The Curvy Girl Next Door: A BBW Romance (3 page)

CHAPTER 5

“So you won’t let him take you on a date but you will let him move in with you?”  Toni was saying to Angela smiling at her like the cat that caught the canary.  Angela had been in total shock all morning.  Once she left Julian’s house she could not believe that she had just blurted out that he could come and stay with her for two months. It was like for three minutes she had, had verbal Tourette’s.

Angela’s first had been her husband and they had dated for months before they had finally made love. Angela was no prude but she just was not the sleep around type. She definitely did not let men anywhere near her daughters. But something in her told her that Julian was different.

“He is not moving in. I am helping him out. He has done so much for me since me and the girls moved into the house and all I have ever done is bake him a cake and said ‘thank you’. I want to do something for him.”

“Yeah, you want to do something for him alright,” Toni said laughing at her.

“Will you please finish your work so that we can go to lunch?  I am starving,” Angela said laughing.

“Aww… isn’t this nice?  The two little piggies are going to lunch together. Where are you ladies going? Dunkin’ Doughnuts? Krispy Kreme?” Sandra Lexington said to Angela and Toni.

Sandra was Mr. Lexington’s wife, his much younger wife by about thirty years. She was a walking monument to gold digger. Once Mr. Lexington had finally married her, she had gotten over one hundred and fifty thousand dollars of “improvements” so that she could “look good” for her husband. From her gigantic size boobs to her colossal ass she had made sure there was not one item on her body that was original. She had always mistrusted and watched Angela from day one. After all, the way she had met Mr. Lexington and weaseled herself into his bed and then his pocket was that she had once done the job that Angela was doing. Except Angela was pretty sure she had done it from her knees.

“No, Sandra, we are going to a new restaurant that we heard about called Gold Digging tramp,” Toni said to her. “I have been told their manipulative shrew is to die for,” she finished winking at Angela.

“Why you little...” Sandra started to say but was cut off my Angela buzzing the intercom and saying, “Mr. Lexington, your wife is here to see you, sir.”

“Oh thank you, Angie. But of course send her in,” he said.

Releasing the button and not even giving Sandra the satisfaction of looking at her, Angela said “You can go right in ma’am.  Your husband is waiting for you.”

Sandra stomped passed Angela’s desk and into his office slamming the door behind her.

“One of these days I am going piss her off and see how high I can get her blood pressure to see if one of those puppies pop!” Toni said.

“HA!” Angela said laughing “Alright you are cleaning that up.”

“Girl, isn’t anything in there but nut!” Toni said laughing.

“Nut?” Angela said not picking up on what Toni was trying to say at first then grasping what she meant.  “OH EWWW! No Toni!” she said “Get your purse and let’s go crazy,” Angela said.

“You know I have a filthy mind,” Toni said as they were walking to the elevator.

“Yeah, I know you need to tone it down a little maybe,” Angela said shaking her head.

“Girl, I believe if you’re gonna do something then you gotta put your foot in it,” Toni said as they boarded the elevator.

“Fix it Jesus,” Angela said pressing the button for the executive garage.

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Toni and Angela went to Penelope’s.  It was a new bistro that was down the street from their office building.  They had just gotten down to ordering their lunch; Toni ordering a bacon double cheeseburger and Angela ordering a salad. 

“Are you on a diet again? I see you ordered salad for lunch,” Toni said to her.

“No, I am happy with my body right now actually. I am pretty sure that God didn’t intend for all of us to be the same size. I just want to eat healthier. I want to be an example for the girls, you know?” Angela looked around at the restaurant.   This was the first time she had been there. Toni had been there a couple of times with her husband. Penelope’s was the newest restaurant on the block so, of course, it was jam packed with customers at lunch time. Looking around, Angela could see that this may be a place that actually stayed for a while. The owners had paid acute attention to detail. Beautiful surroundings and exquisite cuisine are all part of the Penelope’s experience.

The décor is elegant, smart and stylish. The service is friendly and attentive. All of this while enjoying live piano made for an unforgettable atmosphere!

Penelope’s offered a live piano bar entertainment and complimentary valet parking seven nights a week. The wine list is comprised of over two hundred different options with an impressive captain's portfolio and features an extensive by-the-glass selection, updated seasonally.

As Angela looked around the room at all the people dining together and the décor, she spotted someone she never expected to see, Julian. He was having lunch with a gorgeous woman. She reminded Angela of Beyoncé; seeing him sitting there with her as she ran her hand seductively up and down his arm obviously flirting and him staring into her eyes as they talked giving her his undivided attention, suddenly made Angela’s blood boil.

Angela knew it was wrong but she could not take her eyes off them. What right did she have to be mad? He was not her man. He had never even pretended to be interested in her. But she was pissed off. Angela realized she had come to enjoy the possibility of maybe being a “her and Julian” but after seeing him with whoever that woman was, she was pretty sure she was out of the running. Not by the way she looked but by the way he looked at her.

“What’s wrong?” Toni said looking in the direction that Angela was looking in. That was when she spotted Julian having lunch with some woman.

“Oh honey, I am sorry,” she said sympathetically, rubbing her arm. Breaking her attention away from the couple across the room, Angela looked at Toni and smiled. “For what?” she said to her as the waitress brought them their meals.

“Do you want to go over there and say something to him?” Toni said.  “I think I can take her.”

“NO!” Angela said.  “Julian did not do anything wrong and neither did she for that matter. He is not my man.  I have no claim on him. He is my neighbor and we help each other out from time to time, that is all. Now eat your food so that we can get back to work,” she finished taking a bite into her chef’s salad.

“Ok, for you I will let it go. But you ever see that heffa next door you call me. I got something for her,” Toni said in a hostile tone.

“What, Toni, what do you have for her? You cried last week when you broke a nail at the office,” Angela said laughing at her.

“Oh, I ain’t gonna fight. Ain’t nobody got time for that.   I am a grown woman. I don’t fight cute and shoot. I stopped fighting 10 years ago,” Toni said. Angela was laughing so hard she almost choked on her salad.

“No, I would bring her a pound cake and a half gallon of ice cream. The skinny ones always have a weakness for sweets. I would sit her butt down, give her a spoon and a fork and you take Julian and run,” Toni said.

“So basically you are going to bring her a plate of fat chic a la mode?” Angela said still laughing hysterically.

“Yes, girl with a side of thunder thighs,” Toni said laughing.

CHAPTER 6

‘Why didn’t she say anything?’ Julian was thinking. He was on his way home from a pretty busy afternoon.  First, he had lunch at Penelope’s with his sister-in-law. His brother was deployed and she was missing her husband something awful so he took her to lunch to get her mind off things for a couple of hours.

After putting her in a cab, he had gone to the YMCA for a few pick-up games of basketball and then picked up a bottle of red wine on his way home to bring with him to Angela’s house this evening.

Julian had noticed Angela as soon as she walked in the restaurant. Although it was loud and noisy with wall to wall patrons, he knew when Angela was in the room. For him, she lit up whatever room she was in. Her smile and her grace, the sexy way she walked in five and a half inch stilettos with such ease and grace.

‘I have GOT to stop thinking about this woman,’ he thought. It was starting to get a little pathetic.

‘Have you asked her out?’ Tom’s question rang in his head.   He had to admit he had never said anything to her about how he felt, but it was not always that easy. Every time he was within five feet of her, he was tongue-tied and all he could think of was kissing those luscious lips.

‘I guess I am going to have to remedy that tonight.’ 

Julian decided he was going to ask Angela out on a date over dinner tonight. He just hoped things were ok between them. He still was not sure why she had not at least said ‘hello’ to him today.

‘Why didn’t you say anything to her?’ he thought.   ‘Oh shut up,’ he told his sub-conscious.

He made a mental check list of things to do; make doctor’s appointment and get an MRI. 

When Julian turned onto his street, he saw Angela walking down her front steps with some guy standing way too close to her for his comfort. They were walking to what must be his car.

Julian pulled up in front of the car and jumped out.

“Hey!” he said to her. “God, you look gorgeous,” he finished looking her up and down. Angela was wearing a red lace maxi-dress with a double slit in the front that went up to the top of her thighs.  Her hair was all pinned on top of her head in a messy bun and she was wearing make-up, which she hardly ever did.

“Thank you,” Angela said looking at the man that was with her as he held the car door open for her. He nodded and went around to the driver’s side of the car and got in. Julian stepped closer to her and was enshrouded with the bright freshness of cherry orchid and lily blossom, infused with aloe vera and chamomile.

“I thought we were having dinner tonight?” he asked her.

“Oh, I saw you this afternoon. I figured you would be busy all day so I decided that I would go out with a friend that has been trying to get together with me for a while,” Angela said. The man she was with started his car.

“You know what?  We have to be going, Julian.  We don’t want to be late. Have a good evening,” she said.  Once she was settled in her seat and strapped in, the guy took off down the street. Julian did not even have time to comprehend what had just happened. He didn’t know how long he was standing there staring after their car, but he was snapped out of his shock by the neighbor boy from across the street saying, “Just cause she kicked you to the curb doesn’t mean you have to sit on it,” before laughing and running in the house.

Turning and stomping back up his walk way Julian was furious.

“What the hell was that all about?” he said out loud as he was pacing his living room.

“’I saw you this afternoon’. Well DUH! I saw you too.  That doesn’t mean I was going to be rude and break our date!” he was saying.

‘Date? What date? Isn’t she making you dinner to pay you back for letting her use your car?’ he thought to himself.

“Well yeah, but she has to know I want more right?  How would she know that? All your sappy carrying of the groceries, shoveling her stairs, fixing her car? She probably thinks you are just a really nice man that lives next door and thinks that is pathetic.”

“I DO NOT!!! I think she is seductive, surprising, capable, and she is hilarious. One more time, how would she know that?”

“UGGH!” Julian said. He needed to work off some of this energy.  Walking into his weight room, he sat down on his combo weight machine and started to lift the two-hundred and sixty pounds he had been lifting the night before when the power went out. ‘First things first, I have to stop talking to myself. Then I have to quit being a chicken shit and ask her out,’ he was thinking. He stopped lifting for a minute and picked up his phone looking at the time. ‘Eight-thirty; well, it doesn’t look like I am going to get a home cooked meal today. I better go and get something to eat,’ he thought.   Lying back down on the bench, he thought, ‘after this set, I am still too emotional. What is was this woman doing to me?’

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It was a little past midnight when the limousine pulled up in front of Angela’s house. At the last minute, Toni had asked her to stand in as her brother-in-law’s date for the SBA, Sports in Broadcasting Awards. Toni’s husband and his brother Shane had their own sports cable show they produced and directed and it was finally getting some traction and notice. They were up for Best New show tonight and Shane needed a date. Shane was gay and very private about it because he knew if it was known then his opinions and abilities would come into question when it came to the “manly” world of sports. The woman that was originally supposed to go had gotten the flu and couldn’t make it. Angela figured that Julian would be calling any minute to say he had other plans so she had gladly agreed to go when Toni had called her and asked and she had had a wonderful time.

“I really had a ball tonight you guys. Thank you so much for letting me come along.  I needed this,” Angela said to Toni, Mike and Shane.

“Oh girl, please; thank you for being willing to drop your evening and come with us,” Toni said.

“Oh please believe me, I would be watching re-runs of Law and Order tonight if it was not for you guys,” she said finishing the last of her champagne.

“What about that guy that was looking like a lost puppy when I came to pick you up earlier? I think he would have liked to spend the evening with you,” Shane said to her.

“WHO?” Toni asked.

“Julian,” Angela said.  “I am sure he was on his way to tell me that he had other plans and to offer me a bottle of wine to drink alone. Trust me, Julian is a military man, a smart man and he is sexy but insecure, he is not. So if he wanted to “date” me, as everyone keeps saying, then he would have said something by now.”

There was a quiet moment in the limo as the chaffer came around and opened her door.

“Congratulations again, you guys I am so happy for you,” Angela said to them. Opening the door on his side, Shane jumped out of the limo. “Let me walk you to your door,” he said as he got to the other side of the limo and reached his hand in to take Angela’s. She smiled at him and they shared a private moment.  Then he walked her to the door, gave her a long hug after she opened her front door, kissed her forehead and dashed off back to the limo.

Next door from his picture window Julian was watching the entire thing. ‘He kissed her,’ he thought angrily.

“She LET him kiss her,” he said aloud to himself as he started to pace.

Julian went to his bar and in the dark poured himself a scotch.

‘I don’t need light for this,’ he thought sitting down in his recliner with the bottle in his lap.

It was like Patti all over again. Six years ago, Julian had been head over heels in love with Patti Adams. Patti was the daughter of a Brigadier General. When they met, it had been love at first sight. They had spent every free moment together until her father had found out about their relationship. The moment he had told her that Julian was not worthy of her “station” Patti had changed. She became distant and cold.  Then one day he had gone to her family home to talk to her father like a man and to let him know he loved his daughter and do all that he could to be the best husband to her that he could ever hope for and to ask him for his daughter’s hand in marriage. Engagement ring in tow, he had knocked on the front door only to be greeted by Patti and her fiancé.   She had accepted a proposal two weeks before but had not “gotten around” to telling him yet.

Julian promised himself that day that he would never let another woman into his heart. He would never give another woman the upper hand over him.

Julian had thought long and hard about his relationship with Patti and he knew he had shared and given too much too soon. That is why she had treated his heart like trash. Well no more, the next time he said the L word to another woman it would be because she said it first.

‘Lot of good that theory did you,’ he thought to himself. Pouring himself another glass of scotch, Julian sat there brooding and drinking his pain away.