She's Obsessed

2 | Leah

2 Leah

“Leah, if your damn nervous fiancé texts’ me one more time me, him, and you are going to have a problem today.”

“Girl, what he want now?”

“He wants me to ask you if you remember where he left his watch because apparently, it wouldn’t only be bad luck for him to see you before the wedding, but I guess he can’t text you either. That’s the only explanation he better have for texin’ me a hundred and fifty times.”

Leah’s best friend and matron of honor, Trina Hamilton – basic chick: thin, 5’7, dark skin, long weave – were in an upscale salon off Lakeshore Drive getting ready for Leah and Jayceon’s wedding in a few hours. So far, everything was in place. The church was beautifully decorated, the fresh rose petals were all set to be thrown by the pretty little flower girls dressed in pink, and Leah’s twenty-four-inch sew-in was cut and curled exactly how she envisioned it would be.

The esthetician said, “keep your eyes closed, please,” as she carefully applied Leah’s hybrid lash extensions.

“Trina, text Jace back and tell him to check on top of the sink in the downstairs bathroom.”

Trina rolled her eyes. “Girl...”

Leah is a thirty-year-old sales agent working in her mother’s privately owned real estate firm. When her parents divorced, she and her mom moved to Chicago’s Northside from Columbus, Ohio in route of a new start that didn’t include the man that tore their family apart: her father. Leah’s dad seemed to set up residence at every other address around town besides theirs. Feeling her daddy’s abandonment from the womb messed Leah up more than she’ll ever admit to anyone, including herself. Her mother still hasn’t realized the outrageously priced meaningless counseling sessions were of no help since Leah was so high most of the time, she didn’t even hear a word the quacks spoke. With her mom working ninety hours per week – and her dad still out making babies in every zip code – cocaine, and the little yellow happy face pill, had become the only therapist, and parent, she depended on.

Being an only child, Leah had become a loaner. Other than Trina, she didn’t have girlfriends...or boyfriends for that matter. She never trusted anyone long enough to get close, but for some reason, she handled Jayceon a little differently. It could be because it was lust at first sight for Leah. Her panties started to stick to her wet p***y lips, just watching how the words fell from his mouth. She thought he was so sexy, with a swag that couldn’t be touched. Leah was into Jayceon from the start but didn’t take anything he said to heart; they were just having fun, getting to know each other, and sexing like jackrabbits. Back then, she believed she and Jace’s good times weren’t too much more than just that. Her daddy had indirectly taught her long ago that just because you let a man f**k you in every hole won’t make him love you, so she didn’t take any of what Jayceon was giving serious until he did. Once he broke down the many layers of compacted concrete that surrounded her fragile heart, Leah opened herself up to the idea that she was better than her mother’s sad song, or her father’s sickening lifestyle.

Despite all the years of problems and turmoil with her parents, failed relationships, and drug abuse, Leah now lived a life she could be comfortable in. She’s in love, has a big bank account, and keeps the rage from her childhood controlled the only way she knows how. Her motto is a blunt a day will keep the shrinks away that was still trying to get into her head – per her mother’s checkbook – to solve her problems at two hundred fifty dollars per hour.

Leah is a beautiful light-skinned female – the pretty redbone type. She stands 5-foot-3 inches and weighs one hundred thirty-seven pounds. She has perky c-cup’s, a little waist, and a nice juicy booty. With a BA degree from Ohio State, Leah is sexy and smart, so finding a man was never her problem; keeping one, on the other hand, was a different story. That is until she fell for Jayceon. He showed her a new way of life, teaching her what love was really all about. After taking her time to learn the man she was falling in love with, Leah quickly discovered she had a good dude that would never hurt her in any of the ways she watched her father hurt her mother time and time again. She trusted Jace, allowing him to do his own thing without keeping the leash too tight. She did, however, warn him enough times for him to know, “Don’t come back home smelling like another b***h; and keep your hoes off my phone, out of my inbox and off your i********: pic comments, and we’ll be just fine.”

Leah accepted the fact that all men cheat; the way she figured, it was in their nature and their d**k heads, so she let Jayceon do him, she just better never, ever find out about it...

Once her lashes were finished, Trina said, “Leah, you look so pretty; I think you’re ready.” Trina and Leah both admired Leah’s freshly beat face and the Brazilian hair that flowed to the center of her back.

“You’re right, T. I think I am ready.” Leah gave herself one last look before she stood up, ready to leave the salon and go marry her man.