I walked in and had all eyes on me, or well I thought.
“Hey, ladies. Mickey, I apologize for being late. I brought you something that may help you forgive me. Here’s to stepping into another chapter in your life, Mrs. Morgan.” I passed her a bag that officially kicked off bridal season. With her and BK setting a date, I had custom items made for her with his last name.
“Oh, Johnni, thank you. You two take notes. This is how I want to be treated from here on out,” she said, pointing to Amber and Hollis. Amber chuckled but Hollis was silent, with her eyes still on me. She squinted for a minute then spoke.
“Late and bringing company. Who is this man, Johnni?”
“Oh snap. I forgot y’all haven’t met Tunk. He’s my bodyguard. Courtland, these are the girls, Hollis, Mickey, and Amber.” Mickey and Amber gave a polite greeting while Hollis was herself.
“My, you’s a fine piece of man, I usually don’t mix business with plea?—"
“Hollis, please! No you may not get with my bodyguard. I need him focused on protecting me, not keeping you busy for the moment.” She tossed her hands up in mock surrender, but I knew this wasn’t the end of the conversation. I wasn’t worried about Courtland taking it there with my friend, or any other woman for that matter. I was that confident in our relationship.
“Damn, Johnni, you blocking hard. If Mr. Tall and Fine is single, then so am I. What if he’s the one for me? I could be the next one getting married, and here you are denying me from my future husband.” That had Courtland smirking but wasn’t nothing funny to me. I turned to face him, giving him a deep scowl. Courtland cleared his throat and straightened his shoulders, then looked forward.
I then put my attention back on Hollis, and for a quick second, there was a quizzical expression on her face. But just as fast as it appeared, it was gone, back to her amused look.
“Trust me, he’s not. Can we focus on the reason for us being here, please and thank you?” I said sternly, making my way over to Mickey and Amber. Amber was pouring me a glass of champagne while Mickey grabbed my dress that matched the color of the alcohol I needed.
I took a sip then put my glass down, accepting the dress and heading back to the fitting room with my name on it. Inside were our bridesmaids’ boxes with all the goodies including a handwritten letter with her officially delegating our roles in her bridal party.
I missed the moment in live action with my best friends.
And all for some damn dick.
My life was slightly all over the place and I didn’t like it nor was I used to it.
I dabbed at the corners of my eyes, sniffling as I cried silently. The two knocks rang out before Hollis stepped in, closing the door behind her.
“You in here crying?”
“No,” I said through a choke from fighting to keep my tears at bay, especially since I wasn’t alone.
“Ugh, you’re a bad ass liar. I hope you’re better at it when Quincey asks if you’re fucking your bodyguard because that’s definitely happening.” Mid sniffle, I choked hard this time as I pulled in air that should’ve gone outward.
I put my eyes on her as she stood there casually getting my dress ready for me as if she didn’t just drop a bomb on me.
You only feel like it’s a bomb because it’s true.
She doesn’t know that though, so hold tight on denying it.
“What are you talking about? I’m not?—"
“No, Johnni, what are you doing?”
“I’m not doing anything, Hollis, because I’m not?—
“Again, a terrible fucking liar. Between the freshly fucked hair you trying to pass off as a messy bun, I can quite literally smell the dick pouring out of your skin. So again, what the hell are you doing?”
I chuckled nervously, putting my back to her as I began to take off my sundress that made it easy for me to hop on and off Courtland just minutes ago. I smiled to myself, thinking back to those blissful memories.
Shit, for real, I could still feel him inside of me…all of him.
Johnni, focus! That’s quite literally what you are trying to deny didn’t happen and here you are playing the memory game.
“Um… I do have a husband, Hollis. You’re assuming he isn’t the reason for my hair and the dick you said is pouring out my skin,” I said matter-of-factly, letting out a few light giggles, helping end this conversation.
Yeah, right, you know Hollis is a digger. She’s a true nosy girl.
