Conflicted Heart (Completed)

Six

Yani

It's been four days and today is finally Friday! I'm so excited for the weekend. I just want a break. I have been working like crazy. I am actually taking this weekend off, since I usually do work weekends. I usually work twelve hour days and they have really paid off, but I just want a weekend to myself where I can just chill in bed and eat unhealthy foods. Anyway it's around 5 p.m. Friday evening and I just finished up a client. Right now I am counting what I have made so far for the day. I'm in business all for myself, so I get to take home majority of the money, besides taxes of course. Anyway as I am counting, I hear the bell ring signaling someone has entered my shop. I look up and I see my ex boyfriend of all people,  and I frown deeply. 

"What's up baby?," the man said while smiling.

"Brandon what are you doing here?," I asked in an aggravated tone.

"Is that any way to greet your man?," Brandon said while moving closer to me.

"Brandon get out," I said sternly.

"No I want to talk to you. Please give me five minutes." I roll my eyes as I sigh and I look away.

"Baby I miss you. I miss you so much. It's just not the same without you," Brandon said sympathetically. I shake my head as I look at him.

"Brandon you left me remember? You left me for that bitch you got pregnant. You literally just up and left without saying a damn thing to me," I said.

"And I'm sorry about that. I didn't realize what I was doing, but I do now. I just want you Yani," Brandon said.

"Are you sorry about stealing my credit cards and putting me in debt too? Huh?," I asked angrily.

"I'm going to pay you back for all of that I promise.....but I need you to say you're going to forgive me and be with me."

"No I don't want you anymore Brandon."

"How can you say that?" Brandon steps even closer to me and wraps his arms around my waist. I look up at him as he looks down at him.

"Don't even lie and say you don't miss me. I know you miss us. You always loved it when I held you like this," Brandon whispered.

"Brandon don't," I said.

"And you love it when I pull you closer to me," Brandon said as he pulled me closer to him. His hands roam down my ass and I push him away.

"Brandon please leave. Why are you making this difficult?," I said.

"No why are you? You know you love me and you miss me. You know how good things used to be between us let's get that back."

"Used to be Brandon as in past tense. Things between us aren't good anymore. You betrayed me in more than one way and I don't want to be with you anymore." Brandon looks me up and down as he licks his lips.

"You always did look sexy when you are mad.....I know you miss this dick at least. We used to have sex every morning remember? I used to wake you up by playing with that sexy clit ring you got. I miss all your crazy piercings. Your bellybutton, clit, hip, back dimples, nipples, tongue all that. I miss that." Brandon tries to move closer to me again, but I put my hand up to stop him. Usually his sexy talk would turn me on, but not anymore.

"Brandon stop living in the past. What we had is over. Don't you get that?," I asked.

"Fine I'll leave. But like I told you over the phone, I'm not giving up on us," Brandon said. Brandon leans in and quickly kisses my cheek. I narrow my eyes at him and he lightly runs his fingers across my two lower lip piercings. I slap his hand away and he smirks and then turns to leave. I sigh once he leaves the shop. I don't know what is wrong with that man but he sure as hell can't take a hint. He hurt me so deeply and I just don't understand why he doesn't understand that. I finish counting my money and then I look through my appointment book. I have one more appointment and I smile when I see who it is. It's Zane. He actually called on Tuesday to schedule an appointment. That man is so fine. What makes him even more attractive is the fact that he seems like a really good father to his daughter Nia. I love to see men actually raising their children. I go to the back and I set up a table for Zane. I then draw the stencil of the lion piece that Zane wants to get. It's a dope piece. It's crazy how he designed it himself. He is definitely artistically gifted. I wonder if his profession is related to art? If it isn't, it should be. Right at 6 p.m. on time, I hear the front door open. I walk out and I see Zane standing there looking as fine as ever. He has on cargo shorts, a polo shirt and Jordans to match. His style is dope as hell. I eye the tattoos on his arms and I notice for the first time, the one on his leg.