In Spite of the Bosset Life(14)

“Your daughter is beautiful. Just like you...” said the father of the young boy who looked to be Majesty’s age. The little boy held unto his father for dear life. His hair was curly and wild looking.

“Thank you. Your son is shy but very handsome,” I said, turning my attention back to my baby girl. I grew to be very sociable with other parents. Majesty was always going to birthday parties and playdates as much as she could. I was that mommy who made sure their child stayed busy.

“Thank you. He been like this since birth. I guess my fault.” I ignored him and kept watching my daughter. I wasn’t interested in talking to the construction worker. He was dirty from head to toe and had on construction boots. He went back to playing with his son and I was glad. After a few more minutes of playing, I made Majesty put her shoes on. I stopped by Saks to buy these heels I saw in the catalog last week. Majesty was acting an ass in the store and the sales clerk thought it was so cute. Not me.

“Do you want me to pinch you,” I said, whispering to Majesty. I never gave her whoopings because I felt she was still too young. I damn sure wasn’t whooping my daughter in a public place. That damn sure wasn’t going down. If I did anything, it was only a couple of pops to that behind and that was at home. Since we were at the store, I had to use my words to control her.

“Momma, I’m getting a whooping? I don’t won’t no whooping,” said Majesty, loud as hell in the store. She knew I didn’t give her whoopings but was acting like I was about to. I grew embarrassed. She was playing with my wedding ring and knew she wasn’t supposed to. I took it and put it in my purse. Last time Majesty had my ring, I couldn’t find it for two whole weeks. Those two weeks were a living hell!

“No, Majesty. Now, sit still so I can take these shoes off. You like them, don’t you? You want mommy to buy them?” I never shopped for myself without getting my princess something.

“Yes, momma. I don’t want no whooping,” said Majesty, shaking her head no. I rolled my eyes and took the shoes off. I picked my daughter up and the sales clerk bagged up our shoes. I brought some Giuseppe Zanotti goldstone coral python sandals. Majesty got every color Burberry jellybean sandals that they had in a size 10c. They added the shoes to my bill and I left. I was so happy to get out that store. Majesty sure was getting it once we got in the car. The summer air wasn’t too hot and today was nice. Majesty and I wore our matching Gucci shades as I hit the unlock button on my new Escalade. I traded the old one in for the newer model. It was something about trucks. Ace got me hooked on driving the big bodies.

“You need help?” asked the same guy who was in the bounce house in the mall. His son was glued to him still. I now knew where I saw him at. He worked at the office. The children’s section was being renovated and I hired a construction company to expand the area.

“No, thank you. My car is right here,” I said, holding my daughter tight. Her little eyes were glued to that man. He was fine and my daughter had taste I had to say. Even in his filthy clothes, he looked sexy. Now picture him geared up. He was a bad muthafuka.

“Uhm, if you don’t mind me asking... you look so familiar...?”

“You see me at Jordan’s Furniture Store. I own it. You’re doing renovations in our children’s section.”

“Wow... that’s great. You have a great memory. Can I take you and your gorgeous daughter on a date?” He was bold as hell. He didn’t even know my name. I blushed and put my daughter in the car. I made sure she was strapped up and secure in her booster seat.

“I’m a business woman. I’m supposed to remember who I hire. I’m sorry but Majesty don’t go on dates. She’s three. She does do play dates but I’ll have to check her schedule,” I said, being serious. He took his phone out.

“I’ll take that. What’s your number?” I hesitated but then gave him my number. “Hold up. I’m about to call it. So, is this really your number? It’ll save you the embarrassment.” I laughed right in his face.

“Mister, if I didn’t want you to have my number, I wouldn’t had gave it to you. I would’ve had my bodyguard, who’s been watching you follow me, off you. So yes, that’s my number. Call it,” I said, pointing in Akamai’s direction and putting my hands in the back of my jean pockets.

“Hmm, I’ll be calling you. I didn’t get your name, beautiful?”

“It’s Koì. And you probably didn’t get it because I didn’t give it to you. But you should know who you work for. Not really a good way to keep employment. But anyway, what’s your name?” I asked, flirting back.

“I’m Rodney, but my friends call me Rob.”

“Well Rodney, I guess I’ll be waiting for that call,” I said, letting him open my car door. I got in and he said his goodbye and shut the door. Akamai pulled behind me and followed me home. Once I got home, I played with Majesty in our backyard. Akamai sent over information on Rodney. I didn’t read it because I didn’t care. I wasn’t trying to learn nothing about this dude.

I had a playground built for my princess right in our backyard. She could go to the park anytime because I paid good money for her own.

“Momma gotta get dressed,” I said, picking Majesty up from the bottom of the slide. I carried her into the house and locked the back door. Ever since Ace disappearance, I was extra protective on our security. “Unni, can you fix princess a snack?”