The Santiago Cartel

Five: Trust Issues

Jennifer

I was running mad late for work this morning. This new time was killing me, but at least I was cute! I had to do a photo shoot for this "up and coming model." I didn't mind because money is money, but new money is even better. As I pulled up to the "King Towers" I cut my engine and grabbed all my stuff. I looked over and realized Manny was already here.

"Lori girl you late, but bish you cute though" Manny yelled out as I walked through the double doors.

Manny has been a long time good friend of mine since I got started. He owns a modeling agency called "Fresh Faces Entertainment." He's talented at finding awesome girls, and guys. I knew this girl would not disappoint either.

I went to the rack and took out my iPad mini to see the particulars of what A.J. liked. Her style was kind of ghetto-chic. I found the perfect three outfits for her and a dress. (Outfit one, outfit two, three, and dress) I lost track of time making sure everything looked perfect, and each outfit was accessorized the right way. I heard Manny clear his throat.

"Okay Manny I went from what I found that A.J. likes, and I believe she will be in love with these outfits" I replied with a little chuckle as I turned around with the first outfit in hand. When I turned around I was not expecting to see her. She mirrored the same look of surprise as me. I just cleared my throat and held my hand out. "I'm Jennifer, and I'll be your stylist for today" I stated while keeping a smile on my face.

I wasn't sure if she was going to run, or shake my hand. I guess she broke out of her trance after a while. She took my hand and shook it loosely. "I'm Ashley Dana Jones the model" she replied with a smirk, and a flip of her hair. Oh, but bitch you're paying me to style you; so keep it cute, or put it on mute! I wanted to tell her with the same smirk. I just kept it professional since she got that ass tapped. "Let's get started shall we?" I mumbled to no one in particular.

The shoot went well. I must admit that Ashley was attractive, but her persona and attitude just screamed catty and messy. She has been doing stuff all day long to provoke me. She went as far as throwing her "sexual escapades" around with Caine. Shorty was really petty. I had to chuckle to myself as she continued to talk overly loud on her phone about how my man had her climbing the walls. However, the one thing that did peak my interest was the word pregnant. I was fuming, but I wasn't going to let her know that. Now was not the place or time for shenanigans. However, Caine was going to get an ear full and A.J. would be sporting another black eye.

The shoot was finally wrapping and all I wanted to do was go home and lay in my bed. No phone, television or anything. Just me and my babies. The thought of being alone flew out the window because Caine was sitting on my steps. I groaned inwardly and rolled my eyes.

I cut the engine and went to my door. I unlocked the door, and left it open for Chris to walk in. I made my way upstairs to kick my shoes off. I looked up as my room door was slammed to see Chris looking at me with those piercing eyes. I just rolled my eyes. His presence was annoying the fuck out of me.

Christon

I am not sure what the hell was on shawty mental. However, I did not appreciate being given the cold shoulder when I did nothing wrong. "What the fuck is your problem?" I asked while slamming the door. She rolled her eyes and continued on like she didn't hear me. I cannot stand when people ignore me on purpose. Shawty knows that shit to. I felt my temper rising as I mentally tried to calm myself down.

"You lied Chris. You stood in my face and fucking lied. I cannot stand liars and I will not tolerate that bullshit." she spat with her face mirroring my same annoyed expression. "Baby what are you talking about?" I think that blue dye starting to fuck with your brain cells ma, on boss." I stated while shaking my head. "According to the mother of your child that I styled today you are going to be a father." she stated while standing up. "Look I have no idea who you are talking about babe. You know how many bitches claim to be pregnant with my seed on average? Furthermore, half of the females that claim they slept with me are only going off of some shit that another broad told them. Another thing...I'm with your ass if I'm not working, doing something with, or for my mom; or chilling with my brothers," I yelled getting frustrated with her around the about bullshit argument.

"So Dana didn't tell you she was pregnant from you" she yelled back crossing her arms across her chest mugging me.

"No, I haven't spoken to that girl since the club incident a few days ago. Is that who you styled today?" I asked curiously. I watched as she bit down on her bottom lip. If the situation wasn't so serious I'd have her little ass screaming out daddy. "Seriously baby think about that shit. Dana only said that stupid shit to have you arguing. I pointed to her and then myself. You letting her succeed by feeding into her bullshit"

She just shook her head and chuckled. "You always try to turn this shit around on me Dame to make me look stupid. It is not going to work this time around," she spat. "Jennifer who the hell is Dame?" I questioned with my brow raised. She clamped her hand over her mouth in shock. "Did I just say that out loud?" she asked to no one in particular. I just shook my head and walked closer to her.

"I am not sure who the hell Dame is, but I know for a fact that Dana not pregnant by me. So, you, and Dana can miss me with that bullshit. I thought you were starting to trust me, but obviously that last nigga got your head so fucked up that you don't realize a good nigga. Furthermore, I may be a hood ass nigga, but my mom raised me to respect women. My pops told me when I found my queen I would know it. For the months that I was tracking you I knew your ass was the one. I cut all the hoes I was fucking with off, Dana ass included.

I feel myself falling for you and I'm not trying to get hurt for another nigga mistakes, so call me when you get that bullshit together and want to be in a committed relationship, and you are ready to trust me fully, and open up about your past. She opened her mouth to speak, but I held my hand up. "I don't want to hear shit you have to say Jennifer. I have been begging you since the beginning to open up about that fuck ass relationship you were in, but you chose to hold it in; so you deal with the shit you just created. I care for you and I can love you through and pass the pain, but until you decide to let me in I'm fucking done ma," I spat out.