<strong> Author's note: Just gonna post this on here to see if people will read it or not lol. It's been a while since I wrote a story in first person format so just want to see if I will get any readers.</strong>
<a href="http://soundonmars.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/tumblr_mcbdlr6aut1qfy7xzo3_1280.jpg?w=584&h=389">I</a> stood in the restroom of one of my favorite dinner spots. Every now and then I liked to treat myself. I deserved it. I worked very hard this year. And there was nothing wrong with rewarding myself for my hard work. I was one of the few women that was bringing in high sales at the real estate company. I am a real estate agent. Hopefully, one day I'll become a real estate broker. I wouldn't haven't to work for anyone. They would be working for me. This has been my dream career since I was a small, little girl in Buffalo, New York. I moved to Pasadena, California at the age of 21. I'm 26 now and I love my life. I have a wonderful man named Daniel to go home to at night. He was everything to me and more that I could ever ask for. Not bragging... Okay, maybe a little bit but you should see my peers lives compared to mine. I was doing it as a young, black woman. No one could take anything away from me. That's for damn sure.
"Girl, I really needed this day today. Work has been very stressful lately. I needed a break from all their annoying asses," My best friend, <a href="http://media.fashionmagazine.com/images/may08Kree_250.jpg">Kamille</a> ranted, joining me at my table.
I could certainly agree with that. Work was kicking my ass too. You just didn't understand. Tonight I was going to go home and take a nice, hot, and relaxing bath. I needed it badly.
"I needed it too. I've been working hard myself. I did get two new clients who are looking into buying this luxurious house in Calabasas. This will be my biggest sale ever if I get them. So, I'm praying that I do," I informed her, while sipping my margarita.
"Well, I'm happy for you. Seriously, you have been putting in a lot of work over there. Good to see that it is paying off nicely. How are things with Daniel and the hospital situation? Is he still working long hours?" She questioned, eying the menu.
I sighed. This was something I used to think about a lot. I barely spent any time with my fiancé due to the fact that he was a plastic surgeon. He was a well-known surgeon at that so he had a lot of patients. It definitely caused strain onto our relationship. I longed for his attention and touch at times. However, work HAD to come first. At least that's the impression I was getting.
I just simply retorted, "The same. When he's at home, it would be for like maybe 30 minutes and then his phone rings up telling him to come into his office. I'm learning to just deal with it. You know? I talked to him about it, but he's thinking that the work won't let up for a while. So... What other choice do I have? None."
There was a long silence. Kamille shook her head, "Well, I'm sure things will get better."
"Yeah, it certainly better. The wedding is in six months, but anyway, how have things been looking up for you and Sean's situation?" I questioned, eying her.
"He's claiming the kids aren't his, but they look exactly like his ass," She spat, shaking her head. She then went on to say, "I just really am trying not to beat him and that b**** ass. My own cousin f***ed my man behind my back AND had the nerve to get pregnant too. My blood pressure about to go up again with this bulls***."
I shook my head. She is so f***ing stupid. Like really stupid. All the signs that her cousin Mercedes and no-good ass, broke ass, boyfriend Sean were sleeping together. A blind person could see that. Someone of her caliber and reputation could do so much better than this no-good fool. She was a fool in love and there isn't anything worse than being in love with someone you know is bad for you. She's working on making a six-figure salary while he is making minium wage as a waiter. That isn't any type of money and I warned her again and again to not give him her number. She was so focus on him being cute that she ignored all of the signs.
I rolled my eyes and scolded her, "I TRIED telling you to leave that bamma alone, but NO 'He is so cute Des. Money isn't important Des. Temptation is horrible Des.' Months ago, looking like a damn fool. You chose to lay up with that fool and this is what you get. That ghetto trash... You should have emptied him in the dumpster a long time ago. Like YESTERDAY. Seriously."
She whined, "Des... I DO love him. What am I supposed to do?"
I was just about to yell at her again until I seen <a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mc7j71NkW51rp9rj8o1_500.jpg">her</a> walk to our table. She was just trash. Filth. A hoodrat. She was also my boss's daughter. He gave her a job as a secetary so she could stay off the pole. She still didn't know how to dress. Her stripper atire went everywhere she went.
"Hey Des girl. Your face is beat for the gods honey! You look very sophisticated. I love this place. It's so nice. I'm 'bout to tear this s*** up!" She remarked like the rat she was.
I smiled stalely, "Hello Jasmine. And you look... Pole ready."
She laughed, "Thank you. It ain't easy being a bad b****."
I was so giving this b**** the nastiest look in my head. Like I said, pure trash.
I laughed uneasily, "I'm sure."
"That's all I wanted. Let me get to this seat. See you later girl," She waved, while walking off.
Kamille gave me a look, "Ugh, I see she still think she on the pole."
"Tell me about it. She already ruining my good spots. Time to change locations now. I can't have her polluting the air with her cheap ass perfume and everything else," I roared, downing my margarita.
"She still with that boy? What's his name, Quentin? Yeah, the drug dealer," She asked, still staring at Jasmine from afar with disgust.
"Of course! He finally decided to buy her some REAL Louboutin's. And upgraded her wardrobe with more whore outfits. Trash and trash belongs together. I would say I can't believe she would date him, but then again, who am I kidding?"
We chatted and talked about different things until the dinner came to an end. I made my way to my home to see Daniel's car. I rolled my eyes. I wasn't in the mood for him tonight. I went upstairs to see him lying in my bed. <a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwob2fc7101qczeeoo1_500.jpg">Daniel</a> smiled widely, "Hey baby... You know what time it is? Time for me to make love to you baby..."
Oh great! Mediocre sex for tonight. Yay! I can't sound more sarcastic than this!
I was very excited about this big sale possibility. I showed this couple around the property and I think I have this in the bag. They were really interested in this house. It was the dream house. If I could afford it, I would live here myself.
"AYE! DES! You can't answer your phone no more?"
I screwed my face and looked into the corner to see <a href="http://ryanseacrest.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/ChrisBrown1.jpg">him</a> and his friend sitting in the living room. I tried to pretend that I didn't even see or hear him. Although, the couple did. They just stared at them like they were infected.
"As you can see, this is a very family-oriented home. Sports area, family area, amazing theater room, arcade room, and much more. This is the ideal home for you two wonderful people. Mr. and Mrs. Wells," I cooed, trying to take the focus off of the intruder.
"Thank you. I really like the tennis court as well. I can touch up on my game," Mr. Wells commented with a smile.
"OH, SO NOW YOU DEAF AND BLIND?! I ain't going no f***ing where. I'm a potential customer too! Matter of fact, let me buy this s***! I want this f***ing house Desiree," He roared, walking over to me.
"Is everything alright? I didn't know someone else was looking into buying this house. We remember you saying you had no potential buyers rushing to buy this home," Mrs. Wells expressed, confusedly.
"I am so sorry you guys. This will take a quick second," I now walked outside, knowing he would follow me. "What the f*** Quentin? What are you doing here?" I question agitatedly.
He chuckled, "I wanna buy this house baby. That's why I'm here. And that's funny. Now, I'm Quentin. I was your baby a few weeks ago. I was hitting that and doing s*** that lame nigga wasn't doing and now you tryna--"
"Trying to what? There is nothing between us and keep your voice down. I told you I was just trying to take my mind off of the stress and it was all a mistake. And you can't afford this house with your little drug money so get out of here. I changed my number and it will stay changed. Now if you will excuse me, I have a house to sell. So take you and your homie out of here," I sassed and walked away, but he quickly grabbed my arm.
He stared into my eyes intensely and his voice sent chills down my spine as he uttered, "I don't know who the f*** you think you are talking to, but I'll turn your world upside f***ing down. You got my number, you better f***ing use it. I suggest you use it tonight or I'll burn this b**** down. You wanna play with my feelings? I'll play with your life and money. Remember what the f*** I said Desiree."
I sighed as he smacked my ass loudly. He then took off with his friend. He blew me a kiss through the window before he drove far away. The s*** I put up with...