Page 2 of Pulse of True Soulmates
Fatima sucked her teeth.“Girl, fuck this conference. I’ve already done all of my presentations. All I’m going to miss is tired ass dinners with a bunch of sales reps arguing about which drug works best. Pick my ass up at six. Let me go so I can make this flight. Aeon, don’t say shit to that man yet either.”
Nothing else was said before the line disconnected. Aeon felt overwhelmed at the moment. She glanced at her watch before she decided to forego the visit with her father. One thing about Vernon Blackwell, he could sniff out if something was wrong with his daughter. Fatima, unfortunately, wasn’t the only one who didn’t care for Troy. When two of the most important people in her life didn’t like the man that she was with, that should have been the biggest red flag.
She wasn’t sure how all of this would play out, but she knew it would be with a bang. Hopefully the bang wouldn’t befrom the barrel of Fatima’s or Vernon’s guns. That was a huge possibility.
THE NEXT DAY . . .
Aeon was convinced that her best friend missed her calling as an agent for a federal agency. When Fatima was on go, there was nothing that could be done to stop her until she was ready to stop. As soon as Fatima’s ass hit Aeon’s passenger seat, she gave out orders.
First, they went to an electronic store. Fatima purchased a GPS tracker and a set of indoor cameras. She asked Aeon if she knew where Troy went for the bullshit cornhole competition. Aeon had a good idea where, so they headed that way. They weren’t looking for Troy; they were looking for his car. It wasn’t hard to find his Bronco on oversized wheels in the parking lot.
Fatima hopped out, put the GPS tag on his vehicle, then they were on their way. When they got to Aeon’s house, they went to work, putting the cameras around the house. It couldn’t be a production if there was no way to play it back. The plan was to drop Aeon’s car off at her father’s house, then come back to Fatima’s place to hang out until they caught a cheater. Fatima parked her car outside of her garage whether she was there or out of town for work. Therefore, it wouldn’t throw bitch ass Troy off if he saw it.
Troy didn’t bother to call Aeon last night or this morning. He texted her and told her to have a great day. She wished him the same and made sure she mentioned her all-day classes. “Do you think the girl he’s cheating on me with is a white girl?”
Fatima’s head snapped in the direction of her best friend where she sat on her bed. “Bitch, I don’t care if she was purple. None of that matters. “
Fatima and Aeon’s friendship was a balance of opposites. Where Aeon was an introvert, Fatima was an extrovert. Fatima had a ‘fuck it up then leave’ personality, while her best friend had an ‘if we ignore it, maybe it will go away’ personality. Aeon never wanted to be in the spotlight, but Fatima considered herself the spotlight. Fuck being in it. Their opposites were what brought them together as best friends. Both of them would go to war with God and His son over each other.
Aeon knew before she asked that the next question she asked would get her further cursed out, but she couldn’t help it. She had to ask it out loud to get it out of her head. “Do you think he cheated because of my condition? I know it limits me sometimes when?—”
“Aeon, if you want me to slap the fuck out of you, that was all you had to say,” Fatima said through gritted teeth. She hated the insecurities that lived in her best friend because of her condition. She took a moment to calm her nerves before she said anything else. “Troy is an asshole and has always been. Please don’t allow his actions to imprint an impression of who you are onto yourself. Yes, you have POTS. Yes, there are certain things that you have to be more cautious about doing than others.
“I hate that this happened to you. I can promise you this though: When you meet the man that’s supposed to be just for you, I hope he fucks the POTS right outta your ass.” There was a beat of silence before both of them erupted with laughter. Fatima was the most politically incorrect, nonfiltered person that Aeon had ever met. She didn’t count her father because she always knew him.
While the girls waited for Troy to make his move, they watched television in Fatima’s room and talked. Fatima’s phone dinged around one in the afternoon to let her know that Troy was near. She had set the geotag to alert her when he got to the beginning of their street. “Alright, bitch, we about to have some action. Let’s pull up these camera feeds on this television. I need to see this shit in big picture.”
Aeon had a doorbell camera on her front door, but she was horrible about charging it. Fatima or her father had to remind her often to do so. Yesterday, cameras were put in the living room, both bedrooms, office, and kitchen. One would have been put in the bathroom if Fatima had anything to do with it. She wanted to make sure the whole house was covered.
The loud roar of Troy’s modified Bronco could be heard from a block away. As clean cut as him and his family were, they were redneck as hell too. Fatima inconspicuously peeked out of the window to get a glimpse of Troy and his ho. Her head tilted. The girl looked familiar, but she couldn’t place her. “I think I know that bitch,” she mumbled when she climbed back on the bed.
Fatima and Aeon were glued to the cameras’ feed. They weren’t exactly sure what they would do once they saw the damning evidence against Troy, but they knew something would be done. Seconds later, Troy opened the front door of Aeon’s home then stepped aside to let his whore in. Aeon gasped before she covered her mouth. “Tha . . . that’s Jordan’s girlfriend, Erin.”
“Who Jordan?” Fatima asked in disbelief. “Jordan as in his best friend that he lives with. Bitch, I know you’re lying.”
Aeon looked on with a broken heart, wide eyes, and disbelief.Troy is fucking his best friend’s girlfriend!She was pissed that he had the gumption to cheat in her house. However, she did feel a sense of relief when they went into theguest bedroom. At least he had enough respect for her than to fuck a woman in her bed.
“Troy, I think we need to just get a hotel room until our apartment is ready. Scott has been looking at me suspiciously.” Erin’s voice was filled with angst. She was tired of not being able to be with the man she loved out loud. These little meetups were the only time that they had to be together alone.
Troy’s eyes held confusion. “What the hell does Scott have to do with us, Erin? He has his own girlfriend to be concerned with.” Erin’s paranoia grew daily.
Erin sat on the bed then crossed her legs. “Troy, you know if Scott thinks something is suspicious, then he’s going to say something to Jordan. Please stop acting like you don’t know your best friends. And what about Aeon? When she finds out, she’s probably going to pass the hell out.” She giggled. “I mean, her ass passes out for way less.”
You’re right.” Troy agreed with a chuckle. “It’s like walk three steps . . .” He put the back of his hand on his forehead then did his best imitation of Aeon when she passed out. While they both burst into laughter, her broken heart hardened.
“Wow!” Fatima said with a shake of her head. “Your boyfriend is a fuck ass all the way around. Oh, and Jordan’s girl is a whore.” An idea hit her like a brick. “Do you have Jordan’s phone number?”
Aeon side-eyed her. “Yes, I do. Why?” She had Jordan’s and Scott’s numbers for emergency reasons.
When Fatima told her to call him, she hesitated. With a deep sigh, she found his contact on her phone, pressed the call button, then put it on the speakerphone. Jordan answered on the fourth ring.“Hello, Aeon, is that you?”This was the first time that she’d ever used his number. When the friend group exchanged numbers with her, it was more of them beingnice than for emergency reasons. He was confused as to why she would need to call him.
“Hey, Jordan. This is actually Aeon’s best friend, Fatima. I’m not sure if you remember me.”She’d been around the friend group a time or two, but they were not her speed. To her, they all came across as the kind who would commit a crime then throw you under the bus even if you had nothing to do with it.
Now Jordan was even more confused. Yes, he remembered Fatima. She was a hard person to forget.“Yes, I remember you. Um, how can I help you?”
“Yes, so, I’m a shoot from the hip kinda girlie. I’m at my house with Aeon, and we are looking at your girlfriend, Erin, and Troy in Aeon’s house about to have sex. Apparently, they’ve been dealing with each other for quite some time,”she said all in one breath.
Jordan was frozen in his seat. There was no way this girl that he barely knew was serious.“Look, I don’t know if this is some kind of joke, but my best friend and my girlfriend would never do anything like that.”He chuckled. Aeon and Fatima heard him ask Scott if he put us up to whatever joke this was. Scott didn’t find his question amusing and told him to put the call on the speakerphone.