A Rose In A Hard Place: Chapter 2

A Rose In A Hard Place: Chapter 2

 

read Part 1 here 

“What would you like to order?” The waitress asked in the most courteous voice. “I’ll take the Dancing Chicken with brown rice,” I ordered. “And I will take the Crying Tiger with brown rice as well.” Anya added. “And what would you like to drink with that?” “Two cranberry juices in the largest size you have,” Anya said. “But who said I wanted cranberry–” “Shh! be quiet girl and yes that will be all,” Anya said,  outpouring her smile that can steal Wall St Investors wallets. I shook my head and rolled my eyes from knowing how Anya already acts with her robust self. She grabbed her black lambskin Christian Dior bag from her hip and placed it on her lap and started ransacking inside. “Girl, what are you looking for?” I asked.  Anya pulled out her crystal craved flask. I know she was not about the spike our drinks with her liquor. This should not surprise me after the twelfth time she spiked our drinks at even the most tasteful restaurants. “That is so ghetto Anya put it away, like now.” I tried to obscure my eyes with my hand trying to hide away from the bashfulness. “Miss Thing…I make my own money, I have my own business, if want to bring liquor I will. Plus, this is not just any liquor. This is a twelve thousand dollar diamond distilled Kors Vodka.” Anya said.

I was nearly two seconds away from hurdling out my seat to slap some sense into her. Anya is still the same girl from our high school years when we used to venture up and down the streets of Harlem in our fresh new pairs of Jordan’s. Times have changed since, now we’ve moved up from the middle class . But damn, she still got that edge all up in her, especially in that luxurious vodka. I’m not even going to lie, I wanted a taste of this diamond vodka.

“You know,” Anya started, “You honestly should have gone with us on Jessica’s trip. We had such a blast! The men were dope, we got so many free drinks, I got into at least five clubs for free, and to top it off…I had this fine ass dark chocolate, football player looking, sex God tastes my treats!” Anya started to fan herself in excitement. “You know it’s been a long time coming since I had this kitty cat primed and polished. It was worth the wait. Can I get an Amen!”

“Amen!” I shouted, but this wasn’t I wanted to hear at this time. “But Yo! Let me finish telling you what happened.”

 

 

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A Rose in a Hard Place

A Rose in a Hard Place

I grabbed and my phone and made my final decision to call him. After a few rings he answered, ” I am ready for you to pick me up,” I said. “Alright, I knew you wouldn’t let me down cutie,” he said. I can hear the smile in his voice. “Haha, right, so hurry up handsome.” I snapped on the two locks on my suitcase. I looked around to check and see if I wasn’t leaving anything I may need. I took a deep breath. Alright, I think we are good here. I took the keys, my suitcases, duffel bag, and head out the door. My heart is pacing really fast. I am not sure if I am nervous about where I am going or what I am leaving, either way the thrill is what I am following. I left my 44 floor building waiting outside with my belongings. They time read 10:37 pm.  I took out my cig. Fuck! I left my lighter upstairs, blah, I really don’t feel like going back up there again. I asked the lobby attendant if he had a lighter and luckily he did. I need a moment or two.

I was half down my cig when June pulled up in his all black Hennessey Venom that I helped him pick out a few months ago. He knew that was my favorite car.  My face broke into a deep smile. I was so excited to have seem him walk out that car wearing all black everything matching his baby car. I walked up to him planting a warm kiss on his buzz shaved cheek. ” Looks like a Giuseppe Zanotti night,” he said laughing. I looked down and saw his black and gold high top Giuseppe’s matched my gold suede Giuseppe also. “Oh my god, babe you are so right, we always randomly match somehow, I love it,” I said.  He helped my put my suitcases in the. He grabbed my wrist in middle of me joyfully throwing my bags in the backseat of his car. “Are you sure you want to do this,” he said staring directly into my eyes. I got uncomfortable and looked away. Direct stares makes me uneasy as if one can read the inside of my thoughts precisely. “Look at me,” he said grabbing my chin towards him.” Are you sure about this? I don’t want to force you into something you don’t want to do.” “No, I am not sure,” I said, “But I want to go with you. Just take me and give me an experience.” He kissed me on my neck. It put the wide crystal smile back on my face. “Alright, so let me take this,” he said taking off my St. Laurent sable fur coat.  June opened the front passenger door to his car. “Shotgun!” I yelled. “Bang, Bang, Bang,” he said.

I checked the time again and it read 10:45 pm. Okay, I have to text him something. June asked if I was OK and I assured him for the second time that I am. I’m just…well, I don’t know what I am at this point. I just want to get away for a moment. I scrolled down in my phone to where it said hubby. Hey my hero, I am going out with Jessica and the girls tonight down in the city for some drinks, then off to the weekend trip. There is some pizza left in the oven. That’s all, love ya <3. “Who are you texting?” June asked. I flinched. “Oh it’s no one important, just my best friend. I am telling her I can’t make it to girls night tonight,” I said.
“So, you’re saying your best friend is not important?”
“Oh, you know what I mean, boy.”
” I am just asking!”  We chuckled. He started the car that immediately blasted Drake’s new album. The heavy bass rattled my skin. “So where do you want to go?” “To your place,” I said.  I looked him and saw his pearly whites against the black interior of the car. I exchanged the same smile with him. He sang along to the song horribly, but I didn’t mind. I wanted to make him as happy as possible.