At My Best

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I stand in my mirror and look at my reflection. I’m no longer a child nor teenager, or lady. I am a woman, a full grown woman and it seemed like yesterday my mom was brushing my hair in pig tails. I remember my first love my first heartbreak.  I wish the first heartbreak was my last. A swirl of exes cross my mind. I wonder how a few of them are doing? I always wondered was that their intentions to hurt me? I untie my robe to get dressed. I remembered when my closet was full of dark colors and boy like clothes to hide my body. I didn’t accept it until after high school. Now, my closet is full of curvaceous clothing to hug every inch of me. I’m still a tall 5’9 without my heels. Who would have thought animal print corsets and high heels. Shy chubby girl doesn’t exists anymore. Just a curvalicious vixen with a healthy sexuality and sex life. Nothing is ever too taboo. Never stopped allowing myself to be happy as I look at the flowers on my vanity from my new found love. Biological clock is ticking because I have yet to hear the patterning of little tiny feet. Education I have it still working on it. Diamond ring not one on my finger yet. Once upon of time I thought I was going to be the future Mrs.Jones. Dressing myself with my t-shirt and jeans, its nice to be the girl next door sometimes.  Can’t believe I gave the guy next door a chance. Did I mention we were only a couple for a day. Yet we were inseparable when we kids. Dang it why do I wear these heels? I guess its for the added sex appeal.  Then I wonder what are they looking at? I can’t help it I have created a brand new me. My exes are green with envy.  I cried my tears after all you broke my heart. I gave you the tears you wanted from me. Want more well I won’t give you because I’m drunk on new love. I stride in my red pumps head held high. Nope no one can knock me off my high horse. I told you I was gonna write a book and guess what I wrote it. Finally time to let all my talents shine. Its a million things to do in a day. Yet I do a thousand things that I couldn’t get done yesterday.  I strive so hard because I’m my biggest fan. Even if no one ever truly cares for the novels I writes who cares. Because everyday this is me. Me at my best.

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Fall In Love Beautiful Butterfly

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I want to be like a butterfly. Leave the land under my feet touching the clouds with my fingertips. A new journey to unexplored worlds. Uncreated memories are almost at reach. Does my destiny awaits me? Love sweeter than a honeycomb from a honey bee. Me free to be me. The winds captures all my emotions like leaves blowing my emotions around as if it has fallen off trees. Is it possible love as freed me? Being afraid of heights as weakened me. Afraid no more shall I be.

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Still full of surprises, I said to myself.

I walked Kay Kay to the door.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Likewise.”

I closed the door and sat on the bed going through the package. Inside was a birth certificate, social security card, and passport. Nomi Malone, I laughed out loud. How in the hell did he remember that. Nomi Malone was the name of the main character in the movie Show Girls, the movie that inspired me to dance. I told Harris how I used to sneak and watch it late at night because I was too young to be watching such things on cable. My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of my phone. It was Peaches.

“Sorry I’m late, my damn neighbor wanted me to take her to the store. I got the key; so what’s up?”

“I need you to go in the flour canister and get out the two grand. That should be enough to move me.”

“What? Move why?”

“For the last few nights, someone in a black Camaro has been watching me. When you go in, pretend like I’m there, but I’m sick. I have made reservations with a storage unit in South County. Get the moving company to move all my belongings there. I need you to get the girls together to pack up my clothes and personal items. Everything else is storage. Make sure there is no one watching you or following you when you leave. I need all this done tomorrow before night fall.”

“All this damn work! What about your gun?”

“It’s in the trunk of the car at Enterprise. I had to get a rental, no one can be aware of the changes that I’m making. I don’t know if the Camaro belongs to Justin and his goons or my cousins spying. I’m not taking any chances. My flight will arrive back in St. Louis at 6 p.m. Meet me at the Eclipse Restaurant at the Moon Rise Hotel; that’s where I will be staying. Tell Mikki to come too.”

“All right, be safe, and I got you.”

After hanging up there was a text from Cameron. 

 

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The Diary of Brooke Belmont: Circle of Games “The Lovely B”

It’s been a while since I had my mind occupied by another. I feel different emotions; good and bad. I feel I’m infatuated. I’m amazed, amused, and aroused. Oh, yes aroused about everything about him. His eyes, smile, laugh, and his age. Yes, his age the maturity just right definitely between  the sheets. At night I swear my heart skips a few beats. A mature young lady and a mature older  man is the recipe for a steamy night. Thinking about it just send chills down my spine. Can’t help but think its been this way since the day we met. The naughty things I love to do for him and to him. It’s a shame some days I just want his sweet kisses. If this a game, well it’s that damn good. The conversation and chemistry seem sincere. Oh, my I could fall in love with him or have I. As I watch him sleep, I say to myself; he’s my little secret. I do want him to feel what I feel in due time. I want to enjoy these moments. I guess I’m going to have to see where this love affair goes. I’m letting go now, no regrets.

Love, B.

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The Arrival

After eight hours of driving,finally I  reached Miami. I drove around town looking for a temporary spot to lay my head. I passed by a for rent sign. A small little beachfront flat.  I saw a dirty blonde hottie landscaping out front. I walked up the cobblestone walk way.

“Hello my name is Nomi are you the owner of this property? ” I asked, extending my hand for a handshake.

“Yes.” He said, shaking my hand in return.

” I saw the for rent sign, how much?” I said

” I’m asking for one thousand a month for a year lease and twelve hundred for a month to month.” He replied

” I’m very interested when is it available for show?” I asked. He stared at me for a moment with his icy blue eyes.

” Now, if you wanna check it out?” he said, placing the last pair of colorful flowers into the ground.

He stood up and led me through the oversized white door. Once inside there were hardwood floors throughout.  The walls in the kitchen, dining, and living room area were painted a bright yellow. It was very spacious.  I loved the country styled kitchen with wood and glass cabinets.  We walked into the bedroom.  The walls were a pale baby blue with white trim. There was a sliding patio door that led outside to a privately fenced backyard. There was a beautiful garden with an outdoor shower. The wooden gate open and there it was the ocean and the sand beneath my feet. I loved the smell of ocean. I was sold.

” I’m in love and I would love to rent it.” I said smiling.

” What do I have to do? I asked.”
He folded his arms and leaned against the fence.

“I’m asking for first and last months rent and a two thousand deposit. Deposit is returned if there is no damage to the property.  I just need to verify references and income.” He said, taking a sip of his bottled water. His lips were so pink against his tan face. He was sexy, as he unknowingly flaunted his six pack through is wife beater tank top.

I had neither, but we would find out if money talks. I open my Louie leather shoulder bag and counted out six months of rent and deposit. I handed him a total of nine thousand and two hundred dollars. He gave me a puzzled look as we walked back inside.

” I’m new here, I have no family, and no friends. I do plan on getting a job. I know no one seriously and I hope you can make an exception.” I said.
He seemed hesitant. He counted the money and let out a high pitch whistle.

” I guess I can let you slide I never had anyone to give me their rent for six months.” He said rubbing his chin.

” First time for everything.” I replied smiling.

” So no boyfriend I take it?” He asked staring between my breast. I pretend I didn’t notice.

“No I’m not dating anyone.”

“Good, so how about a date around town tomorrow night?” He asked blushing.

” You like black girls?” I just had to ask.

” I don’t see race, but I know beauty and I must say you are naturally beautiful. So I can pick you up at seven?”

” Yea I should be ready.” I said

“Oh the dress code is swimwear.” He said placing the keys on the kitchen counter and walking out the door. As I was standing there I heard a loud roar. I looked out the window. He was headed down the street on a black and chrome Harley.

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The Departure

“Those were some grade a painkillers.” I thought to myself. Flexing my neck from side to side. Whoa, why am I so damn stiff?  Must be the cheap mattress. I placed both feet on the stained brown carpet and made my way to the bathroom.  I sat on the toilet, looking at my legs. “Ugh I need to shave.” Running my hands down my calfs. Flexing my toes; “A pedicure too.” Except there was no time for stops. I was carrying a suitcase full of Benjamins like Tony Montana.  I was holding a loaded desert eagle as well. That equaled jail time. I pulled my hair into a pony tail and turned on the shower. I finished my business and stepped under the steamy shower head. The water felt so good massaging my stiff muscles. “My leg was still wounded that means no heels.”I thought to myself. Annoyed I got dressed I decided to pack a new pair of black skull print leggings I grabbed from Torrid. 
I paired them with a white ribbed tank and long black cross necklace. I slipped my feet into my black ballerina flats. I unwrapped my hair combing it forward over my shoulders. I applied a little mascara and lipgloss. The finally touch matching cross earrings.  I was sexy with a limp as I walked out the motel room to the office. I placed the keys in the drop box and got into my I Sport. I drove onto highway I-95 heading south I couldn’t wait to reach my destination.

Vacation Writing? A Do or Don’t?

I need a vacation want a vacation! However, I have two jobs, being a self published author I plan on keeping my full-time job until I reach the big leagues. I just need time to relax, writing is exciting for me. Except working in the healthcare field takes a toll on me throughout the day. Some days I write and sometime it can be days before I return to my writing zone. When I write I like to be in a quiet space, minimal noise, and no distractions. I like incense, jazz, or classical music to get the keys moving. Lately I haven’t had any of this. I’m thinking the Caribbean, after Christmas. I was thinking of cruising, but after all the negative events as of recently, I think not.  This would give me plenty of quiet time. Writing by the beach. No laptop, too much luggage just a good old notebook and pen. I think I made up my mind. I can’t say if it’s a do or don’t, I have yet to try. All I can say is that I will soon be a writer on vacation, a beach bag with my pen and paper. Oh let’s not forget my cutest swimwear, floppy straw hat, and Chanel shades. (Thanks Micheal! 😉 ) Can’t wait to feel the sand underneath my feet. How about you? Image