10th Commandment | Revamped

Chapter 22

The three days in The Bahamas had come to an end; it was quite a rainy weekend, and they’d made passionate memories just about everywhere. On the morning of Taraji's departure, she received a special gift from Fantasia. It was a jewelry box accompanied by a card. Fantasia was already gone, taking all her belongings with her.

Taraji glanced at the empty side of the bed, then her eyes fell on the gift box as she picked up the card.

*You gave me the most incredible weekend of my life. I might just love you too much, and I’m a tough one; you’ve got a thug like me acting all silly. Here’s something I’ve been saving for you. I designed it just for you, and they finally finished it. I hope you love it because it cost me a pretty penny. I know I’m not around anymore, and I didn’t leave you anything, so consider this everything I’ve left behind. I don’t know when I’ll see you again, but you’re my girlfriend. I’ll make a plan; don’t be angry with me, I had to leave because someone’s watching you. Love, your future baby mama.*

Taraji felt a whirlwind of emotions; she was both angry and elated. She opened the gift to reveal a dazzling platinum Rolex adorned with diamonds, the shiniest piece of jewelry in the room. Taraji gasped in awe. The watch was perfectly customized and fit her wrist like a dream. “Oh my gosh, Fantasia!” she whispered, gazing at the Rolex. “No one has ever done anything like this for me,” she said, her eyes misting over. The watch had her initials engraved on it: *FLYFT*.

As Taraji admired the watch on her wrist, there was a sudden loud knock at her door. A sense of dread washed over her, and her instincts kicked in. Quickly, she smoothed out the other side of the bed to make it look like she had been alone. She got up and looked around for any sign of Fantasia but found nothing; Fantasia had a talent for hiding things. “No wonder they call you Big G. You sexy thug!” Taraji murmured, concealing the watch and card before opening the door.

“Hello, officers. How can I assist you?” she asked. “We’re from the FBI, all the way from the States. We’re not yet certain why we’re here, but we need to conduct a search. We apologize for any invasion of privacy; it’s mandated by law.”

“Oh, I have a flight to catch and won’t be around for that. Thanks for the heads-up,” Taraji replied. They nodded, glancing inside the suite. “Are you alone in this suite, ma’am?”

“Yeah, would you like to take a look?”

“Sure!” one officer replied. “No, that won’t be necessary. Our apologies,” the other officer said, pulling his partner away. They stepped out, and she quickly closed the door, rushing to take a shower and prepare for her departure.

The next day:

With a smile and a confident stride, Taraji walked into her office. Her colleagues greeted her and briefed her on the usual business matters. Once in her office, she shut the door, craving some solitude to reflect.

She began to reminisce about the weekend:
Feeling completely smitten at the table: smiling, blushing, legs pressed together. She shut her eyes...
“Fantasia Barrino Smith, a true force of nature, with those stunning full lips and that shy yet sexy smile. I treat her curves like they’re my favorite scoop of chocolate ice cream. Those tattoos? Unbelievably hot. She’s my woman,” she sighed, lost in thought.

She reflected on their time in The Bahamas:

“Why me? Why not Carter?” Taraji questioned.

“Because I desire you, not him; my body craves you; oh, my heart misses you, baby.” Fantasia confessed.

Pulling Fantasia closer, Taraji whispered, “I missed you too, babe. I’m so sorry for being so stubborn; I thought distractions would help me forget you.”