Lights, Camera, Action Chapter 3: The Cracks Deepen
Bella I jumped up screaming, Pierre was so frightened and concerned that he grabbed me and rocked me in his arms. “Tell me what’s wrong, babe,” he asked. “Nothing love, just had a bad dream. Must be the scary movie you made me watched earlier,” I lied. I didn’t want Pierre to know what haunted me. What would he care anyway? It’s only even eight months since we’ve been dating, why would he want to help? Besides, he would look at me differently and things would never be the same. We were spending the weekend together. On Friday I closed the biggest deal of my career. Damonte loved my design and construction is to start right away. I went out with my coworkers to celebrate last night after work but after two drinks I excused myself and headed home. On Sunday, after Pierre left earlier than planned, I decided I was going to visit my mom. I went over by Jazz to check on her before heading out since I hadn’t seen her in a week. Wrong move! “Girl when are you going to get rid of that ugly man and pick up someone better looking? A woman of your stature should not be seen anywhere near the likes of him.” Jazzy asked or stated, I don’t even know because I wasn’t trying to hear nothing from her about Pierre. Jazz was what some people call bougie. She only dated rich men – single or taken – as long as they had money and looked good she wanted them. Like me, Limin’Times Entertainment Gude
Jazz worked very hard to get where she wanted to be. Her mom left her a cool million when she died, which Jazz used first on fashion school, then on starting her own clothing line and finally to open her first store. Jazz’s dad was still alive but he lived in Florida with his new wife. He and Jazz had a fairly good relationship, but she couldn’t stand her step mom. I don’t blame her, the lady was twenty years younger than her dad and only three years older than Jazz. Talk about finding a sugar daddy and latching on to him. “Jazz are you home?” I called out. I found her front door unlocked so I put my head in and called again. “Jazz, it’s Bella. You here?” The house was so quiet I was about to turn back, lock it, and leave when I heard a faint sobbing coming from the den. Slowly pushing the door further open, I called out to her again. There was a pause before she finally answered; “Bella don’t leave.” Jazz How could I forget to lock the door!? I thought. Bella should’ve been too caught up in her boo Pierre to think about how long it had been since she saw me up close. Oh well, now that she was here Id’ have to come up with a story. I couldn’t let her know that I was not the hardcore, got-it-together boss-lady that I project for the good of my brand. Truth was, my secrets were dark and I planned to take them to my grave, even if it killed me. 12