My Best Friend

Chapter 55 ~ Master of Deception

"Ah NeeNee we were just waiting on you, the Tinhorn Dictator to complete our trio," he said and Arianna quickly turned her head and laughed. I could see Naomi fuming. She liked to dish it out but hated when there was a comeback.

"Really Jarreau? In front of one of our new bosses."

"I'm not his boss, but I'm yours. My mother is the boss of all of us. We need to make that clear," Arianna said winking at Jarreau and Naomi's head looked liked it was going to explode.

If looks could kill, Jarreau would be a pile of ash. Naomi's face twisted up leaving her looking like a runaway banshee.

"My apologies, I won't make that mistake again. If you don't need me for anything else, I will go now Ms. Moretti."

"I think we are finished here, Naomi. Have a good day," she said just standing there looking straight at Jarreau. Naomi walked away pissed off swinging her hair and it brushed hard against Jarreau's face on purpose. It was weave and as he reached for it, Arianna's eyes got big. He dropped his hand as he saw the horrid expression on her face.

"Sorry, she gets me riled up."

"Vero, true, but she's good at her job."

"Not better than you," he said with admiration looking straight at her. She started to blush. He whispered something in Italian and she nodded.

"It would have been funny to see what's under the Malaysian crackpot. I wonder if she has a fro like Dwayne, from What's Happening or rockin ASAP Rocky braids?"

I shook my head and Arianna did too and laughed.

"Although I'm sure that would have been a sight, please tell me you weren't seriously going to grab her by the hair?"

He put his head down like a scolded child.

"I can't lie, I was, please forgive my behavior."

Say what? Where was my brother's balls? Was Arianna holding them? Did he just ask for forgiveness? Either I was being punk'd and Ashton Kutcher was about to jump
out or either I was in the Twilight Zone. I really couldn't tell.

"I'll talk to you later bro." He nodded at me and walked towards the exit when she touched
him on his arm and he stopped. She looked up at him and his eyes damned near swallowed her up whole. She started to softly speak to him in Italian. Although I couldn't understand what she was saying, I watched them and this cheesy smile formed on his face. Her eyes were glued to his and vice versa as if they were the only people in the room. Did they not see me sitting right here?

Maybe there was a love connection after all. Jarreau usually didn't fall for sophisticated, attractive, good pedigree and wealthy women. He liked them gangsta, hood-O-fabulous, and usually from Hoeville. He clowned around being the life of the party but there was something different about him when he was near her. Submissive! Oh yeah, she had his balls.

She touched him on his arm again. He smiled at her, nodded and walked off but not before he slightly turned his head towards me, winked and smiled showing all his teeth. What was he up too? Her eyes followed him as he walked out the door.

I took a good look at her and she was wearing a classic off the shoulder long burgundy dress that tied on the side. She looked a lot taller than the other night. Her hair was in a slick ponytail that hung down her back mid-way. Make-up was casual and she accessorized with sparkling diamond bracelets and matching earrings. She reminded me of one of those models that walk down a runway at New York Fashion Week.

I put my head down and wiped the sweat from my face. I heard footsteps, rather the sound of heels coming towards me.

"Ciao Signor Gipson," she said holding out her hand. I quickly wiped mine, stood up, smiled and shook her hand.