It has been a week since Trina, Malikah, and I performed our stakeout at Marcus's apartment. He has spent every night this week at my place while that whore, whoever she is, is at his place. He hasn't mentioned anything about her and neither have I. Trina has been doing her drive bys to make sure everything is everything at his place. But like I said, he's been here.
It's Friday night. Marcus will usually hag with the boys before he comes here but he called me earlier at work and wants to meet for dinner. This out of the norm so I instantly get nervous. I've been to the bathroom at least three times. I can't decide what to wear. Should I wear something sexy? Or should I wear something casual in case I have to fuck him up? I am going crazy because I don't know why the sudden change. There is one thing about Marcus... He is very detailed oriented. He has a routine. He likes things an exact way. For him to change to change his schedule just for dinner with me means there's something up.
As I enter Carlito's, one of Marcus's favorite Italian restaurants, the hostess escorts me to a table. Obviously Marcus is running late, which is another reason fro me to panic, but I try not to. I order a glass of wine and take out my compact to inspect my lip gloss. I'm interrupted when the hostess brings a woman to my table. It's the woman that was at Marcus's truck that night at the stakeout. I was in shock. I could not move. I'm sure my mouth was open but I couldn't believe that this woman was sitting at the same table as me. Was Marcus playing some kind of game?
She extended her hand to me with a big smile, "Hello, I'm Peaches. You must be Leslie. "
I didn't extend my hand to her. Nor was there a smile on my face. "Yes, I am Leslie. Peaches, is it? Do you have any idea why we are here? Together?"
"Yes, Marcus invited us to meet one another". Peaches replied as she scannned the room. The way she was looking, I just knew that Ashton Kutcher was going to pop out of somewhere and tell em I was being Punk'd or something, but she was only looking for the waitress to order a drink.
Although I was mad as hell, I didn't want to make a scene at the restaurant. Marcus and I visit this restaurant frequently and I respected the fact that we were in a public place and the consequences that would occur if I acted a damn fool, like I really wanted to do. Besides, Peaches didn't seem a bit concerned that Marcus's other woman was having dinner with her. And how the hell did she know my name? That stanking dog has been talking about me to his bitch? I couldn't wait until he walked his ass in here!
Twenty minutes into this very awkward situation and still no Marcus. I tried to avoid contact with Peaches and held no conversation with her at all. Peaches was busy surveying the menu. I couldn't take it anymore. "It was nice meeting you, Peaches, but I'm leaving now".
"Why? Girl, a sista gotta eat. Sit down. Let's get to know each other. We will probably be seeing a lot of each other".
"Excuse me? I don't think so".
"Why not?" Peaches was way too cool about this situation for me.
"Why not? Because I know about you and Marcus. I know you have been staying at his place. I don't know what kind of fucked up, sick ass relationship you and Marcus have, but I don't get down like that. You can have Marcus all to yourself. I already have to share him with his wife and now you?" I grabbed my bag and stood up again. Peaches grabbed my hand.
"You have it all wrong, Leslie. I'm not dating Marcus. He's my cousin, more like my big brother".
I sat down. " Marcus has never mentioned you. "
"Marcus has never mentioned his cousin, Georgia?", Peaches asked. I was really uncomfortable because as I was sitting there she was still touching my arm.
"Yes, but ... Wait, are you her daughter?"
A couple of times, Marcus mentioned a cousin named Georgia to me. He said she was more like a baby sister. Her dad killed her mom when she was around seven or eight and Marcus's family took her in. He said that when she got older, she ran off with some guy and they hadn't heard from her except on holidays or birthdays. They were very close. He protected her and tried to keep her out of trouble, but he said she has a " mischievous spirit".
"I'm Georgia. I changed my name to Peaches. Ain't too many strippers you know named Georgia". She laughed. I chuckled as well. My heart was at rest. I could breathe.
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