My Best Friend

Chapter 1 ~ My Best Friend

Lizzy's POV

"Mama like," I giggled as my boytoy Aries kissed me on my neck. Aries Wilson, a chocolate god to the umpteenth power was making me hot. He had surprised me by coming into town a day early to do a television interview promoting his high school football camp in Baton Rouge. He stopped by with a bouquet of roses and wine last night and one thing led to another.

"Baby I so missed this," he said kissing me behind my ear. His hands roamed up and down my body and I chuckled as he whispered against my skin. This man had an insatiable appetite and I would sacrifice my body for his pleasure.

Aries was the whole package. He was intelligent, smoking hot, rich and could make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world. He stood a little over six and a half feet tall, he was lean with thick muscles and a bald head women went crazy over.

I could hear my phone ringing on the nightstand and I knew exactly who it was. Only one person had that ringtone, Lean On Me, by Club Nouveau.

"Don't you even think about picking up that phone Liz," Aries said through gritted teeth. We had been going at it for at least forty-five minutes. Hell who was counting though because what he was giving me, the house could be on fire and I wouldn't move. The phone rang again alerting me of a text message.

Aries and I continued on and my phone wouldn't stop ringing or buzzing. It continued and Aries picked it up and threw it across the room and it went silent.

"Boy you done lost ya mind?!" I said turning around. "That damn phone was over six-hundred dollars and it's used as a work phone plus I am on emergency hospital call."

"I will buy you a case of them."

"That's not the point!" I said releasing myself from his grip and I could slowly feel my rage slipping in. The cost of that phone was pocket change to him, but I worked hard for that phone. Hell he wasn't still paying medical school loans off, I was.

"Don't you dare do this to me...ah damn it!," he said rolling off the bed. He grabbed his pants off the floor and walked into my bathroom and slammed the door causing me to jump. I eased out the bed and tripped over my tennis shoe from the night before causing me to fall.

"What the hell?" I said hitting my knee on the nightstand and falling face first into the carpet.

He had to go messing up a good thing by tossing my phone away. Why people couldn't just leave your stuff alone? I crawled to where my phone was laying in the corner trying not to trip over the sheet. I grabbed it and sighed a breath of relief that it wasn't broken. I saw four text messages alerting me that I needed to call my best friend, Sean. He also left me two voicemails. I swiped my finger across the bar and listened to the first voice message.

"Liz pick-up the damn phone. I know you are at home. I need to talk to you." I deleted the message and moved on to the second one.

"Elizabeth Sinclair Johnson answer this phone before (hiccup)...before I...(hiccup)...ah man I just spilled my drink. Lizzy please answer. You the only (hiccup) woman that I think loves me...besides my mama that loves me only when I send her...a check. Girl, I'm begging you to pick up...the phone."

I couldn't help but laugh at that one... wait...was he crying in the background on that last part?

I rested my head against the wall. This boy was going to be the death of me one day. He was lucky he was my best friend since birth.

You see Sean Patrick Gipson and I were born on the same day December 16, 1985, two hours apart and our parents were next door neighbors in Mall City, a poverty stricken part of town in Baton Rouge. You can say we grew up like brother and sister. The only difference was that he was Caucasian with green eyes and blondish-brown hair and I was what people call Creole with brown eyes and sandy brown hair.