Black Butterfly (5 page)

             
After he earned his Masters and started working on getting his business started his behavior became even more frightening. He’d given me a list of rules to follow. At first I laughed it off, but I later realized that he was serious. One of the rules was that I could not wear shorts, skirts, or dresses above the knee. My legs were my best assets. He’s always told me that. I tried to push Nathan out of my thoughts and concentrated on sleep. Sleep didn’t come easy that night.

Chapter 5

Seantay

The next morning I woke up to the smell of breakfast cooking. I looked around the room realizing that I was still at Reco’s. We’d had a good time at the club. He’d even given me a 2
.5-carat diamond ring. It wasn’t huge, but he wasn’t my man. I didn’t understand what the ring meant to him. When he gave me the ring he told me that he knew that I was used to the finer things in life and he just wanted to buy me something nice. I felt that he was downplaying the gesture.

“I
just wanted to get you something. I know I’m not your man, but you’re a classy woman and I have to treat you as such.” I was stunned as he slid the ring onto my finger. I mean, the ring was beautiful, but it was a confusing symbol. Now he was cooking me breakfast. What the hell was going on? He’d never cooked anything for me before. I hoped that he wasn’t trying to get serious. He could not be trying to get serious. I was not looking for a relationship. Reco walked into the room and I pretended to still be asleep.

“Seantay baby, wake
up. I brought you breakfast in bed.” He was sounding all happy. Wow, I must’ve been putting it on his ass. I was hungry, but what was up with the ring and the breakfast?  When I didn’t move I felt him nudge me. “I got waffles, turkey bacon, eggs, grits and orange juice.” I opened my eyes and sat up.

“Mmm, it looks good Reco. Did you cook this?”
I asked as he placed the tray on my lap. I poured syrup on the already buttered waffles.

He chuckled. “Hell no. I got a cook who comes on
days I need her. She’s good,” he said sitting on the bed.

I took a bite and sighed in pleasure. “Mmm, she is good. Are you going to eat?”

“I had been up for a minute. I already ate. You can take a shower if you want to.” He pointed to the edge of the bed. “There’s a towel and wash cloth for you. Make yourself at home. Everything that you need is in the linen closet in the bathroom. Oh, and I got you that outfit from Saks you said you liked. It would really look good on that sexy ass body of yours.”

My mouth was full, so I couldn’t respond. What was up with him? Suddenly my appetite vanished. I dropped the fork after forcing the food down. Okay, I know you’re like, damn bitch this man is a dream. It was no way I could take Reco home to my parents. I felt bad as he stared at me with adoration and affection in his eyes. I felt nauseous.

“You finished eating?” He asked looking at my barely touched breakfast.

“Uh huh. I’m stuffed. I’m going to take you up on that shower, bu
t I have to rush home after. I have to meet the parents for lunch.” I lied and kissed his cheek. I walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on. The steamy, hot water felt good. Mmm, a nice shower was my favorite way to relax and unwind. It was ten thirty and I planned to let the water beat down on me for about thirty minutes. I had to think. Shit, Reco was tripping. We could not ever be serious. Our lives clashed and we both knew it. I could not risk my family’s well being by dating some drug dealer who owned a club. He was fine, the sex was good and he had money. That was all true, but those attributes only mattered to other women. I didn’t need his money, and I could get any good looking man I wanted.

I had to slowly
, but surely pull away from Reco. It was fun at first, but he was starting to become too attached. I had to get out on the prowl again. I had spent too much time with Reco, and my other male prospects had become distant. Oh well, when I left Reco’s I would call Reba, and see what was up for the night.

Reba was my best and only friend. She was
probably the most down to earth person I knew. That was probably why we had become so close. The females I went to school with were so fake and superficial. She was a beautiful chocolate sister who could put Naomi Campbell to shame.

We’d met when we were nine. Her uncle lived in Newmexis, and she would visit him on holidays and during the summer. Before Reba came to visit her uncle I didn’t have any real friends.
One day out of the blue her uncle brought her over to play with me. Of course he had to ask my parents if it was okay. We were sheltered children and didn’t do much playing outside of the estate. That was why Mr. Martin had to bring Reba over. Our neighborhood was so huge I probably wouldn’t have seen Reba if she hadn’t been escorted to me. Mr. Martin was one of my father’s many business associates. He owned several seafood distribution companies in Georgia, Florida and South Carolina.

Reba’s parents were not poor, but they were middle class. Jane and Phillip Martin were both teachers at a public high school in Miami. To my mother
, Reba was not good enough to be my best friend.

“Yes, you two played together when you were little girls, but darn Seantay. That girl
’s outside of your social circle.” She’d turn up her nose creating lines in her forehead. “What could you two possibly have in common?”

All I could do was shake my head as I stared into her blank, slanted eyes. I couldn’t believe her. Reba was the only girl I knew who
really
liked me. In school the girls hated me because of the way I looked and the fact that my family had more money than theirs. Some of them only hung around me because my family was the second richest in our gated community. Reba was the only girl I knew who didn’t care about how I looked, or my family’s money. I trusted Reba more than I trusted my sisters. She had always had my back.

“She’s more genuine than a
nyone I’ve ever met in Newmexis; that’s for damn sure,” was how I defended my bestie. After that I stormed out of the house and slammed the door.  Well, I was sixteen then and things still hadn’t changed with my mother. She wasn’t fond of Reba. She called her a “hoochie mama”, which was unfair. Reba was just as classy as she was. We both loved those thugs though. She was a sophomore at the University of Miami, but was still undecided about her major. I figured she was only in college because her parents wanted her to be.

I let my thoughts drift away and enjoyed the rest of my shower with a clear mind. I reluctantly got out, drie
d off and put on the sexy dark blue jean cat suit. I’d decided to throw my boots on and get the hell out of there.

Reco was waiting for me in the bedroom. He’d already neatly packed my clothes from the night before in
an overnight bag. “Perfect fit.” He smiled staring at my tight, but curvy frame.

I did a model twirl for him. “You like?”

“Oh, yeah baby. I do like. You are gorgeous. Don’t leave yet. Spend the rest of the day with me. We can do whatever you want to do baby. You’ll have such a good time that you won’t regret it. I promise.”

He was so adorable, but I couldn’t. I needed to
take a breather. He was so sexy though. Damn. Why did they always have to catch feelings? It was so annoying. Well, I guess I just had it like that. I had to admit that I could hold it down in the bedroom. I knew my shit was good. It had to be, because I had a way of bringing the straight “bitch” out of a man. He’d be screaming like Chris Tucker and all it would take is a few seductive strokes of my hips. I could make a man with ultimate dick control turn into a minute man. I believed in the power between my thighs, and I used it. Damn, I hated to, but I had to give Reco a break.

“Sorry baby, but I have to go. Sean and Tameah Beauvois would have a fit if I didn’t show up for lunch. If they take the time out of their busy schedules to have lunch with m
e it had better happen. I’d hate to get cut from my inheritance.” I pouted for emphasis and planted a sweet kiss on Reco’s soft lips. Mmm, I would miss that mouth. The man could do some crucial things with his tongue.

“I could take care of you Seantay. I could provide just as much for you. I
don’t live like it, but I’m a lot richer than you think.”

             
I wasn’t impressed, but I pretended to be. “Richer than I think huh? Hmm, and how rich is that Reco?”

“Let me sho
w you. Let me spoil you. You’re spoiled out of obligation. Your father spoils you because you’re his daughter. Let me spend my money on you. It would be even more fun than spending daddy’s money. Your daddy can’t give you what I can give you.”

“I have to
go Reco. It’s already after ten. I’ll call you later.” I walked out of the room, down the stairs and let myself out. I jumped into my car and sped off toward the highway.

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Reba Cheyenne Martin

I looked around my one bedroom condo and sighed in relief. I’d just gotten out of my ten ‘o clock Anatomy class. Thank God it was Friday and I was finished with classes for the week. I peeled off my clothes on the way to the bathroom. I ran water in the deep, round, garden tub and added bubble bath. Instead of waiting for the tub to fill, I migrated to the kitchen to find something to snack on. I was starving and had a taste for something sweet. There wasn’t anything in the kitchen, so I made a mental note to do some grocery shopping.

Disappointed, I made my way back to the bathroom. I stared at my naked body in the full
- length mirror. I was satisfied with my reflection. My mocha hued skin was smooth and free of any blemishes. Standing 5’5, I weighed a curvaceous 135 lbs. My body was very toned and shapely due to years of running track, basketball and tennis in high school. I had decided to not participate in college sports. I did exercise regularly though.

M
y facial features had become satisfactory to me over the years too, thanks to Seantay. Being her friend had benefitted me in so many ways. I guess she had just confirmed what I should’ve already known about myself. I
was
beautiful inside and out. I was proud of my high cheekbones, elegant, keen nose, full lips and deep dimples. I had learned to love my thick, coarse shoulder length hair because I had a talented hair stylist who kept my layered cut bouncy and healthy. I had also embraced my signature big, black girl booty. I hadn’t been blessed with big breasts, but I still loved my firm 34 B’s. I did have nice, big brown nipples that my ex Jeremy called Hershey’s Kisses.

Once Jeremy saw Seantay,
I could sense his attraction to her. For his eighteenth birthday I gave him the ultimate birthday gift. I let him sleep with us both. We had what you could call a threesome, but we didn’t give him the pleasure of seeing us together. We both loved men too much to be going down on each other. After it was over, it was over. Seantay did admit that it was good, but I did not feel threatened. We had shared men before and had not let it come between us. I had to admit that I actually got off on seeing Jeremy fuck my best friend.

Jerem
y told me over and over again how incredible it was to have two of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen in one night. He’d called us his vanilla, chocolate swirl. I never asked him who was better in bed although I wanted to. I believed we’d both given him the ride of his life. We broke up about a year later, but remained friends. He moved back up north and we still talked occasionally. I still cared for him and our break up had nothing to do with what happened with Seantay. I’d rather he sleep with my best friend in front of me than some skank in the streets behind my back.

My bath was finally ready, but before I could get in my phone rang. I ran to my bedroom and picked up the phone. “Hello.”

              “Reba. What’s going on sweetheart?” Seantay’s pleasant voice filled my ears.

             
“Hi Tay. I was just about to take a bath.”

             
“Oh, well go ahead then. I’ll call you back later on.” She sounded disappointed.

             
“No, it’s cool. We can talk for a little bit. The water’s probably too hot right now anyway.” She must’ve had something she really wanted to talk about.

             
“I’m depressed. It’s Friday and I don’t have anything to do,” she whined. I could picture her pouting.

             
“What about Reco?”

             
“That negro is tripping.” She filled me in on what had transpired. I understood why she couldn’t be in a serious relationship with him. There was no way it would work.

             
“But he is so fine though,” I said.

             
“Yeah
and
he can fuck. He’s a pro with that tongue too. Mmm. You need to let him eat your pussy. Then you will see firsthand what I’m talking about.” She giggled, but I knew she was serious.

             
I laughed. “You’re crazy girl.”

             
“I’m serious Reb. You should let him do it for real. It’s so good that I want to share it with my best friend. He did tell me he would love to taste you. He gets off on that shit. You want his number? Shit, you could throw some of that “Black Magic” on him and make him forget about me.”