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later. By then she had packed up and moved to California.
Veronica had been a thorn in Avie’s side since she and Carlton had gotten together. Brandi had had no such problems with another woman. Now she had a big one. “I’ve given my life to my family and to the business. There’s never been time for me…”
“And whose fault is that?”
Brandi held Avie’s wedding picture in her hands, trailing her finger across the happy smiles of the bride and groom. “And to think I turned down Michael Cobb, a Fisk man, for Vernon.”
“And Michael was fine, too—and upstanding,” Avie mused.
Brandi blinked to clear her vision, thinking of the one she let off the hook and tossed back into the water. “Vernon was a driven, intelligent, but compassionate man in the beginning—all the qualities of a Morehouse man. His only flaws were that famous Morehouse arrogance and being a little under his father’s thumb. And I accepted that. Unfortunately, his ‘flaws’ have snowballed into something I can’t bear.”
Avie took a sip of Dr Pepper. “Time to pull the rug out from under the Black Stallion.”
“Yes, it’s time to stop playing at being married, stop giving so much, and start saving my money. My future, Sierra’s, and Simone’s depend heavily on the intelligence I went to Fisk to cultivate.”
The fact that she had to think that way at all angered her beyond reason. The moment she got pregnant, Vernon had all but insisted she turn the business over to him and stay at home. They had a major argument, one that lasted the entire pregnancy. She worked up until a week before the due date, stopping then only because Sierra had decided to come a few days early. If Brandi had her wish, they would have wheeled her to the delivery room on the copy machine. Pregnancy was a bitch. She couldn’t even keep water down for the first month and spent several days on intravenous feedings to get some nutrition. The smell of food had facilitated payments to the porcelain god so many times, she thought about just moving into the bathroom. She didn’t know how Vernon talked her into doing it twice. He had pushed for a third and fourth. She told the doctor that if she got pregnant again, despite regular use of birth control, he could wake her up after the kid came out and she’d cut and tie the tubes her own damn self.
“Avie, it’s time to get down to business.”
“
Just
so you know, I’m gonna treat you like a real client.”
Brandi grimaced. “So, after all I did when you bought this place—washing the windows, painting these walls, and scrubbing the floors—now I have to pay full price? What happened to the family discount?”
“Girl, please, when have you ever paid for me to represent you?”
Brandi’s heart pained as she looked up at her friend. “I’ve never needed you this way before…”
Avie blinked twice before laying the legal pad on her desk. “I’m giving you a list of things to do. I want you to sleep on this tonight. Some of it’s a little under the radar, but you’ll have Vernon by the short and curlies.”
Brandi turned to face her lawyer. “The who?”
“Pubic hairs. Trust me, it’s better than putting a vise grip on his balls.”
After what Avie had done to Vernon’s father—the man didn’t have any “short and curlies” left—Brandi knew her lawyer and friend was capable of bringing any man to his knees.
In some ways she already felt sorry for Vernon.
C HAPTER
Eight
A s Brandi slid a sly glance at Tanya, standing on the doorstep in all her glory, she saw more than a way to get back at Vernon. She now had an opportunity to strike a blow for every wife who had unwittingly shared time, space, and dick with the unknown and had walked away with a bruised ego, insecurities, and less than their fair share of the financial power they’d helped to build. This was one lesson she wouldn’t fail to teach Vernon, and Tanya would be the main source of his pain.
Brandi and
Veronica had been a thorn in Avie’s side since she and Carlton had gotten together. Brandi had had no such problems with another woman. Now she had a big one. “I’ve given my life to my family and to the business. There’s never been time for me…”
“And whose fault is that?”
Brandi held Avie’s wedding picture in her hands, trailing her finger across the happy smiles of the bride and groom. “And to think I turned down Michael Cobb, a Fisk man, for Vernon.”
“And Michael was fine, too—and upstanding,” Avie mused.
Brandi blinked to clear her vision, thinking of the one she let off the hook and tossed back into the water. “Vernon was a driven, intelligent, but compassionate man in the beginning—all the qualities of a Morehouse man. His only flaws were that famous Morehouse arrogance and being a little under his father’s thumb. And I accepted that. Unfortunately, his ‘flaws’ have snowballed into something I can’t bear.”
Avie took a sip of Dr Pepper. “Time to pull the rug out from under the Black Stallion.”
“Yes, it’s time to stop playing at being married, stop giving so much, and start saving my money. My future, Sierra’s, and Simone’s depend heavily on the intelligence I went to Fisk to cultivate.”
The fact that she had to think that way at all angered her beyond reason. The moment she got pregnant, Vernon had all but insisted she turn the business over to him and stay at home. They had a major argument, one that lasted the entire pregnancy. She worked up until a week before the due date, stopping then only because Sierra had decided to come a few days early. If Brandi had her wish, they would have wheeled her to the delivery room on the copy machine. Pregnancy was a bitch. She couldn’t even keep water down for the first month and spent several days on intravenous feedings to get some nutrition. The smell of food had facilitated payments to the porcelain god so many times, she thought about just moving into the bathroom. She didn’t know how Vernon talked her into doing it twice. He had pushed for a third and fourth. She told the doctor that if she got pregnant again, despite regular use of birth control, he could wake her up after the kid came out and she’d cut and tie the tubes her own damn self.
“Avie, it’s time to get down to business.”
“
Just
so you know, I’m gonna treat you like a real client.”
Brandi grimaced. “So, after all I did when you bought this place—washing the windows, painting these walls, and scrubbing the floors—now I have to pay full price? What happened to the family discount?”
“Girl, please, when have you ever paid for me to represent you?”
Brandi’s heart pained as she looked up at her friend. “I’ve never needed you this way before…”
Avie blinked twice before laying the legal pad on her desk. “I’m giving you a list of things to do. I want you to sleep on this tonight. Some of it’s a little under the radar, but you’ll have Vernon by the short and curlies.”
Brandi turned to face her lawyer. “The who?”
“Pubic hairs. Trust me, it’s better than putting a vise grip on his balls.”
After what Avie had done to Vernon’s father—the man didn’t have any “short and curlies” left—Brandi knew her lawyer and friend was capable of bringing any man to his knees.
In some ways she already felt sorry for Vernon.
C HAPTER
Eight
A s Brandi slid a sly glance at Tanya, standing on the doorstep in all her glory, she saw more than a way to get back at Vernon. She now had an opportunity to strike a blow for every wife who had unwittingly shared time, space, and dick with the unknown and had walked away with a bruised ego, insecurities, and less than their fair share of the financial power they’d helped to build. This was one lesson she wouldn’t fail to teach Vernon, and Tanya would be the main source of his pain.
Brandi and
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