Taking the Risk - Amaunet Jendayi (tools of titans ebook TXT) 📗

round beige eyes, thick straight hair the color of milk chocolate, a pale complexion and is short with an angular build. "Tyson, you remember my daughter, Noelle?"

"Yes." His eyes seriously bulged out of his head at the sight of Noelle standing there in front of him. She didn't really look any better when he last seen her.

Noelle smiles widely at Tyson while she rearranges the flowers on the counter for him. Mrs. Kina goes to the back to pull more flowers. "When are we going to talk about what happened?" Noelle says when she is sure that her mother is out of earshot.

Tyson frowns and responds, "There is nothing to talk about." in slight anger.

Noelle wraps the flowers up tightly in some red and blue wrapping paper. "I believe there is. You-."

"You never told me that you were married, until your so called husband tried to kill me in that restaurant that night I was celebrating my sister's birthday."

"I wanted...I was gonna divorce him for you. That's the honest truth, you showed me a lot that my husband hasn't even shown me, Tyson. I know I messed up, but..." She hands him the flowers as her words trail off.

Tyson takes the flowers. Noelle continues, "Lil Marvell is waiting to see you."

Angered, Tyson whispers wanting to yell, "You know that he ain't none of my children. The doctors even told you that he ain’t mine with that DNA test. So, stop!" With that, Tyson storms out.

3

Aynslee Velasquez

 

Aynslee had Maryanne leave when she found her knocked out on the bed snoring after Aynslee put on the last outfit around 6:50pm. Maryanne was sleepy drunk and didn't know what was going on when Aynslee woke her up. When Maryanne left after making sure Aynslee would be okay.

 

She took a nice hot shower, something Aynslee hadn't had in a very long time, she knew that Tyson would be back soon, and she could have sworn that Maryanne said that he was taking her out to dinner tonight. Her ankle didn't hurt as bad as it did when the pain meds she found out she was on wore off. So, she is walking a whole lot better, still limping a little but not very much to the point where it could be noticed.

 

 

 

Coming out of the bathroom, steam slithering out behind her, she looks outside. It is dark and there are plenty of street lights and cars zooming by, and some cars are parked. Looking at the clock it reads: 8:45pm. She didn't know when Tyson would be here so instead of daydreaming about how the dinner is going to go, she took her time getting ready.

 

 

 

Straightening her hair, painting her nails with nail polish that Maryanne bought her along with the clothes, shaving (using NAIR) on her legs; she sometimes laughed at herself because she could not remember the last time she tried to get all dolled up for a date. Except in high school and her first date with Patrick. The thought of Pat made her skin crawl, but she knew that he'd find her, somehow.

 

 

 

Even whenever he was in jail, he'd have his "goons" or "boys" always keep a close eye on her to make sure she wasn't "creeping". When it was really him that was doing all of the creeping behind bars with random girls, his baby mama, and the occasional male oral for extra favors.

 

 

 

She steps into the vivid red dress that is medium length and skirt that flares out when she twirls.

 

 

 

The sleeves are a mid-arm, along with the black wedges. She checks herself in the mirror and smiles at herself. She knew that she look good, but deep down there is a boiling insecurity about her weight that nearly claimed her life when she was in the 12th grade.

 

Throwing up so much has caused her many issues and she was on the brink of death. She was always weak, sometimes she could hardly speak, and her skin was always dry no matter how much lotion or shea butter she put on, also she was always sick and barely made it out of high school due to too many sick days. But, she always made sure that her grades were always on point, in high school or in the hospital. She wanted so much for herself and not even being bulimic was going to stop her.

 

But now she knew better than to try that again all because her mother told her that she was always fat and ugly. But after that hospital stint, Aynslee knew that she was lying, only because she; her mother; was the one that was ugly and obese.

 

Hearing a car pull up, Aynslee walks up to the window to see Tyson getting out. She couldn't see what he was wearing, but she was so happy that he was here. Finding herself almost running to the bedroom door, she had to remind herself that she barely remembered him and that she needed to slow her roll. She didn't want to appear to be a fast ass like most of the young females out here.

 

Tyson knocks on the door then opens it to see Aynslee standing in the mirror trying to fix her hair. "Hey."

 

Jumping at the voice, Aynslee turns around to see Tyson wearing a black and white suit with a tie, not one of those clips on ties that Patrick wore. It is a real tie. "Hi." She turns back to the mirror. He walks over to her, "Are you ready?"

 

She sucks her teeth, "No, my hair. This piece..." She holds the strand between her index finger and thumb, "it won't stay out of my...face." She begins to get even more frustrated, wanting to snatch the strand out and let that be that. She would just have to have that one bald spot on the front of her hair near her forehead.

 

But, Tyson steps in before she could snatch the hair out, "Let me see." She moves the strand to his hand and he twists it around his finger, pulls his finger out, and the strand coils to the side of her face, out of her face. Gasping a little jealous, she playfully shoves him giggling, "Where did you learn that?" She grabs a black jacket that goes with the dress.

 

"I have sisters. Two older and two younger. The older ones taught me hair, nails, makeup all that and the younger ones taught me tea parties and dress up." He says with much pride and no shame.

 

Aynslee chuckles as they exit the bedroom and walks down the hallway and down the stairs. Aynslee didn't realize how huge the house was considering that she stayed in the bedroom all day, talking and laughing with Maryanne. As they walk past the kitchen, she peeks in and sees a few staff members cleaning and some cooking something while the others sat around small folding table playing cards.

 

They stop at the kitchen entrance, Aynslee cranes her neck to get a better look. The kitchen is massive and resembles a fancy restaurant kitchen. "Jere?"

 

Jere; a tall man with a very feminine build, full beard and a small moustache, and thick, straight, short chocolate colored; gets up from the small folding table where he and a few other staff members are playing cards. He steps to Tyson and Aynslee, "Looking good, ma'am." He eyes Aynslee.

 

Tyson playfully gets jealous and strikes a pose, "What about me? Don't I look ravishing?"

 

They all share a hearty laugh. Tyson grabs Aynslee's hand while saying to Jere, "We are going out for the evening. So, y'all can do whatever. Just don't mess up the house."

 

Jere does a soldier salute, "Yes sir!" Aynslee chuckles as her and Tyson exit the house.

4

Aynslee Velasquez

 

Whilst the limo came to a halt, Aynslee smells the flowers that Tyson had bought earlier and gave to her once they got in the limo. She then steps out once the driver opens the door, follow by Tyson.

 

Aynslee stares at the huge bright neon red and lavender colored marquee letters above the entrance of the beautiful restaurant. She had no idea what the name of the restaurant is because it the letter is in a foreign language and too bright. Tyson takes her hand, she flinches a little and he gently touches her fingers. "It's okay." He smiles, "Shall we?"

 

She too smiles as they enter the establishment. Upon entering the smell of expensive food, invades Aynslee's nose making her scrunch her face up in disgust. They stop at a small podium where a male with a handlebar mustache and a saddening color gray suit looks up from whatever he is reading and says with a fake French accent, "Name, please?"

 

Aynslee goes into a giggle fit while trying her best not to do it out loud, at the man's attempt at the French accent. Tyson smirks and answers, "Reese, table for 2."

 

The man looks at what Aynslee believes to be a registration book, "Ahh, yes." He bends over and pulls two menus from under the podium, "Right this way."

 

He commands straightening his tie and walking out into the crowded restaurant. They follow. The restaurant is very nice and looks extremely expensive. There are couples dressed to the nines, sitting across from each other, and chattering silently amongst themselves. Some couples are holding hands and smiling at each other. The man stops at a booth next to the window. "Here we are, sir."

 

Aynslee slides in and Tyson gets on the other side of the table and slides in as well. The male sets the menus in front of reach of them. "The server that will be serving you tonight will be Miss Lori. She'll be around soon for your drinks. The wine menu is on the table." Tyson and Aynslee look at the wine menu next to the napkin dispenser and back at the male. "Have a nice time." He walks away with his shoulders back and head held high.

 

Aynslee couldn't help but titter at the male once again as she picks the menu up to look it over. An instant frown washes over her face when she sees the prices of the food, even the appetizers were over $50.00. Tyson notices the frown and he frowns as well, "It is okay. I got it." He assures her, she pulls a weak smile still not so sure.

 

But, there was nothing that she could do about it, she didn't have a job or any kind of money to pick up the tab if she wanted to. When she