Keshay other known as "Keisha" is one of the best lawyers in New York City. Her entire life she's lived a fast pace life, fighting to be the best and never allowing herself to be put 2nd.
What happens when she meets Senator Jaziel Mithen, a black hi...
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"How long are you going to ignore mom's calls?" My sister questions from the seat beside me in the nail salon.
I let out a deep sigh leave it to her to not let this be a peaceful outing. Like I'd done plenty of times when me and Jaziel would have issues I ran back to Atlanta. My sister could be many things. Rude, overbearing, loud, and at times unreliable. But if she was one thing she was always understanding. Because if there is one thing about Trinity it's that there's nothing on Earth I've done that she hasn't. Been a mistress? She's done it. Slept with a high class married man? She's done it. Maybe not the Senator but sure she can relate in her own way. Even though I know she'll give me a mouth full and slightly irritate me I feel comfortable talking to her in knowing that.
"Until I think of what to say Trin." I reply dryly staring down at my nails as the lightskin lady in front of me does my French tips.
"You want something to say just tell her to mind her damn business." She replies to which I gasp.
"Trinity." I exclaim loudly knowing I could never. As much as I want to I know I can't because I know my parents mean well. They also view me with such high expectations and standards. It reminds me of a time when I too viewed myself the same way. When I expected more of myself too. It seems as though the past few years I've expected less and my standards were non existent. So even though I know hearing my mom talk down on me hurts it also heals a part of me. The part of me that used to believe in what I'd allow in life.
"What?" She shrugs looking down at her nails as she gets hers done too. "We're grown. You wanted to fuck a Senator so you did. What's the big deal?"
"Trinity," this time my tone is slightly hushed but firm and agitated. "Quiet."
"What?" She questions again. "It's not like he didn't tell the whole world. That shit is everywhere Key."
I roll my eyes seeing the way my nail artist pauses and looks up at me as if that's confirmation. I give her a mug that causes her to look back down. "I don't care if it's everywhere don't mention it like it's a normal conversation starter."
She smacks her lips but says nothing pulling out her phone with her free hand she types away on it earning scolding stares from her nail tech who most likely prefers her not moving or using her hands so much. "Shit I looked so good in the Bahamas." She extends her phone in my direction.
I give a small smile at the sight of her standing near a zip line wearing the gear with her lips puckered. "Yeah you did look nice..." I trail off as my I stare at her background looking at the familiar woman. Though I'd only seen her once in person and given I was high I would bet a million dollars the woman in her background is Samari. Only the lightskin man with waves couldn't be Koji. That's not Koji. "Fuck." I snatch her phone using one of my free hands to zoom in on the picture.
"You can't move your hands." My nail tech complains to which I fan her off.
"Damn I know it's a cute picture but looking at its not worth getting polish all over my phone for." Trin says with a laugh.
