SHORT STORY: If Only You Knew - PART 11

Samantha

“Hello Ms. Jones. This is P.I. Burns.” I greeted.

“Yes Mr. Burns. How are you?” The unknown person returned the greeting.

“I’m good. Look, I don’t have a lot of time to waste. Laila will be coming back to our room pretty soon. I just wanted to give you an update. Your suspicions of James Collier are precise.”

“How precise Mr. Burns?” The unknown person questioned with a hint of defeat in her voice.

“Like a sniper shooting its target.”

Silence fell upon us. I always hated giving my clients unfavorable news. More times than not, it was never a happy ending. However, that’s what I’m hired to do and I take my job extremely serious.

“Heyyyy girlllll!!!” I faked a smile when Laila entered the room.

“Hey boo.” Laila responded.

“When you get off the phone, let’s hit the town and do some shopping.” Laila continued.

I shook my head up and down and returned to my phone call. “Okay mama, I will call you back soon.”

“Take plenty of pictu--.” I heard my client say before I ended the call. Is she fucking kidding me? What kind of private investigator does she think she hired? The proof is in the pudding along with pictures and recordings. I’m not a rookie to this shit. I’ve been a private investigator for fifteen years and haven’t had one valid compliant. “Take plenty of pictures.” I mocked and shook my head.

Against my will, Laila and I headed in to town so we could do some shopping. Laila was really starting to get the fuck on my nerves with her nasty ass. Hiding my discontent for her has been quite a chore, I must say. As pretty as she is, her self-worth is on E. How can you sleep good at night knowing that you’re sharing dick with your best friend. Now, let’s get one thing clear. My real name is Brandon Burns. I’m from Dallas, Texas and I love pussy. Being a lover of pussy,  I can honestly say that we get caught up in some messed up situations, but I would never sleep with my wife’s best friend, sister, neighborhood, home girl, mama and the list goes on. I just couldn’t do it. The number one rule of the game is you never sleep where you shit at. On the flip side, I really wanna beat the shit out of James for giving men a bad name. Not to mention, he is sloppy as hell with his bullshit. Who fucks in a bathroom in front of an open bar? Do you know how many eyes are lurking around in a hotel lobby? He might as well had put that hoe on stage and sold tickets for people to watch them fuck. Now Shon on the other hand, she was nice. I would definitely step to her if I didn’t already have a girlfriend. Shon wasn’t as bad as Laila, but she definitely was easy on the eyes. She worked hard and took good care of her boys from what I had been noticing. I loathe the fact that she was a little naïve though. I’ve been watching her day to day moves and sometimes, the clues fall right in her lap without her even catching on. I guess that’s why I went the extra mile to get as much evidence on James punk ass as possible. The person that hired me really cares for Shon and doesn’t want to see her get hurt. She even went as far as getting me a temporary job at a call center just so that I could befriend Laila’s trifling ass. After this trip, the truth will be exposed. In the meantime, I’mma sit back and enjoy my vacation on this island thanks to my client.

“Girl, I got some tea for you.” Samantha bounced up in town in the cab.

“Spill it girl, spill it.” I pretended to be interested.

“Jimmy worked my body so good last night. He can play mad at me all he wants, but I know he can’t resist this kitty cat. That man has me rethinking some things.” Laila blushed.

“Like what?” I responded as though I was irritated. Immediately, I had to get back into character.

“Oohh girl. Why do you sound like that? Let me find out you low key digging my man?” Laila teased.

“Bitch please. He’s not even my type.” I smacked my lips and stared out of the window.

Once we got in town, the first store that Laila wanted to hit up was a lingerie shop. Why am I not surprised? Most of the shops were closed due to Christmas; however we were able to find one that was open further up the road. We shopped and gossiped like normal. After about two hours, we hit up the only local diner that was open to grab a bite to eat. In between bites, Laila continued to give me the run down about her rendezvous with James last night.

“Here’s the kicker. I called Jimmy this morning to tell him Merry Christmas. You know this muthafucka had nerve enough to say fuck me and then hung up?”

“Biittcchh…why the hell would you do that?” I chuckled. “I thought you were going to let them folks rest on Christmas. You know, let them have that day. At this point you’re just disrespecting those damn children.” I shook my head.

“Whatever.” Laila waved me off. “I’m not tripping. After he put it on me so good last night, I sort of felt sorry for the Christmas gift I left under his tree, but to hell with him now. I wish I could see his face when he opens it.” Laila grinned.

“Girl, what did you buy that man for Christmas?” I asked while turning up the volume on my recorder. I had the recorder taped to the inside of my thigh and the mic was resting on tissue inside of my bra.

“A pregnancy test! I made sure to place it in an oversized red box with a shiny gold bow. The tag on the box is addressed to Jimmy from your secret admirer. I also put a note below which said: ***well, I guess it’s not a secret anymore***”