So Gone - By Jennifer Luckett Page 0,1

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Even while pursuing my college degree, I fantasized about having an extravagant wedding. I would walk down the aisle in a beautiful wedding dress with a long train trailing behind me. At the altar, my husband-to-be would stare into my eyes with love and longing that was insurmountable. My heart would flutter like the wings of a butterfly as I stared back into his pretty browns. That was my fantasy.

Hmph! All it was so far was a dang fantasy because Blunt was a trip for real. He was the total opposite of the type of man I had expected to fall in love with. He wasn’t the white collar type with a respectable job and a legitimate income. Nope, he was a boss in the streets who loved to splurge, club hop, and make his paper flow like water.

Of course, with the fast money came a multitude of problems, and every one of them had breasts attached to them.

In spite of it all, Blunt was my everything, but when you love a man too hard, you often lose yourself in the process. I think that’s what happened to me. I was so busy trying to please Blunt that I forgot who I was and what I stood for.

After a year of nonstop drama and being let down over and over again, I was fed up and looking to move on if he didn’t change for the better. “Blunt if you don’t appreciate me, the next man surely will,” I had recently reminded him.

I knew I was a good catch. I was twenty-nine years old, 5’5", fair skinned, thick in the hips, and small in the waist. My attractiveness was not all that I brought to the table. I was the principal of Harper High School in Atlanta, Georgia. I earned a nice income and was fortunate to own my own four bedroom, three car garaged home. I wheeled a cherry red 2012 Lexus Coupe, and I was not behind on the car note. I considered myself kind and understanding. If that wasn't enough for Blunt, oh well.

Whenever the relationship blues had me feeling down and out, I counted my blessings. I was young, educated, and I was in the profession of my choice.

“My life would be even better if I put my foot down and refuse to deal with anymore of Blunt's bs,” I told myself early that August morning as I got dressed and left for work.

The day was going quite well as I re-entered my office after going out for a sandwich on my lunch break. I could feel that my knee length midnight blue Calvin Klein dress had gotten a tad bit snug the moment that I sat down at my desk. At a perfect size six with a curvy shape, I wasn’t the least bit worried about it.

I was good.

As long as my boobies sat up, tummy in, and ass out… I was so not trippin’ it. I never had to sweat the body issue.

As I stood up from my desk, my lengthy jet-black hair with blonde highlights flowed down my back. I glanced out of the window and watched the cars roll down the street. I was a few seconds into a daydream when I heard my secretary’s voice come over the intercom.

“Miss Alexander, you have a call on line one and the caller says it’s important that she speaks with you,” Mrs. Jones informed me.

“Is it the parent of one of our students?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No, Ma’am. She says it’s not pertaining to a student here at the school. She’s insisting to speak to you, and she’s being quite rude about it.”

“Okay, I’ll take the call. Thank you.” I picked the phone up. “This is Molaysia Alexander; how can I help you?”

“Mo’, this is Chunuchi. I’m not far from yo’ job. I need you to keep Devin’s badass for me. He showed off at school today and got suspended for three days. He won’t do shit that I tell him to do and I’m sick of his li’l black ass.”

“I called his daddy three times, and that mofo won’t even answer. I gotta go to work, and I cannot be late again, or I'll get fired. Can I leave Devin with you at the school until his sorry ass daddy can pick him up?”

Chunuchi was Blunt’s crazy baby mama. I can't believe she has the audacity to call my job with this. Like, really? I frowned while tapping a pencil