Page 13 of Keeping Busy
“But what else besides that made you agree to do this?”
“Nothing.” I said, fingering the luxurious material of a dreamy silver gown.
“Just Auntie Bo? It had nothing to do with the fact that Busy is fine as hell, or that those football pants can’t hide his dick print?”
“I’m pretty sure that’s an athletic cup in his football pants, Brit, so there’s that.”
She tilted her head to the side. “Maybe, but I’ve been looking at Busy’s dick print since I was a senior in high school - it ain’t always been an athletic cup. Plus, he loves to thirst-trap in those compression shorts on his IG page. Just saying.”
I shook my head, not just to ward off what she was saying, but to clear the thought of his dick print from my mind.
“It wasn’t the dick print?” She confirmed.
“No, British. It wasn’t the dick print. I don’t even pay attention to his dick print.” I pulled a black gown from the rack and held it out.
“Lies. You’ve always had a crush on him. Since we were little, you’ve had a crush on him.”
I started separating the dresses that I wanted to try on from the ones that I knew weren’t going to work for me.
“I did have a crush on him when we were little. Then it faded.” I looked over at my younger sister, and it was obvious from her facial expression that she didn’t believe me. “I’m not lying, Brit. I wouldn’t lie to you. If I was digging him, I would tell you. I’m not. He was my teenage crush, and I haven’t been a teenager in a minute.”
“So, no feelings for him at all?”
I cut my eyes at her and smiled slyly. “Now, let’s not be ridiculous. Have you seen him? Of course there’s feelings.” I ticked them off on my fingers. “Feelings of lust. Feelings of hunger. Feelings of…”
“Horniness.” She supplied.
“There are those.”
“You think you’re going to be able to convince people that you guys are a real couple?”
“Girl, people believe anything they see on the internet. All he needs is some strategically placed, suggestive pictures of us together, and the media’s gonna be like, ‘Who’s the mystery woman on Maddox Mayhew’s arm?’.”
“Just make sure that he’s not out there in “suggestive” pictures with other chicks. You don’t wanna look like a member of his line-up.”
“Yeah, I had my attorney put that in the contract.”
“I’m excited to see how this plays out.” She told me.
That surprised me. “Really?” I raised my eyebrows. “Why?”
“I don’t know. I feel like he was always destined to end up with one of us Watson girls. Why shouldn’t it be you?”
“I can’t imagine that I’m Busy’s type. I would imagine him with somebody more like Clarke or Joya.”
“Clarke?” Her brown eyes were wide in surprise. “Uhn uh. Not at all. He’s motivated, focused and high energy, like daddy. You’re motivated, focused and high energy, like mama.”
“And on that note, I’m gonna try on these dresses.” I took three dresses from the rack and headed towards the back of the boutique. I wanted to keep things professional with Busy. I didn’t need British planting any seeds in my head that I wasn’t trying to nurture.
Maddox
4
I paid for Mecca’s benefit attire, but she took her sister with her when she went shopping, so I had no idea what to expect. When I picked her up Friday night, I was nowhere near prepared for what I saw. My heart raced wildly in my chest, its rhythmic thumps resounding in my ears when she answered the door for me.
“I’m almost ready.” She told me, and turned on her heel to walk away, but then she stopped, and gracefully turned back to me. “You must see something you like, but you need to close your mouth before you catch a fly, Busy. I know Miss Vera raised you better than that.”
I closed my mouth.
