Free I Never Said I Was a Good Girl by Elle Welch Page B

wink and without a single word I open the door and leave his office. I was so cool I didn’t even look back. Let him digest that.
    “Everything okay Ms. English?” Chantel asks as I head for the door.
    “Yes, Chantel, everything is fine. The meeting went damn good.” I give her a high five and head for the elevator.
    I get to the elevator and that is when I bust out laughing thinking ‘I can’t believe I just did that but it sure caught him off guard,’ I think to myself. ‘And the way he tasted it was worth the risk.’ I just wanted to give him a glimpse of who he was messing with. ‘Yes, you sexy and successful and all that, but that is not all it takes for me. Yes, you have loot but I am banking my own. Yes, you are suave and appear to know how to spoil a lady, but I have tricks too!’ I think he got some of that message today.
    There was a time in my life when I wanted love, when I thought that love was obtainable and ruled over everything else. I have always been the kind of woman that if I wanted something there was no length I wouldn’t go to obtain it whether it was money, love, shoes or whatever I put in work. However, I was a fool in love and an amateur back then so I made some mistakes. Mistakes that will remain forever only one other person as far as I know knows about. If all that I have done is ever told, I can’t imagine the backlash.
    I know now that love is for fools. And I won’t be anyone’s fool ever again. I like the attention a man can give and I enjoy how much fun it is being chased and reeling a Brotha in, but I really wasn’t going to let any man take me back to that dark place. The place where you feel like you can’t breathe when they aren’t around. The place where you feel like you have to take him and his feelings into consideration in everything you are planning. The place where you are so blind-sided when they disappoint you that you forget that YOU and your MONEY is all that matters. I have come a very long way from that place and there is NO way I am going back.
    Just as the elevator gets to the first floor and the doors open, my thoughts are interrupted by my cell ringing. I grab it out of my purse and step out of the elevator and check the caller id. I see it is Omari and send his ass straight to voicemail as I put my shades back on and drop my phone back in my purse.
    I get in Pane, close the door, put my pointer finger up to my mouth and bite on the tip of a perfectly shaped fire engine red stiletto nail with a glitter accent and smile at my work. I pull my phone back out of my purse and see that the message indicator light is blinking. I call my voicemail type in my password and listen to the message.
    “Oh you not talking to me? You just come in my office and suck me senseless and walk out without saying a word. Damn Brazille, what the fuck?! Call me when you get this message.”
    I laugh as I erase Omari’s message. Ole thirsty ass.
    On the drive over to the salon I begin to think about who could possibly be behind the threatening phone calls and why they were doing it. I really have no clue but with the way Chyna has been acting I can’t exclude her. The thing that puzzles me is that if it is her, then why is she doing it? She is one of the people that I have never shown my bad girl side to. I mean we get in our disagreements and spats, but I have never intentionally done anything to hurt her. And I’m pretty confident saying the same about her. I think about the phone calls though. And I am like ‘The first one she wasn’t with me so she is fair game for that one. The second one she was there with me so that excludes her. Then again… maybe not. She could have paid someone to harass me and then try to play the close friend and play it under the radar because they call when she is with me.’ I go back in fourth in my mind for the entire ride to the salon on whether Chyna is involved in some way or not, but I just really don’t feel she is but I will never