my clothes out your house was cool?" asked Murder.
"What do you want Jaiden?" an annoyed Brielle sighed.
"What you mean what the fuck I want? I want you to get off that bullshit." Murder replied.
"I'm not on any type of bullshit. I'm just not taking your bullshit any more."
"Look you letting these bitches get in your head."
"No you let bitches get in your pants, and that’s the problem," Brielle said getting pissed off reliving this.
"Bri you never caught me cheating, you just going off these chicks word. Where's the trust"
"Trust? You want me to trust you and I have proof of you sleeping with other chicks," she questioned.
"They had them pictures made Bri, that wasn't me," Murder continued to lie.
"Really? That's your story and you sticking with it?" she asked.
" It's not my story, it's the truth! I love you Bri."
"Love? Oh please. I know you don't love me Jaiden because you got that letter on Friday. It's Monday and you just now calling to plead your case. If you loved me you would of called the second you finished the damn letter. So miss me with the bullshit Jaiden please." Brielle was now pissed off. How dare he throw love into the equation when he knew he was dead wrong.
"Bri, come on I was nothing but loyal and faithful to you. Where's your loyalty to me?" Murder tried.
"My loyalty? If you cheat on a woman that's willing to do anything for you, you cheated yourself out of true loyalty"
"Bri, I love you. Don't do this."
"It's already been done. We're over Jaiden.
"This ain't over. You'll see," Murder said hanging up.
As soon as she hung up, she let out a much needed scream. How could Jaiden really believe she would put up with his lying and cheating? He didn't care about her when he was screwing other girls, but now he wanted to think about her. He could really miss her with the bullshit. As soon as she was about to call her girls, Keyshia interrupted her, informing her that her 10 o'clock appointment had arrived.
"Thank you Keyshia, in five minutes send him in please." Brielle said still aggravated from her phone call with Jaiden.
"Will do," Keyshia responded. Five more minutes with this fine ass man in my face, I could definitely handle this man while he waits, Keyshia thought to herself.
~~~~~
Kiyan was nervous as hell waiting to meet with Brielle. He wasn’t a punk but he was scared she was just going to say fuck him. He was definitely determined not to take “No” for an answer. He found out from Alonzo the name of the company that she owned. So he thought that if he worked as Alonzo's image consultant he would get back on her good side. Boy was he in for a rude awakening. After the morning she was having, he'd better hope God was on his side. Kiyan noticed Brielle's assistant was giving him the eye, but he didn't have anything to offer her. She was cute, but she was definitely not his type. Shit, she wasn't Brielle, Kiyan thought to himself.
"Mr. Sanchez, Ms. Williams is ready for you," Keyshia walked over to him with an extra sway in her walk.
"Thank you," Kiyan smiled walking, thinking she just made a damn fool of herself.
When he walked in Brielle's office he noticed it was beautiful. She had the best view he had ever seen. She had style. Brielle was on the computer and on the phone so she had yet to look up to see him.
"Yes, thank you. I'll make sure he will be present on Thursday at your event. Okay, you have a good day," Brielle hung up the phone and finished typing. She said, "Sorry Mr. Sanchez you can take a seat," still not looking up.
"Thank you," Kiyan responded. As soon as she heard that voice, she just froze up. It couldn't be, she looked up. Damn, it was. Just my luck, she thought.
"What do you want?" she questioned.
"Damn, could I get a hello first?" Kiyan smiled.
"Hello, now what do you want?" Brielle asked.
"First of all, I wanted to ask you about representing Alonzo and to hear your plans for him if you decide to accept him. Second, I wanted to come to you in person to apologize for being an asshole yesterday." Kiyan explained.
"I'm listening," Brielle waited.
"Brielle, I'm sorry. No I apologize for being an asshole on our date yesterday. I assumed the worse of you based on my past experiences and I made an