Best Bitches

IX: Turning Tables

Chresanto

I smiled to myself, as I walked up to my door. Nothing like getting laid to put a smile on your face. Fumbling with my keys, I unlocked the door heading into my apartment.

"Hey, babe."

"Shit," I muttered, stopping in my tracks when I heard Eve greeting me from the bathroom. I quickly sniffed my shirt for traces of perfume. Just to be safe, I pulled off my shirt tossing it into my bedroom, before joining Eve in the bathroom.

My eyes nearly popped out of my head, when I saw Eve in the bathroom. She had on a white striped tee that cut right above her belly button and a pair of light wash jean shorts that just barely covered her ass. And to pull it all together she had on a pair of midnight blue heels. I leaned against the doorframe admiring her as she fixed her hair into a high ponytail.

"Damn, you look good," I smirked, biting my lip. She smiled, eyeing me through the mirror. "Where are you off to?"

"Out." She applied the finishing touches to her hair, before grabbing her purse and pushing past me. Before she could get too far, in an act of passion I pulled her close crashing my lips to hers. She deepened the kiss, before finally pulling away.

"Do you have to go?" I frowned, toying with the edge of her shorts.

"You know I do," She replied. She gave me a quick peck on the lips, before leaving out.

I know she was just going out with Jamie and them but damn. Why she gotta leave me hanging like that?

Eve

Hanging with Ray for the past few hours has been amazing. I had no idea how much I missed just messing around in an art studio, until today. Ray's studio was perfect. From Prismacolor colored pencils to the wall to wall windows that look out onto the beach, being with Ray in that studio felt like heaven.

"I don't know when the last time I just sat down and drew," I sighed, resting my head on the metal table.

"Why did you stop?" He asked, looking up from the sketch he was working on.

My brows furrowed. To be honest I never really asked myself why I gave up drawing. It just kind of happened. I propped my head up on my hand. "I don't know. New booski, I guess."

Immediately he stopped sketching, a shocked expression crossing his face. "You mean to tell me you gave up art, something you love, for a man?" He asked, frowning with distaste.

I looked away, nodding slowly. "I know right," I agreed, poking fun at my own life. "And he's in love with someone else more that he is with me."

Ray shook his head, awkwardly looking away. "Damn, sounds like y'all got some serious problems."

"Maybe...we just need some space."

Jamie

I angrily slammed my fist onto the counter. "I know Ray is cute Eve, but damn you have Chres," I yelled, disgusted with her sudden display slut mentality.

I crossed my arms across my chest, waiting for her explanation. She sighed, "Damn Jamie, chill. It's not that big of a deal."

I could feel myself losing my level head. "Not a big deal?" I repeated, my voice rising with anger. "Does Chres even know?"

Eve looked away, her jaw clenching with anger. "Of course he doesn't know," Christina cut in. She was quietly sitting at the kitchen table lazily picking at her nails. "It's not like he's innocent either."

Both Eve and I eyed her in disbelief. He comment only fueled my anger more. "Shut up, Christina," I snapped. "God, you would be the one to know about that."

The room was silent, the tension filling the room. I took a deep breath calming myself down. I ran my fingers through my hair. The situation was out of hand, and I needed to regain control. "So, there's a party next week..." I said changing the subject.

Eve eyed me, and I could still see the anger in her eyes. I smirked, knowing she didn't have the balls to follow through on her anger. No one dares to challenge me. She stared at me long and hard before finally giving in to my subject change. "Oh yeah." She said forcing a smile. "My girl from work was telling me about that." She added, and I knew I had won.

Chresanto

Crossing my arm across my chest, I frowned at Eve as she slid on her heels. "You have been going out with the girls a lot lately," I noted.

"No, I haven't," She replied curtly.

I could feel my anger rising, but I tried to keep calm. "Don't lie to me, Eve. You go out almost every night."

I try to search her eyes for answers, but she won't look at me. "Yeah, I go out," She replied. "But not with them."

"With who then?"

She was silent as if she was thinking over if she should tell me the truth or not. She sighed heavily. "Ray," she admitted, and I stared at her in disbelief. No, her ass was not out here seeing other niggas.

"That's a dude," I muttered dumbly, balling my fists up in anger.

She rolled her eyes. "I know. It's not like you've been around anyway," She replied, completely turning the entire conversation around on me. Now somehow her messing around with other dudes was my fault. "You're always out with random ass females and doing shit for your "job"? What do even do for a living?"

How did this entire conversation turn for the worse? Now she was over here questioning me. She sure as hell wasn't saying that when I was buying her all that expensive shit. I sighed,"I do the shit I have to so your expensive ass can be happy; don't worry about me aiight?"

She eyed me not satisfied with my response. She wanted more, but I damn well was not telling her what I really did for a living. There was an awkward silence. There was something that neither of us wanted to say, but we both were thinking it.

"Why are you acting so defensive.... Are you cheating on me?"