Page 31 of F*ckin' With Me
How is this my fault?I had no idea what came over me when my hand went across her face. I was tired, so tired of her. “Listen, I have never done anything to you that warranted the way you treat me. Your fiancé just left you at the damn altar. He was an ass for that, but you are not innocent in this.”
The shock was boldly shown on everyone’s face. I felt a hand on the small of my back. My chest rose then fell. Bravery built in my soul then rose to my mouth. “Fuck you, Lanette.” When my mother opened her mouth to say something, I put my finger up. “Don’t you say anything to me. Fuck you too.”
The tears that once flowed down my sister’s face then flowed down mine. I was over it. Daylen pulled me into him then kissed my temple. “Let’s go, love.”
“Okay,” I softly said.
Before Daylen ushered me out, my father gave me a hug. He told me he was proud of me for standing up for myself and finally giving out fuck yous. I needed that.
I walked out with my hand locked in Daylen’s. Rissa and Rashad were on our heels. Halfway to the villa, I gasped and turned to Rissa. “Oh my God. Your friend was on Justin’s side. Did he leave?”
She waved me off. “Girl, I’m not worried about that damn man. He’ll be alright.” She walked over and interlocked her arm around mine. “Besides, now we can do that little thing we talked about earlier. Daylen and Rashad, find something to do for a few hours.”
“What thing do y’all have to do? Rissa, don’t get Simonette fucked up on this island.” Daylen’s top lip was high to matchhis eyebrow. “Come here, Simonette.”I love it when he gets aggressive.I never knew I would like that.
My arms wrapped around him. “Baby, we’re not going to do anything bad. I asked her to help me with a surprise for you.”
His eyes brightened. He dropped his lips on mine. “Oh, you already setting up surprises for your nigga? I like that shit, Sim.”
“Let’s go get a drink and be fuckin’ nosy,” Rashad suggested. “I know that wedding drama ain’t over. Hell, what the hell are they going to do with that reception food?”
I giggled at Rashad’s silliness. “They did spend a lot, and I do mean a lot, of money on the reception. If I know my father, he’s not going to let all that go to waste.”
“Alright, we’ll be back in a few hours,” Daylen informed us. After he told me he would bring Rissa and me something to eat, they left us.
Rissa’s rosy cheeks lifted. She let out a light chuckle. “I guess it’s time to teach lil’ miss innocent how to suck a dick and a few other things.”
I wanted to gasp at her words, but I knew I couldn’t. There was no need to. I asked for it.
The day was a whole muthafucka.Nothing that had happened so far that day was what I expected. From when my beautiful ass woman walked her ass out of the room with a dress that looked painted on, to the bombs at the wedding. Rissa knew exactly what she was doing with how she styled Simonette. My sister successfully found a way to bring Simonette out of her shell. I’d seen my baby in her shell umpteen times. I wanted to get to know the Simonette out of the shell.
When we got to the wedding venue, which was extremely nice, I saw the hurt on Simonette’s face when the hostess bitch told us to sit in the back row. Her mama and sister were bogus as hell for that shit. It could only be them who were petty enough to sit their immediate family in the last row.
I was big on fighting battles that were worth the fight. A seating assignment at someone else’s shit was not worth it. Mr. Brand felt otherwise because his ass went all the way the hell in on that Doris bitch. It was crazy, in what seemed to be a tight group of friends, one was fucking the other’s husband. A part of me thought that Mr. or Mrs. Brand was having an affair. Hell, it could have been both. They more than disliked each other. There was hate there.
Something dawned on me. “Bro, remember we saw that nigga arguing with ole girl the other night? How much you want to bet that it was his baby mama and not Sim’s sister?”
“Shit! You probably right,” Rashad agreed. “That’s probably who was texting him at dinner and shit. I told you I slid through his bullshit bachelor party, and his ass was distracted as fuck. He kept leaving and shit. Bro, I’on know where they found the strippers, but they were nasty as fuck. Ole girl I’m fuckin’ husband was on some porno shit. Two hos married to each other.”
I burst into laughter because there was no way he just said that shit. “Nigga, I know you’re not serious right now. Aren’t you fuckin’ that man’s wife? Ain’t that some ho shit too?”
“Duh! I know I’m a ho, and I lean into that shit with NDAs by my side,” Rashad said with all seriousness. “My heart, soul, or dick isn’t beholden to anyone out here. Until I am, I’m going to responsibly ho.”
I couldn’t be mad at his ass. Over the years, we’d had deep conversations about what we wanted. We both wanted the wife, children, dog, and white picket fence type shit. We both also knew that we wanted to have our fun before we made commitments to the woman we wanted to make our forever. I thought about Simonette and whether she was my forever. She was the girl that my youth overlooked, to an extent, but maturitysaw her for the fullness of who she was and would continue to grow to be.
“Robert! Why would you tell the guests to still come to the reception? Our daughter just had her heart ripped out of her by the man she was supposed to marry. He left her at the fucking altar for one of her bridesmaids that he got pregnant!” Mrs. Brand was on one.
We had to pass the parents’ villa on our way to the restaurant we were going to. I wondered if Justin’s parents had already left. It hadn’t even been thirty minutes since the debacle occurred. Mr. Brand walked out of the open patio door with a glass of what I assumed was alcohol in it. Mrs. Brand was on his heels. Rashad and I had the perfect view from where we stopped walking.
“Simone, get the hell away from me. I am sympathetic to the fact that our daughter’s heart was broken; however, some of the accountability of these cascading events falls on her.” He took a sip of his drink before his chin turned in her direction. “Oh, and you too, might I add.”
Sim’s mother was dramatic as hell. When Mr. Brand said that shit, his wife grabbed her chest and stumbled back like he struck her. “Robert! Nothing about this falls on me. Jessica and Justin are just horrible people.”
“Dude, I need a better damn seat,” Rashad complained. There were seats along the pathway to the villas. I could only imagine it was for people who were drunk and needed a minute.
We walked to the seats to be spectators like we were invited. I pulled out my phone to call our butler to bring us some drinks to where we were. Fuck that shit. I wasn’t normally that nosy, but this shit was too good.
Mr. Brand confirmed we were in eyesight when his eyes fell on us. I thought he would say something, but he didn’t. He faced his wife. “What does that make you and our daughter, Simone? Two women who schemed to trap a man with a fictitious child.”
