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I’d already found a property, and it could use a bit of remodeling. That was where Billion came in because with him now into flipping houses, I could use his people to make some changes to the property. I was giving myself six months to have everything up and running. I felt like this business was my new relationship. It was the one I was giving all my attention to, staying up late, researching and trying to perfect my craft. Since I was now single, I could give my business all this attention.
Yes, I missed Monterius, but I wasn’t willing to accept this nigga having a baby on me. As women, we all have to have that moment where we draw the line and put our foot down, making it clear the shit we just would not put up with. I loved that nigga to death, but I wanted something different his time around. I wanted a regular, basic ass nigga, with a basic ass job, who would fuckin’ respect me.
No matter what, I would probably always have to be around Monterius because he was like family. Family events would force us to be around each other. I just saw him two weekends ago at Lil Bill’s birthday party. A nigga whose face and dick I used to ride for fun was someone I just walked past. You would have thought I didn’t even know him. Surprisingly, he didn’t even try to talk to me or run me down like he did at my grandmother’s birthday party, so maybe he had gotten the hint that I didn’t want to be with him, or maybe he had a new bitch.
As I was slipping my feet into my Gucci thong sandals, the front door of the salon chimed, and a lot of the women in the salon damn near broke their necks to see who was walking in. It was Mia. I smiled, looking over at her because this bitch just got prettier and prettier with time. Mia and I went to school together until our eighth-grade year of middle school. We used to be really close, but the summer before we started high school, she moved to L.A.
Her mother was an underground singer at the time, and she was only known in Miami. Her mama used to sing about some nasty shit, and Mia would come to my house and sneak over some of the discs. We would learn all the words and be singing about shit we had no damn business hearing, let alone singing the shit. Before Normani became my best friend, Mia had been my best friend, but when she moved, we lost contact.
It was never anything that I held over her head because when she and her mother moved to L.A., her mom became this big R & B artist, which changed the lifestyle for them both. We still had each other on social media and shit like that, and we liked and commented on each other’s pictures, but that was really it.
Mia had her own life going on. She was married to this fine ass producer named Beatz. Shit, if I was married to a nigga that fine, I would be ducked off with him and neglecting my friends back home too. They had two beautiful daughters. I never sat back and admired somebody else’s relationship because you never knew the shit that went on behind closed doors, but it was just something about Mia and Beatz that I just adored. Man, they were couple goals for everybody. Anything that nigga had, his wife had. They had matching Bentleys, Ferraris, Rolls Royce, shit whatever, you name it.
Mia’s birthday was last month, and she posted on Instagram the private jet that he’d gotten her. As famous as this girl was, she walked into the salon just as humble, looking like one of us regulars. Mia always had light skin, and many people thought she was white, but once she opened her mouth and spoke with that southern Miami drawl, it became clear that she was one of us.
Mia was thick as fuck; always had been. We were in middle school, and she had ass for days. She had these beautiful, hazel colored eyes, and I remember asking my mama if she could take me to the store to buy some contacts like my best friend. Mia and I became best friends within ten minutes of meeting each other. Oh, and by the way, my mama told me to “sit my ass down,” when I asked her for those contacts.
She had long, sandy brown hair, that she had pushed back with the Gucci frames, and she was plainly dressed in a white women’s tank top, some white jeans that looked painted on her, and nude-colored Hermes slides were on her feet to match the nude Hermes crossbody bag she had over her.
As I stood up to put my slides on, our eyes fell on each other, and she smiled big. I did the same because although I saw the bitch online all the time, it felt better to see her in person. We met each other halfway, and our bodies collided as we hugged.
“Twinkle! Oh my God, girl! I haven’t seen you in yearrrrssss! Look at you. You are still so fuckin’ pretty,” she cooed as she pulled away from the hug, but she was still holding my hands in hers.
I laughed because I thought she would act differently now that she was involved in that Hollywood life, but she was still the same.
“Me? Look at you! Girl, your ass is thick! Pictures don’t do you justice. You gotta see this shit in person,” I joked, as I playfully hit her on
her ass.
Her body was perfect, man, especially after giving birth to two kids, one who just turned two a couple of months ago.
“Girl, tell me about it. I eat everything in sight. Come, sit down with me. I’m waiting on Kim to get me right, but I’m a little early for my appointment,” she told me.
I followed her over to the station, so I could dry my toes. She sat in the chair next to me.
“I saw your post online about the boutique that you’re opening. I showed it to my mama and everything. We were both happy for you. I know we don’t talk like we used to, and let me just go ahead and apologize on my part and—”
“Girl, no. You don’t even have to do all that. We were kids when you left. I’m not going to be mad over some shit that happened when we were kids. We both grew up, and we have lives of our own now. You have that beautiful family, you’re a wife now, it’s good,” I told her, really not having any hard feelings toward her. It wasn’t even like me to move like that.
“I know, but I still should have reached out to you. What’s up with you? I peeped that you removed all the pictures on your Instagram of you and Monterius. What you got that nigga in the doghouse for? Every woman knows that once those pictures of that nigga get deleted, then some big shit done went down,” she said, and we both laughed about that because shit, it was true.
“Girl, he’s in the doghouse, and he’s staying there. I’m done with his ass for good this time. I don’t want to talk about Monterius, though. Every time I bring the nigga up, he just fuckin’ depresses me. What’s up with you? How long you in town for?” I asked.
“I’m leaving tonight. It’s Daddy’s birthday, so I have to fly out to meet him at the club. I don’t know what’s wrong with these niggas, always having to celebrate some shit at the club. You would think he would want to toss the kids over at my mama’s house or his mama’s house, and we stay in the house on some romantic shit. I’ve been in Miami for three days now. You know I have my program for single mothers, so this month, we stopped in Miami and gave back. Fly back to Cali with me and party with us tonight. It’s Friday, and you talking about you got Monterius in the doghouse, so hang with me tonight. We need to catch up. I’m not leaving until about nine tonight,” she told me.
That shit sounded so damn tempting. I mean, I was already picking Dream up from school today and dropping her off with my mama. She told me yesterday that she wanted to spend the weekend with her grandma, so it wasn’t like I was on auntie duty this weekend. I could use a girl’s night out because I don’t even know the last time I dressed up to go somewhere.
Normani used to be my going out partner, but I couldn’t get sis off my cousin’s dick long enough for her to ride out with me. Don’t get me wrong, I was happy for my girl. Hell, I was happy for Billion too, but that nigga just stole my best friend right up under my damn nose. Normani and I used to have our weekend brunch dates religiously, but these days, if I call her in the morning, she’s hungover on dick, so she can’t even get her ass out of bed early enough to sip mimosas and eat a damn omelet with me. I was just waiting for the day she tells me she’s pregnant because I knew it was coming. It wouldn’t hurt me to go to L.A. for the weekend, and come Monday, I could get right back to business.
“I’ll come. I already know the hotel I want to stay at. I’ll stay where I stayed the last time that I was in L.A.,” I told her, and she waved me off.
“Girl, why would I invite you to come with me and make you pay for a hotel? Just stay with us,” she said.
“Hell no! You got kids and a husband. It’s cool. I got a spot. Where should I meet you to leave?” I asked, not taking staying with her as an option.
Yeah, Mia and I used to be the best of friends at one time, but so many years had gone by since I’d been around her, so in a way, it would be like I was staying with a stranger. I didn’t like sleeping at people’s houses anyway; I didn’t care how big and nice it was, and trust me, I knew that her house was definitely big and nice.
“Miami International. We’ll leave in my jet that papi got for me,” she said, smiling as she thought about her husband.
