Page 41 of Not About That Life
Four
The vibe before this gala is a bit tenser than before.
I avoided speaking with Ian all day but it wasn’t unusual because I had classes and he had to supervise a special event at 3121. Even when I sent him a ‘Oops, my bad’ text, he didn’t respond.
I really fucked up.
After I closed up the studio, I headed straight home where I was met by my Glam Squad to get me together for this gala. Since it’s Christmas time, the fundraiser has a holiday-theme to it.
Joy chose a hot off-shoulder Parker Black number that shimmers with each movement. Shelly decided a slick bun would work best on me and Mario wanted my makeup to be as natural as possible with a lot of browns and nudes, but with a pop of red for the holiday.
When I arrived home, Ian was upstairs working out. I briefly heard him enter the bathroom to shower and he got dressed in his closet. He was currently waiting for me in the living room.
I guess my apology text didn’t make things better between us. I need to figure a way out to make this better and fast.
“Girl, it is so damn cold in this room,” Mario commented as he applied fake lashes on me. “I mean between you and Ian, I don’t know who’s the coldest bitch.”
I sigh. Even my squad knows what’s up. “We had a fight this morning and I think he’s still pissed at me.”
“Uh-uh,” Shelly put the finishing touches on my bun. “What happened?”
“One of my instructors was trying to flirt with him and I told him he allowed it to happen without checking her and it just went from there. I’ll admit I was being a bit of an ass towards him and he didn’t deserve it but I think he’s still miffed.”
“Well, some guys don’t know when a girl is flirting with them. They only know it when the girl is offering some ass or some head. But if she flirts with him and hypes him up, he won’t see it.” Joy replied as she watched everything. “He probably didn’t know she was flirting with him.”
“Now wait a minute, we don’t know all of the details yet,” Mario interjected, “was it a she?”
“Of course it was!” Joy replied. “She wouldn’t get upset if a man was flirting with Ian!”
“Hell, I don’t know! It’s not so black and white anymore. Shit, if a trans woman was flirting with Ian, would you have been upset with Ian, Domi?” Mario asks.
“I think I would’ve been more confused than upset,” I admit.
“That’s the beside the point!” Joy continued. “If one of Domi’s instructors know Ian is her fiancée, she should’ve backed off.”
“If Ian was a bus driver or a delivery man, she probably would’ve.” Mario started on the other eyelash. “Ian is a billionaire and that puts him in a different category of fuckableness.”
“Is that even a word?” Shelly asked.
“It is now, bitch!” Mario chuckled. “Domi, girl, you’re just gonna have to get used to it. You have no choice. Bitches are going to be after your man twenty-four-seven-three-hundred-and-sixty-five-make-it-three-hundred-and-sixty-six-if-it’s-a-leap-year. You can’t keep getting jealous or that’s going to get old real quick and Ian doesn’t have time for that shit.”
“The bitch has a point,” Joy replied.
“He is right,” Shelly chimed in.
Damn, really? Even my glam squad said I acted like an asshole. Now I really need to make it up to Ian – and get my jealousy in check. “What should I do?”
“Honestly? Open your eyes and look at me,” Mario instructed and I followed, “damn, I just keep getting better and better with this shit. I need to have a statue erected in my honor.” He dipped a brush into some bronzer and swiped it over my face. “The best thing you can do, Domi, and this is coming from a man’s perspective, is show Ian you’re sorry. Apologize, and if all else fails, blow him. Men will forget about a lot of shit when they’re getting their dicks sucked.”
Mario and Adrienne practically said the same thing. Maybe there’s something to what they’re saying. I need to keep that in mind. “Duly noted.” I stand up. “Am I ready to go?”
“You’re ready!” Mario beamed. “Ladies, is she ready?”
“She’s looking fabulous!” Shelly replies.
“Like a rockstar goddess,” Joy comments.
“Okay, cameras out! “ And they all take photos as I pose for their various IG pages and blogs. “Now, we’re ready!”
