"Hey, Sundy. Are you calling to see if I'm bringing Tayla back today? If so, then yes, I am. We're on our way now."
I guess there was nothing really left to say. I told her okay and that I would see them when they got here. I decided to take a quick shower, I was a bit musty from working out. I wanted to do lunch with the girls when they arrived and sit by the pool for drnks after with Cynthia. When I exited the shower, I put on a pair of white daisy dukes and a pink halter top with white and pink low top chucks. I know I'm thirty-two years old but sometimes I enjoyed dressing the same as I did in my youth. I made sure I put on my bikini underneath my clothes. I let my long Senegalese twist hang down my back.
By the time I was done getting dressed, Marcia, our maid, came upstairs into my room letting me know Cynthia and Tayla had arrived. I've warned this lady on numerous occasions not to step foot inside my bedroom but she still continued to do it because Taylor allowed her to do so. I thanked her, asked her to make some turkey sandwiches and fix some pink lemonade for lunch. I was going to make it a girls day since Taylor would be gone until tomorrow morning.
When I reached Cynthia and Tayla, Tayla came running towards me and hopped into my arms.
"Mommy! Mommy! I missed you!" She beamed, giving me small kisses on my cheek.
"Aww, Mommy missed her big girl too. Did you have fun at Daisy's birthday party?" I asked, still holding her in my arms. She shook her head no and frowned.
"No! She cry too much. I wanted to leave."
Before I could respond, Cynthia was on it. "Tayla, girl, don't do me. You had fun! You ate cake and lots of ice cream and told me you were having fun. You never mentioned wanting to go home."
I chuckled, letting Tayla down. "You calling my baby a liar, Cynthia?"
Cynthia scoffed. "Hey, if the shoe fits. You know Tayla be telling stories."
I nodded my head. I couldn't argue with that. Tayla knew she could take a story and flip it anyway she pleased. She sure didn't get that from me.
"Anyway, girl, are you staying for a little while? I got Marcia making some sandwiches, I wanted to sit by the pool and have drinks after."
"Yeah, I guess I can stay for like an hour since Daisy and Mike are gone on a father daughter date."
Tayla ran upstairs to her room to change for the pool and I gave Cynthia one of my new bikinis I had bought last week. We were the exact same height and shape so it hugged her body just as it hugged mine. Cynthia, Tayla, and I walked towards the back of the house where the pool was. It was the end of June so it was hot and humid out. The sun beamed on my tanned skin as I removed my shorts and halter top. Marcia brought out the sandwiches, which I asked her to take back and bring the pink lemonade for Tayla; while Cynthia and I waited on our drinks. . I could've swore I heard her suck her teeth but I wasn't sure. I made a mental note to speak to Taylor about her rude ass when he returned home because she apparently didn't think I would walk her Americanized ass up outta here. . I took my seat in one of the many beach lounge chairs we had lined up on the side of the pool and so did Cynthia. We watched as Tayla played in the pool with her floaties.
"Girl, let me tell you about another one of those damn dinners Taylor took me to last night." I grabbed my drink and leaned back onto the lounge chair.
"Ugly ass Donnell and his fat ass wife were there. Girl, when I tell you I can't stand either one of them, I mean it! The sight of them both make me sick! He's such a hypocrite!"
Cynthia laughed knowing all too well what I was talking about. She knew Donnell personally, he was her cousin.
"Ha, Sundy, why you gotta be like that? The man has a preference, girl! You can't tell the man who to date. But as far as him calling black women lazy then turn around and marry a fat white girl, yeah, I feel you on that. We all got on his stupid ass about that dumb shit."
"Not only that though, Thia. Heather spoke to me with a dry ass hello. She know we don't rock like that! If you're going to speak, at least try to make sure you aren't so obviously phony like she was. I'm telling you, I was about to bring it to her ass!"
Cynthia at this point was laughing uncontrollably. I couldn't help but burst into laughter too. I guess the situation was funny because I was noticeably angry when it really wasn't that serious.
"Girl, leave Donnell and that girl alone." She chuckled, as she took a drink from her cup.
"Let his ass have his moment."
She said as I shrugged my shoulders at her, while she still chuckled over his stupidity. I so badly wanted to bring up Travis and his pissing me off by bringing that Tyra Banks looking model bitch to the dinner last night. But due to me not ever mentioning my extracurricular activities Cynthia knew nothing of the secret rendezvous between us, so I couldn't. Though I did speak on Chantel being there also. She was just as loud and ghetto as usual and I knew Cynthia wouldn't take a liking to the conversation, which she confirmed by the sour look on her face as soon as I spoke Chantel's name.
"Hmph. I'm not the least bit surprised that she was there being ghetto. That woman sure does know how to make us Black women look bad." "Cynthia put her drink down chair.
"What wife did she pop off on this time for fucking her lying cheating ass husband?" Cynthia looked over at me with her inquisition.
That caused me to chuckle. Although Cynthia never attended those events because Mike was not a part of the Elite Surgeons, she knew everything that went on because of me. That was actually how she'd even come to know Chantel. Cynthia hadn't ever spent more than five minutes a round Chantel, yet she disliked her with a passion. Cynthia was never one to dislike anyone based off of hearsay but being my friend for many years she knew that if I said that a person was a shit starting trouble maker, it had to be true.
"Debbie, John's wife." I finally said. Cynthia's eyes bucked out of her head, then she shook her head from side to side.
"You have got to be kidding me, Sundy. Debbie? The Bible reading, church going saint, who will thump that damn book in someone's face every chance she gets ? She's sleeping with Damian? "
"Well, from the mess Chantel was spitting last night, after she'd had a few drinks, that's what it sounds like to me. Apparently she's been giving Damian the googly eyes and Chantel has been noticing that shit. Girlllll! You should've been there to see the look on John's face, when Chantel accused Debbie of fucking Damian. Damian had to escort her ass out immediately. A complete mess child. Taylor told me once we got home that if I ever conducted myself like that at one of his business functions he would divorce my ass with the quickness." I laughed my ass off last night when he said it, but I knew Tay was dead serious.
We wrapped up our conversation about an hour later and Cynthia left. I then had to get my water baby out the pool, then made Tayla take a bath and lay down for a nap. While Tayla slept, I decided that I needed to call Travis, to see what was up with last night. Plus, I wanted to do some shopping and go see Taylor's mother out in Green Hills. She had been asking when I was going to come see her, so since I had nothing else to do for now, I guess I was headed her way.
Before I placed the call to Travis, I made sure Marcia was out of ear range. I didn't need her ass all up in my business. She was Hispanic and spoke Spanish but she knew English pretty damn well and I didn't need her hearing anything I was about to say. I walked up to my bedroom and closed the door, locking it behind me. I flopped down on the bed and dialed his number; he answered on the second ring.
"Yo," he said into the phone like everything was cool.
"Hey. What's going on with you?" I asked, deciding not to dig right into his ass about little Miss Tyra wannabe.
"I'm at the office. Why? What's up?"
I sucked my teeth. "Travis, who was the girl with you last night?" I snapped. I tried to keep my anger in but he was speaking so coolly, I decided against it. He needed to know I was upset.
He chuckled cockily, making me even angrier. "That was my date. What it look like?"
"You knew I would be there. Is that why you brought her? You wanted to make me jealous? Are you trying to start some shit?" I interrogated him, fuming inside. The one thing I disliked about Travis was that he was cocky and could be a jerk sometimes. I knew he cared about me, but sometimes he acted as if he didn't care at all.