Kinky (BWWM)

Chapter 34

Perfect.

I looked in the mirror one last time to make sure that my edges were well laid. I gave it a quick spray with the oil sheen and smiled at myself. The transition was complete. I inhaled, fully ready for the day.

Today would be my first time going out since I returned home, and it was all thanks to my parents. My mother called, telling me she missed me and that we should have lunch together as a family. It was something we did now and again. However, my mother said that they had something important to tell me. My mind has been running wild ever since our conversation on the phone. I prayed it had nothing to do with my father's health. I prayed it was good news.

I heard the screeching sound of a car. It must be my parents. Mia would not be home until night; her schedule was packed today.

I smiled and looked at myself one more time before quickly grabbing my purse from my bed.

I closed my bedroom door and went towards the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water from the counter. I took a gulp and swallowed. I placed the lid back on the bottle, then walked to the door.

I opened the door with a smile on my face, hoping to see my parents, but I was greeted by someone else.

Bradley stood at the threshold, his hand fisted as if he were about to knock." Bradley?" I said, taking a step back. He was the last person I thought I'd see standing at my door, fully dressed and looking better than sin itself.

"W-what are you doing here?" Stunned, I leaned against the doorjamb of my apartment, facing Bradley Mefford.

I continued to stare as an unwelcome flash of warmth surged through my system. I battled not to let his sudden appearance and those piercing, dark grey eyes get to me. Wearing black from head to toe in expensive attire. His hair pushed back from his face. He was as devilishly handsome as they come.

"If I didn't know better, I'd guess you didn't want me here."

I didn't. I'd spent the last week drowning myself in misery because of him.

Why was he here now?

"I'm not. What the hell are you doing here Bradley?"

He was silent for a few seconds before he answered, "You haven't cashed the check."

My eyes widen at his words. "Oh, so it's about the money." I lifted a finger. "Give me a second." I turned and walked into the apartment. I walked toward the refrigerator and grabbed the cheque that was pinned. I quickly walked back to the door with the cheque in hand.

"Is this what you're talking about?" I lifted the cheque.

He nodded. "Yes. Why haven't you cashed it?"

I fumed. "Cashed it? You came all the way here to ask me why I haven't cashed a cheque? Do you think that a million dollars should possibly compensate me for what you did? You're such an asshole you know that. After everything that happened in Pennsylvania, you had the audacity to send me a cheque for $1 million. Do you think that my body is worth a million dollars? Is that how much you pay your hookers?"

He frowned at me confused. "What? You want more money?"

"No. You idiot!" I shouted. "It's about you trying to pay me off for what happened between the two of us. I didn't sleep with you because I wanted your money."

He sighed. "Tiffany, the money has nothing to do with us being intimate. The money was compensation for the kidnapping. It's to prevent you from pressing charges."

I fumed even more. "Oh. So this is what you rich white people do to keep black people quiet right. Pay them off." I nodded. "Well, it's not gonna work with me. I don't want your money."