"Yeah, just got a lot on my mind. You?"
"Same." I didn't crawl into my bed, instead I threw my laptop and duffle bags on my bed and snuggled up against Roman, he pulled me on to his chest and we sat in silence with me listening to his heart beat, slow and steady, rhythmic.
"I broke up with Flow and got a promotion yesterday."
"I figured things went well, that's why I didn't hear from you. Congratulations Mama. I landed a lead role on a TV series."
"Wow, congratulations Papa."
"Thanks." He chuckled. "For me this is a big deal, it will mean ending my contract with Braxton and Kandy Kane. I've been working for him forever, I have a sure place to live, good friends and a heavy pay check. What if I leave Braxton and this TV thing doesn't work out? Then what?"
"Then you chill for a couple of months while you try to find something else to do. You're a sexy, talented socialite, shouldn't be too hard for you to find work."
"Why thank you Miss Thang."
"That's what all of the meetings in L.A. were about?"
"Yeah. The show will be shot right here though, which means that even if have to move out, I'll still see you on a daily basis."
I chuckled, "I'd like that." I closed my eyes and silence descended between us again, for a long while we laid there listening to each other's breathing, his heartbeat lulling me nearly to sleep. "How's JQ?"
"He's miserable, Mama J is dying slowly, he says she talks about him constantly but doesn't recognize him. She calls him David a lot."
"Who's David?"
"Her dead husband." My mouth opened and closed, Roman continued, "You should hear him now, he's gone full island boy on me. His accent is so sexy."
My eyes popped open, that was the first time I heard Roman express any interest in JQ. "I thought you saw him as a little brother."
"I do, don't you have cousins tell you you're sexy? JQ is fine, I'm not going to take that from him, if things were different, if we weren't as close as brothers and he was gay, yeah, I'd tap that." I laughed, Roman's deep chuckle vibrated through his chest. "We've got a lot to celebrate, we should go out. Shower, eat and I'll wake you at ten."
*****
The club was crowded, the music was bumping and me and Roman were staying out of the VIP. We were hanging on the main floor, leaning against a wall watching the many gyrating bodies. I felt comfortable enough with Roman to drink and I had a couple cups of vodka and cran, enough to get me bouncing to the beat. Dom was shaking her ass in some guy's crutch, everyone else was at work so we decided to bring her with us. Dom didn't know that I knew she had it out for me, I had thought that Roman was being paranoid, but I was keeping a close eye on her too. She had suggested living with my sexy rich boyfriend a couple of times, a couple times we were out at the club she tried to get me to hook up with some guys, to cheat on my boyfriend. She also made a lot of snide remarks, remarks that I just laughed at although they struck a nerve.
I looked at her every time a guy offered to buy me a drink, every time a guy asked me to dance. I saw the look, her scrunched face, the frown. She was definitely jealous, I knew I looked a hell of a lot better than I did when I moved in, but Dom was still the queen bee, she was still immensely beautiful, lovely, gorgeous. I still thought she could do better than porn, but just as always, what she did with her body wasn't my business and I did not want to piss her off any more than I already had.
I moved onto the dance floor after my fourth drink. I was feeling hella amazing, I had survived my first month, I had survived the house of sins, I had experienced my first relationship and I was looking forward to the future. I closed my eyes and let the music guide my body as Kitty, my dance instructor, had advised. I felt a pair of strong arms around me, could smell Roman's cologne.
"Cheers." I told him and raised my plastic cup.
"Cheers." He tapped his cup against mine, our cups exploded and our alcohol spilled all over the dance floor but we didn't care, we were in a zone and loving our lives.
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