Chapter Two

Karly

Luck was on my side as I booked my plane ticket for the next flight out to Minnesota. I shot my mother a text message to let her know that I was catching the early morning flight that was due to leave that next following morning. As I packed, I began to cry. My heart was torn up inside. How could I have been with someone for a year and not know that they were married?

I hurried to wipe the tears from my eyes as I began to shove my winter clothes into my suitcase. The tears blurred my vision, but it didn’t prevent me from packing. I pulled a good number of bras, panties, and other personal items into my suitcase as well. After the first suitcase was full, I started packing a few of my favorite winter boots into my second suitcase. It took me no more than an hour to pack what I felt I was going to need, whatever I missed I was just going to have to buy when I made it to Minnesota, I told myself.

I rolled both suitcases to the front door of my condo and headed back to my bathroom so I could take me a hot shower. As the water sprayed down on my caramel skin, I closed my eyes and saw nothing but Javier. Him laying up in that hospital bed broke my heart but knowing that he had lied to me really shattered it. As I began to wash my body down with my favorite bar of Dove Soap, I decided to forget Javier. When I fell in love, I fell deeply in love, but once I realized that the other person didn’t feel the same or worse betrayed me, then there was no love for that person anymore. I was angry at him and at myself for trusting him with my heart.

He wasn’t worth my tears and I wasn’t going to spend any more time crying over a nigga who didn’t belong to me. I was a bad bitch and I could get any nigga my heart desired.

Javier wasn’t the only nigga on this Earth that had a big dick, I told myself as I continued to wash my body clean.

After I had rinsed the last bit of soap from my body, I had finally made up my mind that I was going to suck this heartbreak up and move on with my life like I always did. I was going to take my ass to Minnesota and spend time with my parents. I wasn’t going to bring any of my emotional baggage along with me. This Christmas was going to be a wonderful Christmas for me and I wasn’t about to let anything destroy my mindset.

After stepping out of the shower, I wrapped my wet body into a big towel and stared at myself in the mirror. I gave my reflection a weak smile as I began to admire my features.

I was about 5’2, slim, with long black hair that stopped pass my shoulders. My eyes were brown hazel in color and I was naturally beautiful.

As I continued to admire myself, I couldn’t wrap my mind around why anyone would want to break my heart. Yes, I was pretty, but I also had a wonderful personality to go along with that.

I unwrapped the towel from my body and stepped into my bedroom as I began to dig out some clothes that I could wear to bed. After putting on a plain yellow t-shirt, I slid on me a pair of black thongs, with a pair of black tube socks that stopped at my knee. I slid into my bed and tried to close my eyes hoping that sleep would come. Just when I was almost near sleep that’s when my phone began to go off. I slowly groaned in irritation as I grabbed my phone off the nightstand that was near my bed. I sat up in bed when I noticed it was one of the models sending her prayers that she hoped Javier was okay.

Instead of responding to her message, I put my phone back on the nightstand and fell into a deep sleep.

 

His hands caressed my body and his lips kissed every inch of me. I moaned as he began to flick his tongue over each of my erect nipples.  My honey box began to drip as he slid between my thighs.

“Open up for me love,” he whispered to me.

I opened myself to him, he slipped his tongue into my treasure box, which blew my mind. He sucked on my clit rather gently as he fingered me. I whimpered and cried out his name as he pleased me with his tongue.

“I’m about to cum,” I heard myself cry out.

As my body released the steady rush of my juices, he made sure to lick every drop of my sweet nectar before pulling away from me. He placed featherlight kisses on my stomach just before he stared into my eyes.

“I love you, baby,” Javier whispered into my ear.

“If you love me, why did you lie to me, why did you break my heart?” I heard myself cry out to him.

Just when he was about to speak the blasting of my alarm woke me. I had been dreaming and it was time for me to wake the fuck up. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and noticed it was six in the morning. I had to get myself together, I had a flight to catch, and I wasn’t about to miss it because of a dumb ass dream.

I wasted no time getting dressed. I slid on a pair of dark blue jeans, with a pink long sleeve shirt, with a pair of black boots that stopped at my knee. I grabbed my black and pink sweatshirt out my closet and pulled it over my pink long sleeved shirt. I made sure to put a pair of diamond studs in my ears as well as in my nose and put on my silver necklace that my mother had gotten me a few years back with my name engraved on it. I pulled my hair into a tight ponytail, dabbed some lip palm on my pink lips, and pulled out my phone to take a few selfies.

 

After I was satisfied with how I looked, I booked me an Uber who could take me to the airport. Twenty minutes later, the Uber was outside my house, he helped me get my luggage in the trunk and we headed off to my destination. We pulled up the airport fifteen minutes later. I paid the driver and rolled my luggage inside the airport.

After going through the security process, I hurried to secure my seat on the plane. I pulled out my phone and finally decided to do what I should have been done when I first found out the truth about Javier.

I have always been a private person, but there were no secrets in the entertainment industry. It was time I let the people that Javier and I associated with know that we were over with. I wanted to be the one to tell the shit first before people started spreading lies on what they thought had happened.

I typed a short post on Facebook letting everyone know that Javier and I were no longer a couple. The post wasn’t even on there a minute good before people started commenting on the post talking about how sorry they were and they hoped we worked things out.

I laughed because if they only knew the half of the story, they wouldn’t have even posted that shit. How could anyone make things work with a nigga who was already married?

When the flight attendant told us to turn off all cell phones, I quickly put my phone on airplane mode and stuck my earplugs in my ear. I closed my eyes as Kodak Black (Spaz Out) blasted in my ear and sleep found me.

Three hours later my plane was touching down in Minnesota. I was finally back to my old roots. As soon as I stepped off the plane, I spotted my mother waving and calling out my name. I ran towards her and she embraced me in a tight hug.

“How was your flight baby?”

“It was fine mom.”

“Your father and I are so happy that you came home. How long are you going to stay?”

“I’m going to stay until you and dad kick me out.”

My mother laughed as she grabbed one of my bags and rolled it to her all black 2018 Range Rover.

“Don’t say things like that because you know we want you back up here with us. I hate you all the way in Georgia by yourself. I know you work and travel a lot, but have you thought about relocating back here. Your father and I, have a nice three-bedroom, two-bathroom house, that just came available.”

“Mom...” I cut her off.

“What baby?” she asked me with concern.

“I will think about it, okay,” I told her truthfully.

“That’s all I ask of you, just at least think about it,” my mother said emotionally as we put my suitcase in her trunk.

The entire drive home we talked and laughed with one another, I was grateful that she didn’t try to pry into my personal life. I guess she was just happy that I was home and she didn’t want to upset me. I looked over at my mother and that’s when I noticed she was beginning to age.

Even though she was aging beautifully, it finally dawned on me that my mother was getting older. Her once long black hair was filled with strands of grey hair and her soft caramel complexion was beginning to show signs of small wrinkles. She still had maintained her weight and was still slim like she has always been when I was growing up. Even though, she was close to being fifty-six my mother was healthy and was living her best life. She spent her days helping my father run their realtor company which was named McAdams Realtor Agency. They were a power couple and I wanted something just as similar. I thought I had it with Javier, but I had been wrong about that shit.

Twenty minutes later, we were pulling up at my childhood home. We stepped out and of course, the Minnesota air hit my ass with a vengeance. I shivered as I grabbed my bags out the trunk and made a run for it towards the front door. My father was already there holding the door open for us both to head on inside.

“Baby, I’m so glad you finally have made it back home,” my father said as I stepped inside.

“I’m glad to be home finally,” I told my father before embracing him in a tight hug.

My father was a big tall man, dark in complexion, with a bald head. I always use to joke him and call him the big giant because even though he was a big man his personality was gentle.

After talking to my mom and dad for a little while I grabbed my two suitcases and headed up the long flight of stairs toward what used to be my room.

As I entered inside my old bedroom I flopped down on the bed as I took in my surroundings. I was home at last.

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Later that night, a soft knock at my door woke me from a much-needed nap.

“Baby, are you getting hungry? Your father and I are thinking about heading out to the Chinese restaurant up the road. Do you want to come along or do you want us to just bring you some food back?”

I sat up in bed as I rubbed my hands through my hair. There was no point in coming all this way and not spend time with my family. If they wanted to go out, I was going to tag along. We had a lot of catching up to do.

“I’m coming along,” I told them as I slid out of bed.

I headed towards the bathroom that was connected to my room and splashed some cool water across my face. I stared at my messy ponytail and quickly began to comb through my tangled hair before I applied some more lip balm to my lips. The harsh cold in Minnesota always required me to constantly apply lip balm all throughout the damn day.

I was just about to put my boots back on when my phone began to blast Rich The Kid (Small Things).

My heart began to race and all the hurt began to come rushing back. I already knew who was calling me without even looking at my phone. I looked down at Javier’s number and cursed myself for not erasing it out of my phone. Instead of answering his call I sent his ass to voicemail. I wasn’t ready yet. I didn’t feel strong enough to hear his voice right now. I was relieved that he was well enough to call me, but everything else, I wanted no part of.

I hated him, but I didn’t wish death on anyone. I just wanted to forget him. I hurried to slide my boots on, grabbed my big coat, and slid my phone into my pocket.

I headed downstairs and tried to forget about that phone call as I hopped in the car with my parents. We had just pulled up at the Chinese Restaurant down the road from our house when Javier called me yet again. I sent him back to voicemail as I headed inside the restaurant.

You better leave a fucking voicemail, if you want to talk that fucking bad, I muttered to myself as I slid my phone back into my pocket.

After we had been seated by a waitress, I looked over the menu for a quick minute before I was ready to order. The waitress took our drink order and wrote down what we wanted to eat. As we waited on our food, we all made light conversation about my job.

After we had finished talking about my job, that’s when the waitress came with our drinks.

“So, are you dating anyone back home in Georgia? Are you still talking to that DJ boy? Shit, I forgot his name,” my dad said as he sipped his Pepsi

I took a deep breath as I stared at my mother and father.

“We didn’t work out. We were on two different pages,” I managed to choke out.

“Aww baby, I know how it is when you meet someone and find out, later on, they ain’t for you. But you’re so beautiful, smart, and successful, you going to get your prince charming soon,” my mother assured me.

I nodded my head as I looked away from her. I wanted to get off this subject now before I started crying. I promised myself that I wouldn’t cry and I was going to keep that promise.

“Okay, enough about me. How is McAdams Realtor Agency doing?” I asked them.

My dad started to beam as he began to talk about how much business he had been getting since he had hired a girl named Lindsey who was also a model on the side. I listened as my mother and father brag about her and how well she did her job.

“Well, I’m glad ya’ll have a dedicated worker for the realtor company.”

“We ain’t met anyone like her. I’m honestly thinking about promoting her in January she deserves it,” my mother told my father.

The conversation about Lindsey and how much my parents loved her ended abruptly when the waitress came with our food.

I didn’t even know how hungry I was until I took one bite from my plate. We all ate in silence and was nearly halfway done eating when my mother spotted someone she knew.

“Lindsey, Carter, is that you…” my mother said to a beautiful woman who was about to walk past our table with her family.

She was very beautiful and by looking at her I knew instantly that my parents weren’t lying when they said she was a model. She was soft brown in complexion, tall, very slim just like a model, with pink full lips, and her hair was cut into a short pixie cut. I stared at her for the longest moment because I was fascinated over just how gorgeous she looked. She was dressed in a pair of red jeans, with a black sweater, and a pair of black long boots that stopped at her knee.

“Karly, this is Lindsey, the realtor your father and I was telling you about, her husband Carter, and their daughter Charity.”

I smiled over at the beautiful family as my mother tried to get us all acquainted.

“Lindsey meet our daughter Karly. I was just telling her that you also model.”

Lindsey blushed before confirming what my mother said was true.

“Karly is a photographer and works with the top highest paid models in the industry. She travels all over the world,” my mother bragged.

I listened as my mother continued to talk about my career to Lindsey and her husband Carter. It didn’t take long before my mother started up a conversation about us doing a little project together since I was a photographer and Lindsey was a model.

I wasn’t going to lie, Lindsey was drop dead gorgeous and I loved taking pictures of beauty. I didn’t think twice about digging into my purse and pulling out my business card with my information listed on the front. I pulled out a pen and jotted down my personal cell number on the back of my business card before informing her to call the number on the back of the card if she needed to reach me personally.

Lindsey stared at me as if she was in a daze.

“Thank you. I have always dreamed of working with a well-known photographer,” Lindsey muttered towards me.

I smiled.

“I will love to work with you, whenever you are available,” Lindsey stated seriously.

“Baby, I believe that is a good idea, working with someone who is experienced will really bring more attention to yourself,” Carter told Lindsey with happiness in his voice.

Everyone agreed in union at what Carter had just stated.

“I’m all for working with you as well, just call or text me when you are available. I will be in town the entire month of December.”

“I will be contacting you,” Lindsey responded with a sparkle in her eye.

“You are so pretty,” Charity said directly towards me.

“Thank you, sweetie, your pretty yourself,” I replied.

She was all smiles as she looked from her mother to me.

“What are your plans for Christmas?” My mother asked Lindsey and Carter.

“Um, we have no plans. We were just going to stay home and have a small dinner,” Carter replied.

“Why don’t ya’ll come over and eat with us then. We will love to have you,” my mother stated happily.

Lindsey looked up at Carter to see if he was interested in the idea. When Carter told her that he didn’t see anything wrong with having dinner with her bosses, my mother beamed.

“Well, we don’t want to hold you up. We hope you enjoy the rest of your night, my father said to Lindsey and her husband Carter.

Lindsey and Carter waved bye, as one of the waiters showed them to a table that wasn’t far from where we were sitting.

As I ate the rest of my food, I began to finally realize that coming to Minnesota haven’t been such a bad idea. It was a much-needed trip and the fact that I had met someone who was an actual model really floored me. I never expected that to happen here. Working always took my mind off anything that was stressful. Coming home to meet someone like Lindsey had me ready to grab my camera and take a camera roll of pictures of this new model. Her beauty was overwhelming and continued to penetrate my mind as I finished up the rest of my meal.