Book 9 of the
Curvy Goddess Series
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A BROKEN LOVE
Book 9 of the
Curvy Goddess Series
©Copyright 2016, Leila Lacey
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It was a night of celebration, excitement and love. Three years of hard work was finally coming to its miraculous and joyous launch.
It had all started six months after Nya and Angelo had come home safe and sound. The ladies had been at their usual weekly lunch, when Nya had mentioned wanting to find a black owned skincare line for her kids. They had all agreed it would be great if there were a one stop for finding business’ that were owned and operated by African American people.
Not to take anything away from any other nationality but to support the black community wherever they could. On that day, Ebony Power had been born.
Ebony Power was a commerce site, connecting consumers with African American companies, ranging from electronic commerce to connecting consumers with a range of services from doctors to housekeeping services. Whether it be big business or small business, all were owned and operated by African American people.
The site had been launched to amazing fan fair with a little over fifty thousand businesses signing up the first day.
Tonight was the night of the one millionth consumer, for Ebony Power, and it was a star studded event with stars from Will and Jada to Oprah and Steadman. All were in attendance to celebrate this momentous occasion.
As the guests made their way to the beginning of the red carpet, which is where the first section of still photographers were. The large logo statue for Ebony power was staged behind the guests for optimal pictures.
Vixen was the last of everyone to arrive, because her flight from Rome had been delayed due to bad weather. As usual, she looked absolutely stunning in a Dark red Monique Lhuillier™ Off-the-Shoulder Ruched Mikado™ Gown with rosette details. The gown featured a sweetheart neckline; V'd back and Cap sleeves. The pleated full skirt with tulle detail at the sides were capped off by a rounded hem; back train. She posed for the photogs who wanted to get shots of her. She posed from the front, then, at their request, she turned around and posed, so they could get shots of the back of the dress. One of them shouted to show them her jewelry.
Tahkoda had agreed to be her escort slash bodyguard and he was doing an exceptional job. He kept fixing Vixen’s dress, so it would look perfect in the photos.
They walked past the hundreds of TV crews and couple of reporters, who also wanted to do interviews with Vixen.
As they passed the stands where the fans sat, some of them shouted Vixen’s name and she waved to them, which got them cheering. Then they navigated the crowded carpet past more TV crews as they made their way to the last section of press on the carpet, another area of photographers.
Working the red carpet was a little like working a crowd at Improv™ and Vixen was the woman for the job.
As she and her entourage entered the event location, she was greeted by the Diva yell of Phoenix screaming, “DIVA!”
Vixen officially felt like she was home, she’d been spending the majority of her time in Paris for the past ten months. Pissing the ladies off but also expanding her fashion empire to an entirely new level. She and Gavin’s couture BHM menswear line was all the rage, like everything else Vixen touched. It also put a million more things to do on her plate. All of it exhausting and sometimes, she just wanted to throw her hands in the air and walk away. But she knew within hours, she would be right back at it.
Especially, with the dissolution of her marriage to Daniel. Something she still couldn’t believe was happening. She’d seen on the internet about him dating again. He’d been the trending name all over social media, going from being married to a curvy successful black woman, to a stick thin redheaded Caucasian former model who had her own organic skincare line.
Everyone and their mothers were speculating if this was the reason their marriage had fallen apart, a question Vixen and Daniel had refused to answer publically, to this day.
It’d been hard to be away from her family and loved ones, but she’d needed the space from the constant reminder of what she thought she had with Daniel and how things came to be. While the boys usually spent the majority of their time with their mother, they hadn’t as of late. At twelve years old, all of them were into sports, namely football and basketball, so they’d been in the states with Daniel for the past few months.
Vixen missed her sisters, she missed her sons and she missed her life. Her only saving grace had been Tahkoda Foote, her new bodyguard. Their lives had all become public, each one of them were in the blogs and morning news shows at least once a week. They’d become more recognizable, forcing Gavin to insist they all have a least one bodyguard with them at all times.
Vixen and Tahkoda had become really good friends. He reminded her a lot of Gavin, which reminded her of Sal, Daniel, Randy and Nick, which reminded her of her sisters. Tahkoda was a meticulous and particular as Gavin was about her security and that’s why it had been decided, he would act as her escort to the launch event this evening.
“AHH!” Vixen squealed hugging Phoenix and Camille at the same time. “I missed you all so much!” Then she reached to hug Nya.
Nya stepped back, putting her hands up. “I’m mad at you! Who told you to take yourself to Paris and stay?” she asked angrily.
“Lord have mercy, Vixen is your best friend, not an extra appendage,” Phoenix retorted. “We don’t all have to be together, all the time.”
“That is easy for you to say, you just saw her last month!” Nya shot back.
“Yup!” Phoenix snapped back. “Cause I got my non-stubborn, non-angry ass on a plane when I missed her and went to Paris to see her. I mean it’s Paris, it’s a win, win. Well, it is for women that don’t need an anger management mental health team.”
“Phoenix…” Nya spoke quietly. “…Your mother!” she finally said when Phoenix looked at her.
“Give me a hug, woman!” Vixen finally spoke shaking her head and laughing. She really did miss these crazy ass women and she had no idea why.
“Okay, okay. My turn!” Sal said hugging Vixen.
“This event is amazing ladies. You should all be very proud of what you’ve accomplished,” Andrew interjected raising his glass to them. “I can’t think of anyone that is willing to try and give Amazon™ a run for its money and be successful at it.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure Bezos has never encountered anyone like these three ladies before,” Nick added kissing Phoenix.
“I couldn’t and wouldn’t have done this without my girls,” Vixen said smiling taking the champagne Gavin had gotten for her.
“Well, you sure as hell didn’t need a husband,” a voice came from behind Vixen.
She knew it was Daniel even with all the noise and talking going on around them. His voice had always sent shivers up her spine and she felt pretty sure it always would. She turned around, extending her hand for a shake. “Hello, Daniel. I’m so glad you were able to come.”
Daniel ignored her hand. “Everyone, this is Svetlana. Svetlana, this is everyone. I will introduce you to them individually later.”
As if they were the Harlem Boys Choir, the group said in unison, “Hello.” All were staring at Daniel in shock.
“Hello,” Svetlana greeted in her strong Russian accent. Svetlana was a six-foot-tall red haired, size zero super model. The total opposite of Vixen in every way. “Daniel, I need a glass of champagne, would you get one for me?” she whined running her hands over his chest to make a point of letting them all know, especially Vixen that they were and would be sleeping together.
Looking around at his group of friends, even the fellas were giving him a dirty look, he knew it was going to be best if he took her to find a drink. “Okay, Uhh—why don’t we go to the bar? I need something a little stronger,” he said walking away without another word.
“Did I just see what I think I saw?” Camille asked.
“Yup! You did…a bitch move,” Nya retorted.
“Is she white?” Sal asked.
“Why would he bring a woman to Vixen’s party?” Andrew asked looking entirely lost.
“Is she white?” Sal repeated.
“Because he needs me to kick his damn ass!” Nya replied angrily
“Is she white?” Sal said once more.
“Um…Guys, I think we need to stop talking about this,” Alisha spoke up, motioning over at Vixen who looked like she’d just been gut punched.
“I—what? I’m f-fine,” Vixen stammered, tears pooling in her eyes. “Excuse me. I need to go to the ladies room.” She rushed away before any of them could say anything.
Gazing at Tahkoda, Gavin twitched his head in Vixen’s direction, indicating for him to follow her.
“Excuse me, I have a promise to keep,” Nya said handing her glass to Sal and digging into her clutch for her blade that she kept on her at all times.
“NYA! Don’t do it,” Camille whispered, not really looking as if she wanted to stop her.
“Is she white?” Sal asked one more time.
“YES, SAL!” Gavin yelled. Looking around when he realized how loud he’d been. “Yes, okay? Yes, she is white, so what?”
“I’m just trying to figure out how pissed off Vixen should be. I mean how the fuck do you go from Nefertiti to Heidi? That’s like going from Beyoncé to Sigourney Weaver. You just don’t do that.”
“Well, you may want to figure that out later, mate,” Nick said pointing in the direction Nya had went in. “Because right now, your wife is about to cut your best friend’s dick off.”
As if coming out of a trance, Sal realized he was holding Nya’s purse and she was already halfway to Daniel with a blade in her hand. “OH, SHIT!” Sal exclaimed jogging toward his wife. “Nya, sweetie?”
“Gavin, aren’t you going to help him?” Alisha asked him.
“NOPE! I’m staying far, FAR away from that. Even Osama Bin Laden knew not to piss Nya off.”
“I may not stop it, but I’m sure as hell gonna get a ringside seat!” Phoenix said grabbing Camille’s arm.
“OOO… Wait for me,” Alisha replied running behind them.
A waiter went by with a tray of drinks, Nick grabbed three of them drinking one before the waiter could get a foot away from him.
Drew stood staring at him, with a look of wonderment.
“Don’t look at me like that, mate. If I were you, I would join me. In the words of my beautiful wife, shit just got real. It’s gonna be a long night.”