Secrets Of A Sugar Baby

Episode 9

Chapter 9

We returned back to DC on the private jet. He decided to ride home with me in the limo. Unfortunately, it was still the same projects that I'd been in for the last half of my life. I just didn't want him to go there and see all of the depression. I didn't want our excursion to end.

"Jae?"

"Yes?" I responded.

"Is it okay if we continue seeing each other?" Blake asked me.

Excited, I smiled. "Yes, of course we can. I also wanted to thank you him for your generosity. For everything. This was truly amazing. I never knew life could be like this."

"It can be that way and more. Before I take you home, Jae, can we stop by my house?"

"Sure."

We drove the rest of the way to his house, hand in hand. Once, we stopped and the door opened to the Totten Mews, one of the most exclusive communities in DC. I sat in the car and stared out the open door as Blake walked around the car and towards his porch. Blake looked back at me and smiled.

"It's okay for you to come inside," he said as he winked at me. I got out of the car and walked behind him. He opened the door and I walked in front of him.

The place was spectacular. It was an open air design. Everything was just... opulent, a sign of true wealth. I didn't even want to fully walk inside. I was scared to. Placing his hand on the small of my back, he lightly pushed me inside so he could close the door behind him. The furniture was modern, glossy, white with splashes of bright colors everywhere. The walls were dark shades of blue, red and green making a striking contrast against the white decor. Expensive artwork decorated the walls; however, one in particular, hung over the fireplace, made my heart twist and ache, my stomach churning.

It was a picture of Blake and his wife over the mantel. If the painting was any indication of how his wife looked, she was very beautiful. I didn't know why Blake had a hard time connecting with her. I put it out of my mind. I couldn't feel bad about this. I couldn't. There was something wrong. Not everything that looks good on the outside actually is, I reasoned with myself. If this woman couldn't keep Blake happy, then I would.

My text tone rang. It was Angie, giving me the address to the new apartment. She lied. It was Eight Twenty-Five. Dreams do come true.

Blake walked up to me and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

"This is where I bid you adieu. I have a car, waiting for you. I will see you soon."

I was riding in the limo, anticipating my new apartment. When I walked up to my new place, the movers were still bringing in some of our items. I almost wanted to cry. I was so excited and thankful to no longer be in the projects. Until I realized that there was no sign of Angie. I went into our rooms. She wasn't anywhere to be found. I was getting angry. I was about to call her when I heard the door open behind me. Angie walked into the apartment and the happiness of seeing my sister overwhelmed me. She didn't seem as eager to see me though. I ran up to her and gave her a tight hug. She smiled at me.

"Hood rule number one. Never leave no niggas in your house unattended. Where are you coming from?"

"We aren't in the hood anymore. You were so eager to leave. And I just left our aunt's house," she said.

I was incensed. "You better not have given that hoodrat any of my money."

"I didn't. I gave her some of MY money. I just can't let her starve and die, Jae."

"I don't agree with you on that shit at all. Especially after all the shit that she's done to us since dad left. But I'm going to leave it alone because I just want to be happy."

"I want to also," Angie replied. She hugged me again. "I love our new place."

"I do too."

Once the movers were finished, I looked around our new apartment. It was beautiful. This was the way life should be lived. I took out my phone and took some pictures. I sent the pictures to Darryl. This was the first time that I had contacted him in a couple weeks. I honestly had been avoiding him, because of everything that was going on, but I needed to talk to my best friend. He responded shortly after.

"What you do to get all of this?"

"Angie. All Angie."

"Shit, maybe I need to strip."

I laughed. "I would throw a couple dollars your way," I responded. I just couldn't face telling Darryl the truth. He used to make fun of girls like me. I knew I would have to tell him eventually because if he found out from someone else, he may stop being friends with me. And that would devastate me.

I loved Darryl. He and Angie were all I had. No matter how much money came my way, those were the two that mattered. And I would hold on to them at all costs.