Free The Naughty Sins Of A Saint by Tiana Laveen Page A

her. I knew it as soon as I walked into the studio for the interview and laid eyes on her.”
    Raphael nodded. “One of your dreams again? Those have always scared me, Man. I used to hate it when you’d tell me about one of your dreams. The shit’s usually bad and comes true.” He shook his head. “I always thought you should look into why you have them.”
    “I know, that’s why I don’t talk about it with anyone anymore. No one knows except you, well, and my mother did of course. It’d just make me all the more bizarre to people. I don’t want to seem unattainable to my fans. These dreams – there isn’t anything I can do about them. I don’t even sleep most of the time, but when I do, chances are that something will pop up. Imagine being a kid and telling your mother her favorite cat was going to die, and three days later it did.” Saint shook his head.
    Raphael nodded, “I remember that, Man. We were like seven. His name was Ike,” Raphael smiled. “Your mother loved that cat.”
    “Yup, little patchy Ike,” Saint sighed. “She told me to not tell my father about my dreams, that he wouldn’t understand, so I never did. Then after that, it was one thing after another. I’d tell her she was going to find some money, and she did, and sometimes I’d throw a lie or two in there to protect my own bad ass.” They both started laughing.
    “It’s not a coincidence that I ended up meeting Xenia that very same day I had that dream, Raphael,” Saint continued. “I had seen a photo of her, but it didn’t do any justice. I didn’t connect the two until I looked her in the eyes. It’s her, Raphael, I know it is. All that mouth on the air is just for show. All the ranting and raving off air was part of the mating game. It was like two wild animals in the woods that had never seen each other before. We had to fight first to gain some respect. Inside she’s a pussy cat.”
    “I think you’re just trying to get in her pussy,” Raphael laughed.
    Saint nodded, “I’d love to, but it’s more than that. This has less to do with sexual attraction and more to do with spiritual attraction.”
    “But according to you, she despises you. Good luck with that, Man. I mean, I really hope you’re right because I know you’ve been searching for a long time, but after what you just told me, she doesn’t seem like your cup of tea,” Raphael shrugged. “Let’s just be real. Hey, you got anything to eat around here?” He rubbed his stomach. “The bodega around the way is closed. They have my favorite pickles, too.”
    “Yeah, help yourself.” Saint watched Raphael walk into the kitchen.
    “You know, sometimes people pretend to hate what they really love.” Saint went on, elevating his voice so Raphael could hear him over the pillaging of his refrigerator.
     “I talk about that at the conferences. It keeps people safe from hurt and disappointment. I knew she was attracted to me before she even said it.”
    “She said it?” Raphael asked surprised.
    “She mentioned it at the introduction as kind of a segue as well as in one of her tirades. It wasn’t meant as a compliment, it was wrapped up in some ulterior bullshit, but it confirmed what I already knew.” Saint shook his head. “She kept trying to not look at me directly before we even began, and then I’d catch her stealing glimpses. I knew she was going to try to verbally run train on me with no Vaseline on the air because of it. I make her uncomfortable. She likes being in control and doesn’t like what I talk about because she knows it’s true. A Black woman in L.A.? Man, please! Natural hair, too? Not tall and thick in the thigh? I know she’s having a hard time out there. As pretty as she is, she isn’t artificial looking; she looks like a real woman, and they don’t want that shit. They want blow-up dolls. If she was here or down south maybe even, guys would be pissing themselves to get to her, but out there, it’s the land of silicone