by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 115
My huge ten room apartment was deathly quiet. Thisley would be out for god knows how long. The cook, maids, and my driver were all asleep. And so was my little girl and her nanny. I was beat, pun intended. But I still wanted a little company.
I called Little John for the umpteenth time. I understood he’s got that business to attend to but he said we were to spend time together. We were to be close once again. His line picked up.
“Where did you go?” He said, “Was a problem with some john. Had to straighten it out.” “Then why didn’t you call?” He sounded peeved like I was being a nuisance, “I just told you.” I said, “You mean you still haven’t straightened it out?” “You my mother?”
I wanted to say fuck you, but then he would’ve hung up. So I said, “I’m all alone.” “I didn’t tell you to go.” I said, “You weren’t there.” “I was there, I just wasn’t where you was.” I said, “I was on your bed for an hour. I think that was more than enough time to find me, unless of course you were fucking that blonde.” “What blonde?” “You know which blonde, my girlfriend Blaine. The one you’ve been dating. The one I foolishly let say hello to you at that party that I shouldn’t have invited you to because you’re a pimp. “Oh, that party.” Blaine was a real deb blond WASP and a slut. It didn’t take you-know- who long to find out.
He said, “She’s an interesting girl. Been and done things I never done. Tell me you wouldn’t have done the same you was in my shoes?” I said, “I wouldn’t be in your shoes if I were cross-dressing.” He said, “You wanna be nasty, go ahead. Just because she came over don’t mean I fucked her.” I said, “You mean you talked about the deeper meaning of life?” He said, “How did you know?”
I should’ve hung up but I didn’t. What I needed was a long slow fucking and he knew it. But I had my pride. “Come on over and we can talk about life.” I said, “Not if you’re still seeing her.”
LJ said, “Look, I was about to call you, so calm down. I haven’t forgotten you.” “What part haven’t you forgotten?” He said, “All of you.” I said, “It would be nice if someone I cared about felt the same way.” He said, “I do. You know I love you. There ain’t no one else. That’s why you and me we always come back together.”
“Yeah, but you don’t treat me nicely.” “I treat you nice all the times but you get selfish. All you think is about yourself. I want something and you get all cranky and pouty. That’s why I haven’t been paying attention to you. That’s why I don’t call you. You can be a selfish bitch.” Johnny Cochran. Case closed.