed his ten-inch dick inside her warm, wet slit, hitting bottom.

“Now tell the truth,” he groaned pumping in and out.

“Okay, okay, it's Jade!”

Jade hadn't meant for things to go this far. She figured she would get him buzzed, dance a little bit, then rob him of his wallet, but somehow Mills had flipped the script on her. She wondered if the pills she had slipped in his drink were defective. Truth was, there was nothing wrong with the pills. They hadn't worked on him because Mills and his peoples at the time popped pills on the regular, so two little E pills had no effect on him.

“You wet than a muthafucka!” Mills roared.

Ready to bust his first nut, Mills came long and hard inside of her. They didn't even use a condom. Once they were done, Jade got up and placed her clothes back on. Mills wanted to see her again, but he didn't want to seem desperate, so he went into his pocket and handed her ten one-hundred-dollar bills. She didn't know it then, but a month later Jade would be using some of that very same money to get an abortion.

A part of her did want to keep the baby, but she was in no position to have to raise a kid. She was barely taking care of herself as it was and besides that, she never even got his name or number to tell him or take him for child support. There was no way in hell that Jade was going to raise a child on her own, so she did what was best for her at the time and aborted the fetus.

Now, years later, the two were sitting and having lunch with one another. Even after all that time, the chemistry was still there. When she wasn't with Mills for the brief period of time they were broke up, Jade hated the struggle of having to fend for herself again. She didn't like it one bit, so if it meant she had to put up with a side bitch or him coming home at all times of the night or not coming home at all, then so be it.
It
was the nature of the beast, the call of the wild. Jade would be damned if she was left behind.

-Ledisi, “I Miss You Now”

 

The aromatic scent of lavender and honey flowed through the room like a note from a song as Farrah, London, and Camden enjoyed their girls' day at the spa. They were getting the full treatment: massages, facials, body wraps, hair, makeup, nails, and feet done. The day would be filled with nothing but relaxation and fun. Farrah missed kicking it with her girls.

For the past few weeks she'd been hanging pretty tough with Mills. Surprisingly, they'd been getting along famously and hadn't argued once. It had been nothing but laughter and fun. Knowing that London felt some type of way about her rekindled romance, Farrah chose to keep the two separate. She didn't feel like hearing London talk about Mills or vice versa.

She was over their nonstop shit talking. She didn't have the time nor the patience for it. They both would have to learn to accept the other. Besides, Farrah needed both of them in her life. London kept her grounded and sane. She kept Farrah's mind on point. Mills was there to fill the void of missing the hell outta J.R., which had suddenly become harder.

Farrah felt as if she was going through heroin withdrawals. The fact that all communication was ceased was unbearable. She thought about J.R. constantly through her days. There wasn't a day that didn't go by where she didn't call or think of him. Unfortunately for Farrah, he never picked up the phone. He was a man of his word and when he said he was done dealing with her, he meant it.

J.R. deading her completely only made her want him even more. She regretted breaking his heart. She wished that she had the power to turn back time and take it all back. Every time she heard his music or saw one of his videos tears welled up in her eyes. She loved and cared for J.R. so much and since she couldn't have him she needed someone to fill the void of J.R.'s absence. That was another reason why she was hanging out with Mills so much. Farrah couldn't stand to be alone. Farrah sat at the manicurist's table getting a fill-in as Camden and London got their feet done.

“When are we going to go out again? I feel we haven't been out in forever,” London said, as she got her feet scrubbed.

“Ooh, let's go out tonight,” Camden replied, gleefully.

“I'm down. What about you, Farrah?” London asked.

“I can't.” She looked over her shoulder and poked out her bottom lip. “I have a date tonight with Mills.”

“Mmm,” London rolled her eyes.

“Please don't start. Today is supposed to be drama-free, remember?” Farrah said, irritated.

“I ain't sayin' a muthafuckin' thing. That's on you.” London closed her eyes and relished the hot water swooshing around her feet.

“What's all on me?” Farrah asked, unable to let her comment go.

“Let it go. It don't even matter. If you like it, I love it.”

“Good,” Farrah snapped. “Then quit saying smart shit.”

“Don't be getting no attitude with me, li'l girl,” London shot back.

“Whatever, London. Your opinion isn't always necessary.”

“In this case it is because I'm tryin' to stop you from making the biggest mistake of you life—but oops, too late.” London smirked.

“London, you act like you're the relationship guru. You make fucked-up choices too, but I don't judge you, do I? I try to be there for you. Why can't you do the same for me?”

“C'mon guys, can't we all just get along,” Camden joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“No-no-no-no.” London sat up. “She wants to take it there, I'ma go there. Yes, I've made some stupid decisions when it comes to men, but the thing is I've learned from mine, unlike you.”

“If this doesn't end now somebody's going to get stabbed,” Camden said, becoming nervous.

“Okay well, I'm hardheaded. Shit take a li'l longer to sink in for me,” Farrah replied with a laugh.

“Obviously,” London laughed too. “Look, I'm not trying to hurt you or anything. I just don't wanna see you go through the same bullshit you've been going through. I couldn't go through that over and over again. But I understand that everybody handles things differently.”

“Thank you,” Farrah said, nodding. “Now can we please put the subject of me and Mills to rest?” Farrah asked.

“My pleasure.”

 

 

Checking her watch, Farrah saw that she had less than an hour to get dressed. She was late for a date with Mills. Racing back into her room, she hurried and took a shower, applied her makeup, then stood in front of her walk-in closet. Farrah's closet was magnificent. It held five hundred outfits and well over three hundred pairs of shoes. Everything was colored coordinated and was put together according to style and season. She even had a rotating rack installed. If she wanted a specific outfit, instead of digging for it, all she would have to do was press a single button located on her wall.

Since she didn't know where they were going or what he had planned, she chose a simple, deep V-neck pink spaghetti strap baby-doll dress. Since it was a little chilly out, she adorned her arms with a pink shrug. Matching the dress with a pair of silver Gucci heels, she adorned her ears with a pair of diamond hoop earrings by Harry Winston. Andre already styled her hair into a bun and the M.A.C makeup she applied was flawless. Grabbing her silver clutch purse and keys, she headed out the door.

Twenty minutes later Farrah was at the Shell station on Arsenal. She looked on as Mills stepped out of his Benz truck. Every time she saw him she was amazed at how well he dressed and how good he looked. Mills was undeniably sexy. His is hair and goatee were freshly cut and perfectly lined. His kissable lips looked good enough to eat. Just the sight of him turned her on. His gray Sox baseball cap, crisp white T-shirt, jeans, leather jacket, Tims, and an iced-out chain brought out the thug in him that she loved. The way he dressed reminded her of J.R. Both men had such style and swag. Farrah couldn't understand how she managed to love two men who were so alike yet so different at the same time. It was as if both men had the same hold on her.

“You look nice,” she said, collecting her thoughts.

“Thank you.” Mills smiled as she got out of the car. “You're going to ride with me. My man is going to watch your car while we're gone.” A little unsure but not wanting to seem like a punk, Farrah agreed. Walking over to his car, she wondered if he was going to tell her that she looked nice.

“I'm glad I wore this dress because it's hot out here.” She fanned herself, trying to get him to acknowledge her outfit.

“Yeah, I'm glad too. I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable.” Rolling her eyes as he opened the door for her, she got in.

“So where you wanna go?”

“Excuse me? You asked me out, not the other way around.” Farrah was confused.

“I know I did. I just figured you might want to go somewhere special.”

“I thought you had something special planned.”

“Nah, I changed my mind. So where you wanna go?”

“Wherever you want to is fine with me.” She sucked her teeth.

“All right then. Let's go to the movies.”

“
To the movies?
Do I look like I'm dressed for the movies?”

“You said you were cool with wherever I want to go. I want to go to the show. There's a new Martin Lawrence movie out I want to see.”

“Whatever. Let's just go so we can hurry up and get this thing over with.” Halfway to the theater, Mills made another suggestion.

“You know what, I don't feel like going to the show tonight after all. Let's go to the old crib and chill,” he exhaled, smoking a blunt.

“You mean our old apartment?” Farrah said, fanning the air, mad that the weed smoke might get into her clothes.

“Yeah, let's just kick back, watch TV, and order a pizza.”

“Are you fuckin' kidding me?” she asked, ready to go off.

“Do I have to remind you about what you said?”

“No!”

Farrah couldn't believe the outcome of their date. Mills never ceased to surprise her. This wouldn't be the first time he completely messed up their date. Mills was conceited, selfish, and inconsiderate. How she ever found him attractive, she would never know. She cursed herself for allowing herself to fall for him. Pulling up to their loft building, Farrah sat with her arms crossed. She was pissed.

“What's wrong? You mad?” Mills asked, trying his damndest not to laugh.

“Shut up. Stop talkin' to me,” she snapped.

“My bad. You coming or what?”

“You're not going to open the door for me?”

“You got two hands, don't you?”

“Ughh!” Farrah hopped out of the car and stomped up the steps behind him. As she followed him, she contemplated pulling one of her old moves and calling a taxi to come pick her up. Opening up the front door, he grabbed Farrah's hand before he could grab her phone.

“Don't touch me,” she yelled as he pulled her into the building. Stepping into the loft, Farrah found a completely empty living room filled with thousands of pink and red rose petals scattered across the floor and a candlelit table set for two. Over twenty tea candles were lit around the room as Anthony Hamilton's “Since I Seen't You” played in the background. The only thing Farrah could do was smile. She was so overwhelmed.

“You said whatever I wanted to do was fine with you, so I'm here to let you know that the only thing I want tonight is to be alone with you so we can spend some quality time together,” he said sincerely.

“I can't believe you did all of this for me,” she said, blushing.

“I told you that I wanted to take care of you. What, you thought I was bullshittin'?” Leading her over to the table, Mills took her purse and helped her into her chair. Sitting across from her, he called out for the chef that he hired for the night.

“Good evening. I am Patrick, your chef. Tonight I have prepared a three-course meal for you. First we will start off with grilled marinated shrimp, served on a bed of polenta with a spicy pepper sauce. For the main course we have shrimp and bay scallops sautéed with garlic, tomato, white wine, arugula, and basil served over spaghetti. And to top that off, for dessert, I have prepared for you my world-famous chocolate-caramel cheesecake.”

“Wow, sounds good to me.”

“Thank you, Patrick,” Mills said.

“You're welcome, sir. Your appetizers will be out shortly.”

“I don't know about the garlic, your breath gonna be stanking,” Mills teased.

“Man, you eating the same thing,” she laughed. “But anyway, my breath won't be stinking because I always carry a toothbrush with me.”

“For what? I wasn't gonna kiss you,” he laughed.

“Ahh, that's messed up. I still can't get over all of this.” She glanced around the room at the candles, roses, and table.

“Your man has never done anything like this for you?”

“I don't want to talk about him,” she answered, caught off guard by the mention of J.R.

“I got yo' ass, didn't I?”

“Yes, you did.”

“You should've seen your face. You were pissed off.” He laughed and Farrah remembered how much she liked the sound of his laugh. It was a deep baritone laugh that could fill up a room.

“I was 'cause you were getting on my nerves.”

“See, I was just tryin' to surprise you. You feel stupid don't you?”

“You ain't got to rub it in.”

“Yes, I do,” Mills laughed as Patrick brought out their appetizers.

The two fed each other in silence as they gazed into each other's eyes. Farrah was having a great time. Mills had never done anything like this before and neither had J.R. It really seemed like Mills was finally taking notice of the things Farrah wanted a man to do for her and he was taking action. After dessert Farrah excused herself to the bathroom. Standing in front of the sink, after brushing her teeth, she examined her face in the mirror. Pleased with the way she looked, she rejoined Mills in the living room.

“So are you enjoying yourself?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Lets act like we don't know each other. Tell me something about yourself that most people don't know about you.”

“Um, let me think . . . I love kids. I want to have a big family. Family and friends mean the world to me.”

“How many kids do you want to have?”

“Maybe three or four, it all depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“If I find the right man or not, plus I heard labor pains are a muthafucker.”

Laughing at her last statement, Mills asked, “And who is the right man for you?”

“He has to be smart, sexy, funny, a little thuggish, loving, caring, attentive, respectful, and honest. Oh, and it doesn't hurt if he's good in bed,” she laughed.

“So let me guess: The man you're with don't have none of those qualities. Because if he did, you wouldn't be here with me.” Looking away, she tried not to show how she really felt, but was unable to. All of the pent-up frustration she had felt over the past year began to spill out of her. Turning her head and wiping the tears from her eyes, she tried not to let Mills see her cry.

“It's okay ma, I got you,” he said, hugging her.

“I'm cool.” Farrah pushed him away. She hated that she was showing her weaknesses, especially in front of this man. Mills was doing and saying all the right things, but it was impossible for her to tell if he was being sincere this time. She didn't want to be made a fool of again.