Line Of Trust

“I would have but you are never here,” Rochelle said before she turned back to Cynthia. “So, apparently, Miranda was pulling the moves on Taylor and my sister dug deep and fished out her proud black woman before she slapped her hard across the face,” she said proudly. She suddenly turned around and looked at her sister. “That’s what happened, right? You slapped her across the face?” she asked. Desiree smiled and nodded.

“Yes, that’s exactly what happened,” she said.

“But aren’t you scared of what could happen?” Cynthia asked. Desiree shrugged and looked at her.

“What could possibly happen?” she asked.

“Well, the likes of Miranda Littlejohn have grown up feeling entitled and being slapped is the kind of thing that they would report to the cops as assault or even sue you,” Cynthia said.

“Please, let her bring it on. I’ve got my grounds well covered,” Desiree said.

“So, now that we know why you are here, where is Taylor?” Rochelle asked.

“Back at his place. I took the truck and drove over here alone,” Desiree said.

“Why did you leave him on his own?” Rochelle asked.

“Because I am having a bad day,” Desiree said.

“So, what? We all have bad days. But we have our own way of dealing with it. But don’t you think that he is freaking out?” Rochelle asked.

“I agree,” Cynthia said.

“I don’t understand why you guys are making such a big deal of this,” Desiree said as she took the bowl from Cynthia and took a bite.

“You guys are just recovering from your issues and just when everything is going well, you take a swing at a woman and leave Taylor all alone without…” Cynthia began saying before Desiree put her hand up to silence her.

“This is none of your business, Cynthia,” she said.

“True that, but have you asked yourself one thing? How is Taylor handling this?” Cynthia asked. Rochelle looked at Desiree and nodded.

“I agree. I mean, I know that Miranda can be a piece of work but Taylor never acted on her advances. And I am sure that the way you left must have left him all confused,” she said. Desiree looked at the two of them and shrugged.

“So what do you want me to do?” she asked.

“First off, does he know why you needed your quote unquote time alone?” Rochelle asked.

“I should think so. I was pretty pissed,” Desiree said matter of factly.

“Oh honey, do you know nothing about men?” Cynthia asked.

“Why?” Desiree asked. Cynthia looked at Rochelle and shook her head.

“Sweetie, Taylor may not have any idea why you wanted time alone,” Rochelle said.

“What do you mean? It was quite obvious. Miranda was flirting with him, a bit too much,” Desiree said.

“Yes, that’s true she was, but Taylor may not have noticed that. So right now all he knows is that you are being a hot head for nothing and the fact that you are not picking up his calls is grounds for him worrying. In fact it’s just a matter of time before he begins blowing up our phones with texts,” Cynthia said. Rochelle nodded.

“I agree. If there us anything I am sure of It’s the fact that Taylor loves you to death and there’s no way a woman like Miranda flashing her fake t*ts would ever sway him from you. He is yours, Dee. You bagged yourself a keeper this time around,” Rochelle said. Desiree smiled and then took a long deep breath. She looked at her sister and cousin and realized that they may have been right. She was acting like a spoiled brat and it wasn’t helping anyone.

“I think I should go,” she said as she stood up. Rochelle smiled and nodded.

“I’ll talk to Tony. You will be getting a call from your new handler tomorrow morning,” she said.

“Handler? You make her sound like she works for the CIA or something,” Cynthia said. Desiree smiled as she picked up her purse.

“So, fake t*ts, huh?” she asked.

“Please, everyone knows those things are fake. They look worse than Karlie Reid’s bre*sts,” Rochelle said rolling her eyes. Desiree smiled and walked out leaving the two in the house.

“Who’s Karlie Reid?” Cynthia asked.

“Only the oldest wannabe celebrity in the world.,” Rochelle said. “Her bre*sts look like someone pumped out a huge percentage of the silicone on one side and ran over the other side using a truck,” she added. Cynthia frowned. “Now you’ve got the perfect idea of what Miranda Littlejohn looks like,” Rochelle said as she walked out of the living room, leaving a shocked Cynthia behind.