Ryann POV
"You should've seen his face, it was hysterical!"
Bursting into a fit of laughter, I scarcely noticed the tension in Tyheim's shoulders as I replayed the events of yesterday.
"And you should've seen the way-"
"Baby you love me right?"
Suprised by Tyheim's question, worry creased my eyebrows as I noticed his angry demeanor.
"Of course baby."
Watching him intently as his large hands fumbled each other, I quickly snapped on the bright diamond necklace he had given me earlier. Silence surrounded us as the slow tapping of Tyheim's boots gradually increased to a steady beat. My bare feet made a soft patter across the marble floor as I crossed the large kitchen, laying my head onto his broad shoulder I deeply inhaled his smell. Smiling slightly it instantly relaxed me, reminding me of why I loved Tyheim so much.
"I need you to do something for me."
He stated plainly to what seemed like no one as he stared blankly at the dark flat screen right above the countertops. I would do anything for Tyheim, when he starved I starved, that's just how it was. Quickly nodding my head, I caressed his fingers slowly sliding the blunt out of his hand which was filled with the magic green medicine.
"Tell me what you want baby."
I seductively ran my freshly manicured fingers down his stomach which held six pack ab's. Sucking onto my bottom lip I relished the taste of the weed which lingered on my lips. Watching me the entire time his eyes ran down my body as the sleeve of my robe exposed my bare shoulder. Shaking his head as if to not get distracted, he slowly ran his hand across the brown table slowly picking up the remote. Carefully lifting an perfectly arched eyebrow I wondered what television had to do with anything.
"I need him dead."
Watching as his jaw clentched, his large fingers punched in the number 19 which I instantly reconized as the church channel which my husband preached on.
"What does church have to-"
"Just watch!" He mumbled in a firm tone which caused me to instantly snap my neck towards the television. My face contorted as my husband ranted about god, and rules that he didn't even follow.
"Kill him Ryann, he's the enemy." Sliding off of the high stool he was perched on he slowly pecked me on the lips. Scurrying off to answer the knocking door, he left me in a puddle of my own thoughts. He wanted me to murder my husband, as realization flooded me my chest tightened as I remembered the blows Marcus and I had shared earlier that week.
Pressing the red off button quickly, I made my way up the long stairs. It seemed as if each step I took my legs threatened to buckle underneath me. I didn't know the anything was this, here I am with my daughter's boyfriend, who wants me to kill her father. I did hate Marcus, but I loved Mystery he was the one providing for her while I couldn't. I slid my sweaty palms against the smooth embroidery of the satin curtains which hid all the evil and lies that was done in this house.
Pushing them aside I peeked out, my eyes ran across the other houses on the block. It was obvious we were in the ghetto and who ran shit around here. The bright sun, which was slowly going down, enticed me to feel the warmth on my skin. The loud voices of the bold woman suddenly made me feel lonely. Smiling slightly as those same woman who scolded the kids, who splashed in the water of the open fire hydrant. The purple juice dripped down those chins as they sucked on the cold popsicle, eager to cool off. A pang of hurt hit my heart as I remembered home. Louisiana to be exact. I was just like Mystery, a goody two shoes church girl, a wholesome woman they called me. When chicken needed to be fried and pies baked for the church picnic I was there ready to fry and bake. A slight sigh escaped my lips, running my hands across my toned stomach I was eager to feel Marcus's loving touch again, after all I did run away to marry him.
"Put this on."
Pulling away from the window, I gasped as Tyheim's breath sent chills down my spine. Looking into his eyes I almost got lost into a pool of white, he looked so innocent.
"Here." His lips curled into a wide grin, holding my arms protectively across my body I looked down at the skimpy material he called a dress. Grasping the sides of it a fake smile, something I was used to, pulled at my lips. Although the material felt wonderful, the glittery gold sequence screamed tramp.
"Baby this is...it's something! " I exclaimed in what he thought was excitement, but to me it was horror. Skipping off down the hallway I went to put it on, like I said I would do anything to please my man.
Mystery POV
Carefully examining my eyebrows I was satisfied with what five dollars could do.
"Thanks Ming for squeezing me in!"
I slid the money across the pink counter, obvious of the stares of hatred I was getting from the other woman as I grabbed my Coach bag. A facial and hour massage had my skin glowing as I pounced out of the spa. My sneakers skid across the asphalt as I stopped abruptly in front of my car admiring the roses and note which laid on my hood. Slowly picking them up, I squealed instantly noticing Jerome's handwriting.
'Be ready by 9 my princess, a party is awaiting you
Jerome ♡' Smelling the flowers, I grinned as the soft petals tickled my cheeks.
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"Girl I don't know, do you have any plans for tonight? "
I questioned Latrice, noticing her slumped shoulders I knew the answer. No friends meant no plans. Smoothing out the ruffles in my nude Dolce & Gabbana dress, I shuffled through the tons of clothes in my closet.
"Are you up to party tonight in style?"
Lifting my eyebrows, a knowing smile embraced my lips as I watched a smile tug at hers. Pulling out my Vera Wang cocktail dress that was three sizes too big, she softly pulled at it and gently took it out of my hands. As her eyes ran down the soft mesh she caught sight of the price tag.
"Don't you think this is a little too expensive? "
Scoffing I rolled my eyes and checked my nails again. To me nothing was ever too expensive, if daddy's credit card could buy it then it was brought.
"You'll see when we get there. "
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Even though I had only known Jerome for one month now, I could say the love we had was stronger than ever. Stepping down from the limo, I quickly ushered Latrice off to Jerome's cousin. My eyes ran down Jerome's Armani exchange suit, I blushed slightly as I landed on his crotch. My body temperature rose quickly as his juicy lips planted themselves on the most tender part of my neck causing me to inhale sharply. Resting my hand softly against his cheek I inhaled a smell I had come so familiar to. The warmth of his body invaded my space as he stepped closer, he stared down at me under thick eyelashes, the lust shown brightly from his eyes.
Lifting the hem of my dress, my heels clanked across the asphalt as I peered at the expensive cars laid across the parking lot. Tenderly lifting my hand to his lips the corner of my lips lifted into a smile as his neatly shaven goatee brushed against my fingers. Leading me up the walk way, bright lights flashed, blinding me suddenly as we stepped inside, our feet sunk into the plush red carpet. Eyeing the all white ballroom I was suprised as a crowd of paparazzi continued to snap photos of Jerome and I. Lifting my eyebrows I glanced at Jerome who seemed to love showing me off. Soft music played above all the noise, crystal chandeliers hung beautifully from the ceiling, and silk perfectly laid out on every table complimenting the gold plated china ware.
" Who's this beautiful lady on your arm?"
Taking a sip of the Musigny wine I had barely touched, my eyes shifted from the crowd towards the deep voice. Gripping the head of my glass tightly I grimiced instantly recognizing the man.
"Baby this is Ty-"
"Tyheim, I know who he is."
I hissed loudly, as I swept my full bangs to the side of my face. Clearing my throat I avoided Jerome's confused look.
"Yea, Mystery and I go way back."
Shooting him a nasty look I downed my drink quickly leaving a red mark of my lipstick on the tip. Grabbing the nearest waitress I handed her my glass ordering another drink.
"Jerome this is the young man I dated for a while."
Lifting his dark eyebrows, Jerome scoffed a smirk engulfing his face.
" Guess I'll be seeing you around? "
Tyheim said in a questionable voice, rubbing his large cocoa hands across his vintage suit, adjusting his glasses as if to get a better look at me. Suddenly noticing the firm hold Jerome had on my voluptuous waist, I leaned my head into his broad chest and slightly rubbed his long fingers. I didn't know how Tyheim knew Jerome and I wasn't planning on asking, but I couldn't help but wonder why would a buisness man such as Jerome associate himself with Tyheim?
Noting the way his large hands clasped my waist, I instantly got turned on. Staring up at him we locked eyes, the lust was obvious between us. I wanted him, and he wanted me. Lifting the rim of the clear glass to my lips, I refused to break eye contact, observing his physique it was obvious that this was more than love.
Breaking eye contact, out of the corner of my eye a slim, tall woman caught my attention. I scoffed at her tight dress as she giggled loudly, attracting the attention of numerous men in the room. Turning up my lip, I couldn't help but mark her as familiar, the way she stood...
Clinging onto Tyheim's arm, I wondered what hood bitch had found their come up. It was no lie that Tyheim was very hood rich. From behind it was obvious that she was uncomfortable, every moment she would slightly pull her dress down, but that didn't help much. The glitter on her dress made it look tacky, her cleavage showing brightly from where she stood. I watched in amusement as she wobbled on the 6 inch red bottoms she proudly displayed.
"Isn't that your mom?"
Snapping my neck towards Tyheim's direction I prepared to shot venomous comments at Jerome. My mother was no tramp, but as I looked closer my heart dropped to my stomach, pounding against my chest I gasped for air. No, no she wouldn't do this to me! Mother's don't walk around like prostitutes with their daughters ex boyfriend. The classical music seemed to get louder, so did the voices of the people surrounding us. I looked around him trying to get a better look at her face.
"Look baby I'm going to the bathroom."
Nodding my head scarcely I barely paid attention to Jerome.
Lifting up my dress I walked quickly towards her, as I extended my arm I knew it was my mother. As she wore the locket with my picture in it around her neck. Tapping her shoulder, she quickly turned towards me gasping as she fought for words. Tears formed, but I wouldn't let them fall, she tightly gripped the head of the wine glass her light skin turned crimson red giving off her embarrassment. Snickering I shook my head as I blinked away tears.
"You look like a slut." I pointed out to her as her face contorted and her shoulders slumped, she knew she deserved it.
Gripping my white clutch I searched for Jerome, I was ready to go. Finding him no where, I dabbed at the corner of my eyes willing tears not to fall. Looking back over at her, I noticed her newly depressed demeanor, Tyheim noticed me staring and smiling widely. He did this on purpose, he knew that this was the way to hurt me and my mother being the stupid whore that she is, fell right in his trap. It made me question if my father was really my father.
Too deep into my thoughts I barely noticed the large crowd parting, looking up I cringed at the bright lights which gave me full spot light. Looking around curiously, everybody's eyes were now on me. Out of the crowd came Jerome, he stood uncomfortably, his once chill demeanor now shook. Stepping up to me I eyed the paparazzi as they snapped pictures. Leaning closer to him I bit my thumb nail.
"Baby what's going on?"
Looking into his eyes I got no response, getting onto one knee, he reached into his pocket. My mouth dropped and my hands shook uncontrollably, lifting up Tiffany's jewelry box I gasped at the diamond encrusted ring.
"Mystery will you marry me?"
My eyes widened as I clentched my chest, smiling tears formed as I knew that I was making the right decision.
"Yes Jerome!"
Throwing my hands around him I kissed him deeply, looking around at all the smiling faces, I couldn't help but notice one jealous face that belonged to Tyheim.