Chardonnay: A Novel Read Online Free PDF

contacts, weave, nails, all fake. Had on too much
make-up, yet so beautiful. It seemed like she was trying to emulate me.
    “Just got him to break things off with his college town girlfriend. What was
her name?”
    “Started with a S.” said the other woman who was petite with long
natural hair.
    “Yeah. San-something.” she winked and tisked again.
This woman had to be older, seducing college boys with money.
    “Get....the hell...away from me, bitch.” I snapped.
      She laughed at me. They all
were laughing at me.
    “Tell ‘em Lexi said hi. Matter of fact I’ll go tell our man myself .”
    “You bet not go near him!” the outburst of words bellowed from my
belly. She was making me look stupid.
    “Tuah! In three...two months tops, you’ll be history.
This is the big time now, and you can’t even begin to decipher what games are
really played here.”
    She blew smoke in my face and stood up. I could have stomped her
down there, but it wasn’t the way I did things. Was raised better
than that. Even if my momma was a gold digger, she taught me more than
that weave wearing, groupie on a dick could ever. Momma told me there would be
days like this. She told me to hold head strong and smile in these bitches face
as much as possible, because in the end, I had something they wanted. But I was
getting tired. Tired of smoke blown in my face, fake
pregnancy cases, calls in the dead of night. Tired of
it all. Myron looked away from the conversation he was having and saw
the woman confronting me, glancing my way. He played everything off as if
nothing had ever happened, as if she just came to my table to say, “Hello” and
returned to his conversation.

3
    Holding
Loose

    I came back to reality when Myron called my name twice.
    “Char, Char! You hear me babe?”
    “I’m sure Myron. I just been stressing about school and my
parents.”
    I couldn’t tell him the truth. I wasn’t ready to give him up yet.
    “Cool. I’m wit you. Denim coming over tonight, and we all gonna have
the house to ourselves.” he said looking as if he was perpetuating a lie.
    Denim was Konstance’s man, and a bigger hoe than I believed Myron
could ever be.
    “What about your sister?”
    “She gonna kick it wit her people. She won’t be here. I’m thinking
about us all going to my penthouse downtown.”
    “And Mystro and Katura?”
    “Naw, he taking her somewhere else. Out to eat
or some shit.”
    “Sounds cool.”
    “Plus, there’s something I want to talk to you about anyway.”
Myron let me go gently and finally reached over for a towel to cover him from
the waist down. I watched the fickleness in his eyes gloat over me and then
retrograde somewhere distant. So distant I couldn’t place the emotion I was
seeing in his eyes. Then the slight guess I had scared me as to why I had never
seen this look in his eyes.

    Feelings
for another person come from the feedback they give you, the love, trust, and
betrayal that they give you. Having not betrayed him before this look wouldn’t
have been familiar to me. But was it a look of betrayal? Did he already
know? And that’s when I remembered the original reason I was there. Swallowing
hard I looked away from his stare.
    “There is a reason I haven’t been picking up your calls.”
    The seriousness in his face told me he was not content with my
actions of not doing so.
    “And?”
    “I just don’t feel like...you love me enough—”
    “Wha-what? I don’t love you enough? Girl, I love you with
all my heart.” he said flopping down on his made for a kingdom sized bed.
    “I just want—”
    “Want what, cause whatever it is I’ll
give it to you. I love you Chardonnay.” he said as he sat up and pulled me
close . I started to hold back tears. I had to tell him the truth.
    “Myron I love you too. But I think we should go somewhere private. Now!”
    Myron looked at me again as if he was trying to see what I was
thinking. He looked around the large room nowhere in particular and