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Authors: Angie Daniels
In The Company of My Sistahs (31 page)
Chapter 61
KAYLA
A
fter breakfast, Kayla returned to the room to get ready for the trip to Dunn's River Falls. The football players had chartered a bus to take them and their families to Ocho Rios for the entire day. Kayla smiled. She couldn't wait because she would have Clayton all to herself. Kayla felt a combination of nervousness and excitement.
fter breakfast, Kayla returned to the room to get ready for the trip to Dunn's River Falls. The football players had chartered a bus to take them and their families to Ocho Rios for the entire day. Kayla smiled. She couldn't wait because she would have Clayton all to herself. Kayla felt a combination of nervousness and excitement.
As soon as she stepped into the room, out of habit she checked for messages and as usual there weren't any. With a sigh, she began preparing for the trip. As she packed a change of clothes for the trip, she realized how big a fool she was. Leroy never had any intentions of calling her. The minute she had made the decision to question the future of their relationship was the exact moment he had decided to call it quits, only she was too stupid and gullible to know game when it was heard. She was too stupid to know when she was being played. Instead, she sat moping around waiting for him to call and tell her he loved her.
As she tossed a pair of water shoes into a small bag, she told herself to look on the bright side. She had a wonderful man who seemed to truly like her. In fact, he had invited her to be his guest at the wedding tomorrow. Flattered, she had quickly accepted.
Kayla stepped into the bathroom to freshen up her face. She splashed cool water across it, then patted it dry with a towel. When she caught her reflection in the large mirror, she paused.
Even as she thought about getting on with her life, she knew that it was going to take time and willpower to get over Leroy. Despite the way he had treated her, she still loved him with all her heart. And that was what made it so hard for her to move on. Luckily, she thought with a smile, she had someone like Clayton to help her. She couldn't think of a better substitute. But how could she keep someone like him happy?
Grabbing a larger towel off the rack, she moved back into the room and stuffed it into the bag with her clothes. As soon as she changed into a pair of seersucker crop pants and a matching red top, she would be all set to go.
Hearing calypso music below, she moved to the window and glanced down at the guests eager for jerk chicken. At the end of the path, she noticed Renee talking to Clayton and her jaw dropped. As usual, Renee was flirting. She could tell by the tilt of her head and the way she kept touching his arm. Panic rose up and lodged in her throat. She was going to have to do something quick or run the risk of losing him. And she couldn't bear to lose another man.
As she slipped into the cool red outfit, Kayla thought about Renee's behavior last night. Renee was supposed to be her friend, yet she had been all over him, bumping and grinding. She was envious because she wished she had the guts to be like that. At the same time she was angry because her friend had no boundaries when it came to her behavior.
At the very moment she made a promise. She was going to have to watch Renee closely.
The phone rang. Kayla practically broke her neck trying to reach it.
“Hello?”
“Good morning, beautiful.”
Kayla didn't recognize the voice and frowned. “Who is this?”
There was a slight chuckle and for a moment she thought maybe Renee was downstairs playing games.
“Who else, my sweet, but the only man who truly loves you?”
She may not have spoken to Leroy in days but she definitely knew that wasn't him or Clayton either, for that matter. Besides, the mysterious voice had an accent. “I am two seconds away from hanging up.”
“Renee, my love, you're breaking my heart. This is none other than your prince, Everton.”
Kayla released an angry sigh. Everton had gotten her all excited for nothing. “This is Kayla. Not Renee.”
“Oh, forgive me for my assumption. Is Renee there?”
She smiled, suddenly coming up with a way to get back at her roommate for pushing up on her man. “No, she's down by the beach.”
“Thanks, and again I apologize for the confusion.”
When Kayla finally hung up, she felt like crying. Lowering onto the bed, she forced herself to take several deep breaths. She had really thought that was Leroy finally calling her. Dang, was she ever going to learn?
Chapter 62
RENEE
H
ow the hell are they going to tell me how I feel about someone? They don't know what I feel or what I am thinking. None of them does. I mean, it's not like I am trying to find another husband. Shit, I ain't even trying to fall in love again. All I am trying to do is have a little fun while on vacation. And that is exactly what I am having with Solomon. Lots and lots of fun. He makes me laugh. That man has a sense of humor that is all his own. He also is a wonderful conversationalist. I could listen to his accent all day. And his lips while he speaks, oh my goodness, they look so succulent, so thick and juicy, all I want to do is reach over and lick them like an ice cream cone. But the icing on the cake was the sex. That boy knew how to fuck a sistah to death. I must say, after last night my coochie was sore but there wasn't anything wrong with pleasurable pain. There was nothing better after a night of sex than to still feel the physical aftereffects the next morning. And a sistah was definitely feeling it. I woke up with a smile on my face and Solomon on the brain, and ain't shit wrong with that. So why were them bitches hating? Okay, maybe I did fuck up the first night by sleeping with Everton's worthless ass. And maybe the next night I was all over that Taye Diggs look-alike however, since I've met Solomon, I have been all about him. And that's who I planned to stick with until the end of this absolutely wonderful trip.
ow the hell are they going to tell me how I feel about someone? They don't know what I feel or what I am thinking. None of them does. I mean, it's not like I am trying to find another husband. Shit, I ain't even trying to fall in love again. All I am trying to do is have a little fun while on vacation. And that is exactly what I am having with Solomon. Lots and lots of fun. He makes me laugh. That man has a sense of humor that is all his own. He also is a wonderful conversationalist. I could listen to his accent all day. And his lips while he speaks, oh my goodness, they look so succulent, so thick and juicy, all I want to do is reach over and lick them like an ice cream cone. But the icing on the cake was the sex. That boy knew how to fuck a sistah to death. I must say, after last night my coochie was sore but there wasn't anything wrong with pleasurable pain. There was nothing better after a night of sex than to still feel the physical aftereffects the next morning. And a sistah was definitely feeling it. I woke up with a smile on my face and Solomon on the brain, and ain't shit wrong with that. So why were them bitches hating? Okay, maybe I did fuck up the first night by sleeping with Everton's worthless ass. And maybe the next night I was all over that Taye Diggs look-alike however, since I've met Solomon, I have been all about him. And that's who I planned to stick with until the end of this absolutely wonderful trip.
Another thing: what in the hell is Nadine doing questioning my motives with Clayton? I know that he and Kayla are dating. Yeah, so maybe I was flirting when I shouldn't have been, but that's just the way I am. I don't mean shit by it. Okay, maybe I am lying. I guess I do mean something by it. I'm just having a hard time trying to figure out why he passed over me for my girl. All I want to know is if he is interested and that's it, nothing more.
Before I met Solomon maybe I would have been interested in sampling the dick but now that I have my own, I don't need to. Shit, she can have him. It's not like Clayton's giving up any dick anyway.
As I moved down the beach, I shook my head. I simply don't see how women did it back in the day. They remained virgins until their wedding night. They had no idea what the mothafucka was working with until after the deal was sealed. Then it was too late to back out. I'm sorry, but there ain't no way I would even think about spending the rest of my life with some mothafucka until I had a chance to see what he was working with. And even then I'd need to take a couple of long stiff rides on his dick before I could have made the decision to spend the rest of my life with him.
Yep, the only thing appealing about Clayton was the size of his pockets. And right now money was the last thing on my mind.
“Hey, it's chicken feet!”
I glanced over at the jerk-chicken hut and waved to Langley.
“I've got some good Jamaican jerk pork, mon.”
“Maybe later,” I yelled, then kept on walking, feeling the heat of his gaze on my back. Damn, I love Jamaica!
I was moving down the path toward our building when I spotted Everton coming my way. Shit! Quickly, I ducked behind a bush and waited for him to pass. My heart was pounding like an African drum. I don't know why, because I wasn't scared of him. However, after last night something about him was starting to really annoy me. One more encounter with him and the rest of my day would be a total loss.
Glancing out from between two branches, I waited until he made it to the end of the path before I sprang from the bushes, dashed into the building, and climbed the stairs to the room. Kayla was in there getting ready for her outing. Clayton was taking her to Ocho Rios. How sweet! She smiled at me as I stepped into the room.
“Girl, if Everton comes in my face one more time I swear I'm going to have a long talk with his boss.”
“He called looking for you. I told him you were outside.” I could tell she was trying not to laugh.
“Thanks a lot.” I had too good of a day ahead to be truly angry. “Girl, it's going to be a beautiful day!”
“Yes, it is,” she agreed. Kayla was smiling and looking happy, and I'm glad. Anything is better than watching her moping around over Leroy's ass.
“What time are you all leaving for the falls?” I asked as I took a seat and kicked off my shoes.
“In thirty minutes. I can't wait.”
I frowned. “I don't know why your ass is excited about climbing some damn waterfall.”
“I heard it's a lot of fun. You climb the falls in a human chain and experience the soothing effect of the water as it cascades to the sea below. I can't wait.”
That shit sounded corny as hell. “What if you fall?” Her ass is big, after all.
“Renee, it's going to be a lot of fun.”
“Whatever you say.” Shit, maybe spending the day under a waterfall wasn't a bad way to spend a day. It was supposed to be hot as shit today. And riding on the back of a moped was going to be torture.
I rose, moved over to my tote bag, and removed a pink bottle. “Hey, do me a favor before you leave. Rub some sunscreen on my back.” The last thing I needed was for my ass to burn.
Chapter 63
LISA
“
Y
ou need to check your sister,” Nadine said to Lisa once they returned to their room after breakfast.
Y
ou need to check your sister,” Nadine said to Lisa once they returned to their room after breakfast.
“Why do you say that?”
Frustrated, she placed a hand to her hip. “Because she is after Clayton.”
Lisa shook her head. “She wouldn't do that.” One thing she knew about her sister, she didn't intentionally mess with someone else's man.
Nadine gave her the eye as she spoke. “No, she won't take him, she'll wait for him to come to her. All the flirting she's doing, there is no way he's going to be able to resist too much longer. You forget he is still a man. You should have seen the way she was grinding on his ass at the club last night.”
Lisa lowered onto the bed, then gave her a puzzled look. “I thought she was into Solomon.”
“She is, but Clayton's a challenge, and you know how she likes a challenge.”
Lisa nodded and slipped out of her sandals. Yes, she was right about that. What Renee wants, Renee gets. She knew her sister all too well. She also knew that as soon as she fucked Clayton, she was going to play him like a harmonica. As soon as she was done she was going to push him aside. She didn't want him. She wanted him because he wanted Kayla and because of it, that made him a challenge.
She and Nadine were going snorkeling this afternoon. While she reached in the drawer for a clean swimsuit, she tried to think about how to handle the situation. If she approached her sister, Renee would deny any attempt at trying to snare Clayton and would be pissed off instead.
Lisa sighed. Her sister had far too many issues; she just didn't know how to approach her anymore. Maybe bringing her to Jamaica to break the news wasn't such a good idea after all.
Don't start doubting your decisions,
whispered a voice. Her conscience was rightâshe couldn't start second guessing her decision. Tomorrow she was going to sit all three of them down and lift a tremendous weight from her soul.
whispered a voice. Her conscience was rightâshe couldn't start second guessing her decision. Tomorrow she was going to sit all three of them down and lift a tremendous weight from her soul.
Chapter 64
RENEE
I
can't believe this shit!
can't believe this shit!
Solomon stood my ass up. I had been waiting at the front gate for over an hour, basting in the hot sun, and his ass still hadn't shown up. I mean, whatever happened to common courtesy? Obviously, his parents didn't teach him shit.
I have never in my life been stood up. Okay, there I go lying again. I did get stood up once but that was some pretty boy that I had met at the car wash. I knew by the way his cell phone kept popping off that he was just running game. We were supposed to meet at the movies. I told him to give me a call when he was on his way. I didn't even bother getting ready 'cause I already knew. Sure enough, he never called and I didn't give the incident a second thought.
I glanced down at my watch one last time. Five, four, three, two, one, I'm out. I stormed up the driveway past the gardeners and through the front door across the lobby.
“Renee!”
As soon as I heard Everton calling my name, I ran. Good Lord, why can't he just die and leave my ass alone? I was so pissed off with Solomon that I had made the mistake of going through the main lobby instead of cutting through the side. The last thing I wanted was for Everton to know that I was on the premises. Now he was going to bug the hell out of me.
I raced across the lobby. Once I reached the pool, I realized how stupid I must look and stopped. I couldn't believe this shit. That boy had me so upset, he had me running from his ass. This just didn't make any sense at all. And all because I gave him some. I was going to have to think of some way to get Everton off my back once and for all, because I couldn't go on like this. He was ruining my vacation.
I slid my glasses off my head and onto my eyes, then quickened my steps. I needed to make it up to the room without being spotted by Lisa and Nadine. If they knew I had gotten stood up, I would never live it down. After teasing Nadine's ass, she was definitely going to try and give me a hard time. To be honest, I just wasn't in the mood for that shit.
As I moved up the path, I passed the hamburger hut and almost plowed into Pierre.
He seemed pleased to see me. “I didn't think I would ever run into you again.”
If only I could have been so lucky. Staring up at Pierre, I prayed that he had remembered to suck on a breath mint, then said, “Hello, Pierre. Ready for your son's big day?”
“Yes, tomorrow will be here soon enough. Have you thought any more about attending my son's wedding tomorrow? Everyone is going to be there.”
Including Clayton and Kayla. I shrugged. “Sure, why not?” At least his breath wasn't stinking today.
“Excellent. How about dinner tonight? I made reservations at the restaurant upstairs.”
The pamphlets had said the restaurant was five-star quality, with crab cakes that were so good they made you want to slap your mama. Unfortunately every time we tried to make reservations, they were already booked for the evening. Dinner with Pierre might be my only chance at getting in, then I can rub it in everybody's face. “Listen, Pierre, I might as well tell you now, I don't do old men.”
“Good, then we shouldn't have any problems.” He winked. “All I'm interested in is a good meal with a beautiful woman on my arm and a little conversation.”
Sure, why not. Now that Solomon had stood my ass up, what else did I have to do besides dodge Everton's ass all day?
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