"Oh, and one more thing, baby," Taylor pulled out a bunch of cruise ship tickets out of his pocket and laid them on his thigh. "I booked us and a couple friends on a five night cruise down in Miami, Florida this weekend. I want you to invite Cynthia and Mike, and I'm inviting Travis, Donnell and Heather. What'll you say?"
This time I couldn't help but cheese hard and wide. I was more than excited, even though he said Donnell and Heather would be there. I wasn't going to let their asses ruin my cruise. Plus, if Travis was going to be there, that would mean that we could get it on, while on the ship and the excitement of us sneaking around would be orgasmic.
"Oh my God! Yes, baby! That's great! Oh my God! I'm going to pack now!" I ran up to my room, thus leaving Taylor in the sun room laughing his ass off at my excitement. And here I was thinking he was about to tell me he'd been fuckin' a woman behind my back or something. I felt foolish for even thinking such a thing. I was the only woman Taylor longed for and I knew no other woman could even compare to me, or take my place.
I ran into my room and hopped on the bed grabbing the house phone in the process from off the nightstand. I was so eager to dial Cynthia's number, that I dialed the wrong number at least twice. It took me calming down a little to dial the number correctly. She answered on the first ring. I assumed the phone was right in her hand.
"Hello," she mouthed into the phone.
"Girl, you'd never believe where you, Mike, me, and Taylor going this weekend!" I squealed. I didn't even wait for her to ask where. I just blurted it out. "Miami! Taylor booked all of us a five night cruise on this big ass yacht in Florida! What's up? Can y'all come?" I asked eagerly.
"Hell yeah we're coming! What kind of question is that? Girl, I need a vacation and so does Mike!"
I cheesed harder and clapped my hands. "Yes! That's what's up. Daisy could come over here and stay with Tayla. Marcia would take good care of them. Oh, and we need to go shopping Girl! We're flying down Friday in our private jet so we'll go shopping Thursday for real cute bikinis!" I knew Cynthia could hear the excitement in my voice because I heard hers too.
All the laughter stopped when she asked if we were the only ones going.
I scoffed. "No. You know Taylor had to invite every damn body. He invited Travis and that damn Donnell and Heather. I'm telling you Cynthia, I'm not on the bullshit this weekend! I'll light Donnell ass up!"
I heard laughter on the other end of the phone. Cynthia always laughed when I brought up Donnell and Heather. "Girl, you'll be fine. I'm sure Donnell won't start any shit while on vacation. But, you said Travis going? Who's he bringing?"
The question caught me off guard. I didn't even think of the woman I knew Travis was going to bring. I knew better than to think he'd come alone on a cruise ship. My mood quickly changed from happy to irritation. I rolled my eyes and sucked my teeth before responding to Cynthia.
"Girl, you know Travis. I'm sure he's bringing one of his little whores like he always does whenever he's invited to something. His ass never just with one girl. It seem like he always got a different bitch on his hands every time he come around." My tone was harsh but I didn't care. I was getting angry just thinking about it.
Cynthia cleared her throat.
"Aaaahhh, okay, Sundy. Calm down. I could feel the heat through the phone. Why does it seem like Travis bringing a girl bothers you?" She asked in a skeptical tone.
I had to be sure not to give away our affair by becoming too angry. I could see now I probably already got Cynthia thinking.
I sucked my teeth. "Nah, it's not like that. It's just, you know his ass used to date Chantel's baby sister. He cheated on her because he always got to be with other women. You know Déjà and I are tight and I just get angry thinking about his dog ass and how he played her," I lied. Hell, it was the best explanation I could think of. Cynthia obviously bought the lie because she let the conversation go.
We agreed to shop on Thursday, which was two days away. After we hung up, I went back downstairs to see Taylor in the pool with Tayla throwing a ball back and forth. I loved seeing those two together. Tayla absolutely adored her father, probably even more than me. I knew for a fact that Taylor adored her back and she was his life, his heart, and his soul. I knew Taylor would just die if something was to ever happen to Tayla, and so would I.
Since I was in a good mood today, I decided to put off telling Taylor about Marcia and her disrespectful ass ways. I didn't feel like starting any mess in here, at least not today. I ran back upstairs and into the small workout room that was on me and Taylor's floor. The bigger workout room was at the lower level of the house next to the basketball court. I needed some privacy. Even though my house was huge, you still didn't know who was lurking trying to be nosy. I took out my cellphone and dialed Travis' number. I wanted to warn his ass I'd be watching him on the ship and I wanted to tell him I didn't think him bringing another female on board would be such a good idea because I knew he was going to . He answered on the third ring.
"Let me guess, you're calling to chew my ass out about the cruise, right?" He snapped as soon as he answered. I had to chuckle because he already knew what was up and my reason for the call.
"You goddamn right that's why I'm calling. Don't start no shit, Travis. I mean it. Don't bring anybody," I said coldly.
The sound of his laughter caused me to momentarily remove the phone away from my ear. I didn't know what was so funny but he was laughing like I'd just cracked a joke.
"Mannnnnn, Sundy, don't call me with the bullshit, girl. I'm a single man. I'll bring who I please. Taylor invited me and told me to bring a nice lady with me, so that's what I plan on doing. You just worry about you and Taylor. I can handle myself," he said dismissively.
I didn't like his tone not one bit. I was fired up on the inside. I didn't know why seeing him with other women bothered me so much. Did I care about him? Did I love him? I knew it was something, maybe love probably jealousy and my need to control everything around me but the anger I was feeling inside, indicated that it was more than just lust for me.
I took a deep breath, and gathered my thoughts before I spoke. "I know, Travis. You are a single, grown man and can do what you want. But, what about how I feel? Doesn't that matter? Doesn't that mean anything to you?" I asked. I didn't mean to be get emotional, but, I couldn't hold back how I was feeling anymore.
Travis blew out a breath. "Of course your feelings mean something to me, but at the end of the day, you're my boy's wife! Are you forgetting that? You're acting like you're some single woman and I'm fucking you, yet dissing you at the same time. It's not like that, this shit supposed to be a secret! I can't show up without a woman, so I have to look at you and Taylor for five days. How do you think that makes me feel? Huh? Exactly! So quit coming at me with this side shit, girl. Know your place, and know your role!" he barked.
Before I could comment, the glass door to the workout room swung open and in walked Marcia.
"Mrs., Jones? Taylor wanted me to find you to tell you to come downstairs and join him and Tayla in the pool," she said in her thick Mexican accent.
I told her I would be down in a second and she left the room. I focused my attention back on the phone, . but when I looked at the screen, I saw that Travis had hung up.
FIVE
The four of us boarded our private jet ready to head to Miami, which was going to only take about four hours. Cynthia and I were looking so cute in the bikinis we bought yesterday. She wore a baby blue solid colored bikini with a real diamond chain belt around her flat stomach. Her boobs were sitting up nicely too and her brown skin was glowing. Yesterday we also stopped at the salon so Cynthia could get her monthly haircut. I loved The Mia Farrow haircut she rocked on the regular. She had it dyed pitch black. My best friend was the shit and nobody could tell us nothing.
I decided to wear a hot pink one-piece swimsuit that crisscrossed in the back. I didn't want to show too much skin on the first day in Miami, but on the second day, I had something for their ass that'll make all their jaws drop. Cynthia told me I was such an attention whore and she was right. I didn't do much to my Senegalese twist except put a school girl high ponytail in it. I was freshly waxed and had gone to get my nails touched up.
I saw Heather scrunching her wide nose up at me and Cynthia in our swim wear but I knew it was only because her fat ass couldn't wear what we wore. I didn't even know if she had on a swim suit because she was covered in a big floral-printed see through shawl, with lime green capri's and blue sandals. She looked like a big ass Starburst to me.