IDENTITY

II.

The following morning, I felt my phone vibrating non-stop.  It was a bunch of missed phone calls and text messages from Faraad.

I sighed, realizing he was just now contacting me. But... Something inside made me feel like I HAD to call him back.

"You called?" I said rudely into the phone.

"Damn , what's the problem Sora? Goodmorning to you too." He tried to sweet talk his way back to me.

"N*gga you know what the problem is. Had me up all night waiting for you to call and you just now calling.. Like seriously?" I had some nerve, but since we were keeping secrets - why not?

"I told you it was business baby... Fuck all that tho. Get dressed, I'll be there in 20.." The phone hung up.

Shit ! He always knew what to say. I quickly got myself together and waited for him to pull up in his brand new 2017 BWM. Faraad always rode in style. We had so many memories in that back seat.

He beeped the horn and I came outside. My Victoria Secret perfume left a trail in the wind as I sashayed in my six inch Jimmy Choo pumps , ripped jeans and leather jacket. My hair was slicked into a high curly bun, and my makeup was looking au-naturalé.

"You smell just as good as you look." Faraad said licking his lips.

I tried to play it off as if I wasn't interested in what he was saying, knowing damn well a simple look from him turned me on.

"Where are we going?" I asked in a sassy tone.

He smirked and laughed.

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you right?" He continued to drive off smoothly.

After about 30 minutes, we ended up at this restaurant called "Le Satisfait".  It was a very upscale restaurant. I was mesmerized at the chandeliers and decorations. I'd never really been to too many fancy places.

"This is beautiful." I said as the Host walked us to our reserved table on the rooftop.

The view was GORGEOUS! You could look up and see the sky right through it as you ate. I was impressed. Maybe this was his way of trying to make things up to me.

"So, what business was so important that you couldn't call?" I asked, picking through the olives in my pasta.

He sighed.

"Really? You wanna' do this right now Sora?"

"Yeah, I do. Answer the question."

"It was business. You know what type shit I'm on... I can't discuss that with you bae-girl. Relax, we good." He began stroking my hand with his finger.

There he went again, trapping me with his soft words. I was over it. This was starting to become regular for him and I didn't like it.

Before I could say anything else, he pulled out a stack of money and sat it infront of me.

"Take it." He smirked.

My eyes grew big.

"And do what with it?" I felt myself getting flustered as I gulped down my Champagne.

"We're going shopping. But that's just for you to have." My hands felt clammy as the wad of money would barely fit in my hand.

If there was one thing Faraad was good at other than sex, it was definitley spoiling me. He bought me whatever I wanted, even if I didn't ask for it.

We finished up our meal and headed over to the mall where it was time to RUN IT UP ! From Loui to Gucci, Versace, Christian Dior ... Every high end store, we were in there. I had to stop at my regular favorites too. True Religion, H&M, and Nordstrom.

"Make a n*gga broke then." Faraad said jokingly as he pulled me closer to him, kissing me on the cheek.

We headed into Foot Locker to grab some sneakers when a woman's voice called his name.

"Faraad? Faraad is that you?" The girl said as he blatantly ignored her.

She was loud and ratchet. Short, long blonde Dashiki box braids, but she was very pretty as well.

"Um Faraad, she's calling you." I said in a confused manner.

You could tell this was making him beyond uncomfortable. The female kept getting closer and I finally stood up.

"Faraad, stop acting new." She said.

"I'm sorry, do WE know you?" I tried to remain calm, but I hated confrontation.

"We? Oh this ya new bitch or something?" Her mouth became slicker and slicker by the second.

"BITCH I DON'T KNOW YOU." Faraad snapped. But the snap wasn't really a snap if you get what I mean.

The girl came off too comfortable as if she knew him, on a personal level. Yet and still, I tried to remain calm and not say anything. At least until she walked away.

"Yeah aight n*gga. I'ma let you flex for now." She fake laughed and walked out of the sneaker store.

The whole store was staring at us and I was embarressed. I quickly grabbed my bags as he checked out and went to stand outside the store. My mind was conflicted.

He walked out and joined me. He could see the disgust on my face. I tried not to cause a scene.

"Faraad, what the entire fuck?" My heart was jumping. It had been so long since I was in a situation like that.

"Bae, I don't know her. These bitches just be saying shit just to say shit. I never seen that bitch a day in my life." I felt like he was lying, but I had no proof. I had to believe him.

"Faraad take me home please. I've had enough for today." And so he did.

The ride back home seemed so long because of the silence. I still found it so hard to believe he didn't know her. The way she came at was like they had history. I wasn't a dummy though, something was up.

He dropped me off home and I didn't bother to say my goodbyes. I quickly walked into the house, locked up everything, and sat on the couch to let things marinate. I had to call my home girl and see what she thought about this.

"Hello, hello Tamika." I said into the phone.

"Sora baby, hey. What's up?"

"Bitchhhhh-"

"Oh gosh, what happened?" Tamika knew I had a male companion, but she never knew his name.

"So I was out with ole' boy at the mall right. And we was shopping, dropping money like it's nothing, cool. We gets in the sneaker store, and some bitch approaches him like Faraad, is that you? He's steady ignorning her but she kept talking. He finally went off like bitch I don't know you ... But the reaction from him was too soft..."

"What the hell? So, some random bitch knew him by name and he didn't know her? Get the fuck outta here." Tamika wasn't buying the bullshit like I wasn't.

"I know girl. Something ain't sitting right with me..."