She Used to Be the Sweetest Girl(15)

“So you really over me for good baby? You got another nigga that can eat your pussy the way I do and make your toes curl? Another nigga stroking you long and deep till you feel it in ya chest? Is that what you telling me? No nigga will ever make love to your body like I do, and I know you not giving your heart to these niggas either. That shit is mine and always will be,” he spoke in his deep voice, making Brix squeeze her legs together.



Drew knew that would shut Brix up. He knew she wasn’t out here fucking, so reminding her of what she was missing was sure to play in his favor, so he thought. Brix was handling the conversation well, until he spoke of the bomb sex they used to have. He was her first and her last, and seeing as though she hadn’t seen him in two years, she was beyond sexually frustrated. In her mind, she was over him, but every time he called or texted her, the hurt and pain resurfaced. Pulling the phone away from her ear, she took a deep breath before responding.



“You’ll always hold a place somewhere in my heart. It’s deep down at the very bottom where those who don’t deserve my love belong. Someday I’m going to fall in love with someone and it’s going to be so organic and refreshing that the little spot you have will be replaced by his. So sure, I may not be completely over you right now, but I will be. And when that time does come, please leave me the hell alone,” she said, disconnecting the call.



Brix had finally grown tired of him blowing her phone up, so she answered. If she had known he’d try and play the victim, she would have sent him to voicemail, like all the other calls. She knew there had to be a reason for him to call back to back like that. It was because he was back in town and was trying to rekindle a flame that had burned out long ago. Drew didn’t even know how to approach Brix about his disappearing act, so he played the victim.



Although he showed it in a weird way, he had mad love for Brix. He always had. She was his sweet, innocent girl in high school, who loved her boyfriend, stayed to herself and he loved that about her. She wasn’t messy or labeled as a hoe, so Drew immediately cuffed her. He had been back in St. Louis for a few weeks now and was nervous as hell to actually see Brix in person. That’s why he would blow her phone up, and today was no different.



Drew was feeling horrible for the way he ended their relationship, but he didn’t have a choice. The secret he was keeping from her was eating him alive, and the only thing that helped him sleep at night was knowing he didn’t have to physically see Brix hurting. The death of her father was so sudden and unexpected that she just shut down. She stopped going to her classes and decided to just take a leave of absence before it ruined her GPA. She stayed tucked away in her room, not wanting to be bothered.



That was two years ago and she hadn’t been back since. She went from working full time at the bank, to part time, so she could help take care of her mama and focus on her passion for baking. Although she wanted to disconnect from the world completely, she knew she couldn’t. Life was still going to go on, with or without her. Plus, her daddy would never want her to stop pursuing her dreams.



Standing up from the table, Brix threw her trash away and headed back out to work, but not before popping a piece of gum in her mouth. The Subway sandwich she had just eaten had her breath on one hundred. Giggling at how embarrassed she would be if she had forgotten the pack of Double Mint this morning, she got back to work. Five o’clock couldn’t come fast enough.



She had a new client she was meeting up with today to discuss budgeting plans for her family, and Brix wanted to be as prepared as possible. Although her father had left tons of money behind when he died, Brix knew better than to spend it all, especially with her mama’s hospital bills. She saved like she was doing when she lived on her own. They weren’t really hurting for anything, but switching everything over and becoming the sole provider for the family had taken some getting used to. Her mother didn’t start receiving disability checks until a year after the accident, and it had taught Brix the value of saving.



Looking down at her Michael Kors watch, she rushed to the supply closet to gather some materials. Her manager didn’t mind if she used some of the supplies they had, as long as she planned to keep giving her all on the job. It was ten minutes until five and she had already counted her drawer down and was headed to grab her things.



“You’re in a rush today, Ms. McQueen,” her boss said grinning.



“Oh yes. I have a meeting with a potential client and cannot be late," Brix replied, throwing her coat on. Her manager smiled at the ambitious young woman on her team. Not many could bounce back so easily after what she had been through, but Brix had. That’s what she admired the most. She hadn’t let her setbacks determine her future and was glad God had pulled her through.