Unwanted

Xyla POV

If someone came to me and told me my birthday would end with me in a room full of officers, Maxim Bethel, my aunt, and a random woman named Kelsey who keeps giving me the side eye, I would have told them they were lying straight to my face because ain’t no fucking way.

My day really did start out normally. Well, as normal as it can be when it’s your birthday.

22hr earlier

I woke up with the most annoying fucking headache on the planet. My friend did my lace front last night, but I forgot to take a painkiller before she started my hair.

I like glue less frontals so they look secure no matter what but the band was tight as fuck.

I groan as I sit up and stretch.

“I only have to keep this shit on until after my brunch,” I remind myself. It’s not every day a beautiful voluptuous black woman turns 25, now is it? I check my phone and notice over 100 notifications. A lot of fucking birthday texts is all it is. A lot of the people texting me aren’t my actual friends. They are just people who know who I am and want to be my friend. Tough shit.

I check the time and see that it is 10 am. My brunch isn’t until 2 pm, thankfully I can relax before. I have enough time to go downstairs and get breakfast. However, I should tread lightly. I know how long it takes me to get ready. I take so long that I even shock myself.

I wrap myself in my fluffy robe. kick on my fluffy cat slippers, and head down the stairs of my huge house. I made sure to grab my rat tail cob and maneuvered my way to my scalp carefully to aid with the painful itching.

I make my way to the dining room and I don’t see anyone in the house.

Odd.

There are always at least 4 people wandering around the house. I start to wander into the kitchen where I see a giant pink gift basket on the kitchen island.

“So I see gifts but I see no father. Am I missing something?” I say out loud to myself. “I guess I will make my own birthday breakfast then,” I sass.

In our kitchen, there is a huge pantry connected to it. I walk toward the pantry when I hear hushed whispers. I lean in to listen closely and that’s when. Hear my father’s voice. Before I can listen closer or even take a second to make out what anyone is saying, the pantry door opens to reveal my father and Marc Bethel, his business partner and my godfather. Before I can say anything or even question why they were both in the pantry, I am cut off.

“Happy birthday Princess!” My dad squeals as he goes to crush me into a bear hug.

Now I am around 5’10, and very thick, but nothing I have ever been insecure about. I have big boobs, thick thighs, and a pudgy stomach, but I love every part of me. I wear hat I want, eat what I want, and work out when I want. Why? Because I look good as fuck and no one can tell me differently.

My father, on the other hand, is 6 foot 3, dark-skinned, and built. He has a day bod but a muscular fit dad bod if that makes any sense.

“Oliver put the girl down. Let me wish my goddaughter a happy birthday,” he bellows.

My dad sucks his teeth and puts me down and Marc responds by crushing me in another bear hug. I couldn’t help but giggle.

“Happy birthday Xylophone,” Marc says as he puts me down.

“Thank you Marc with a C.”

When I was younger, I used to call him March with a C faithfully because when he introduced himself, he said his name was Marc with a C and not with a K. I thought he said Marc Withersea, and the rest is history. The name just stuck.

My father and Marc have been business partners for as long as I can remember. They started a real estate company when I was younger and they have turned it into a million-dollar company. They have designed projects from office buildings to apple stores, to buying out spaces and renting them to moguls.

In simplest terms, they are rich, so I am rich. Marc has been like my second father my entire life. He has a wife and kid of his own but he and my father spent so much time together building their own business. I’ve pretty much been a daddy’s girl my entire life.

In my mothers opinion, my father worked to much and didn’t give her enough attention. In all honesty, I don’t blame her. If a man isn’t giving me what I want. I am gone. Why am I putting up with the bullshit? Lets be honest here. There are way to many dicks out there for me to be concerned with what one man is doing when seven others want me.

My mother remarried but my father got full custody of me. Not that my mother fought hard for me anyway. My relationship with my mom is okay, she did remarry and end up having two other kids though.

I am a silent partner in my fathers company. It is technically owned by 4 people. My, my father, Marc, and Marc’s son Maxim.

Speaking of Maxim. In simplest terms, we butt heads like children. Even when we were actual children, we never got along and if I am being honest, I don’t think we ever will.

It had absolutely nothing to do with race either. Maxim was just a dick to people and I thought he could be a dick to me and I would take it. My mouth is quick as fuck and he learned that early in life. In other words, play with your mother, not with me.

“So what do you have planned for today?” Marc asks me.

“Oh I came down expecting a birthday breakfast but it seems Pat is nowhere to be found. So I was going to make my own, that’s why I was headed to the panty. Then I have to get ready for brunch but I just wanted something in my stomach before I started drinking.”

“Nonsense, I will make my goddaughter’s breakfast. Over easy eggs on whole-grain avocado toast?”

“Yes please,” I smile as I kiss his cheek and head to sit around the kitchen island.

In no time, Marc had three plates ready to go. I still have enough time to get ready so I choke down my food.

“What do you guys have planned for today?” I ask as I stuff my face.

“We are actually flying out today to look as some properties in Phoenix,” my father says quickly and I stop chewing and look up at him.

“You’re flying out on my birthday?” I ask with a sadder tone than I meant to. I have never had a birthday dinner on my actual birthday because that time was always reserved for my dad. We have been doing it forever.

“I’m sorry Xyla, I couldn’t reschedule, and we have competition for the properties. It’s an upcoming area and I- “

“It’s fine, I said cutting him off. “I get it. We will just have my birthday dinner when you come back,” I say with a forced smile. “I’m so sorry Xyla,” my father says.

Why am I so hurt by this? I can feel the tears threatening to fill my eyes. My father has always scheduled his life around my birthday, so one time won’t kill us, I guess. I guess it’s just something I look forward to every year.

“I clear my throat, “It’s okay I swear. I should actually be getting ready for brunch now anyway. Don’t want to be late for my own birthday,” I smile before I hop off the stool and make my way to the door.

“Don’t you want to finish eating,” Marc said sadly.

“Just wrap it up, I will finish it when I come back from brunch.” I walked back towards my father and Marc and kissed both of them on the cheek before I headed upstairs.

I sit down in front of my vanity and take a deep breath before I look at myself in the mirror. Sad bitch later bad bitch now I whispered to myself.

I put my shower cap over my bonnet that’s over my lace front period I feel like I am wearing three hats period I head into the shower before I text my group chat to see if these late Bitches are getting ready period I am that friend that is always on time and I will be that way forever.

It’s go time.

I hop out of the shower and turn on my Bluetooth speaker. The first song that plays is Telfy by Maiya the Don. I lotion my body and put on my tiny spaghetti strap white top, and I put a black shirt over it so no makeup gets on it. I am not wearing a bra today, these nipple piercings will just have to be seen.

I decided to go full glam face with the smoky silver glitter cut crease period if I have all this money and I can’t teach myself to do things with it then there would be no point.

My makeup is done. My outfit is on period to match the tiny spaghetti strap top it came with a matching floor-length fitting skirt I definitely cut a very high slit into that skirt I couldn’t shake my ass properly in it without the slit.

I paired it with dangling silver earrings, a silver arm cuff, and these strappy thigh-high silver heels.

Hmm, I am about to eat these hoes up.

Maybe the gym has been working because my ass looks plump and my stomach looks extra flat today.

I look thicker than a snicker. I look good as fuck too. I love hyping myself up. If you don’t, then no one else will.

I finally take my bonnet off and take my 28 inches down from the pin curls. No, I really look good.

I check the time, and notice that I am on time to be late. I checked the group chat to see that my bitches are on their way.

I call a car around to come pick me up at the mansion as I make my way downstairs. I am stopped once I see the living room is full of white roses period my father knows me so well. I Notice there are some flowers in the corner from a guy I used to talk to as well but I choose to ignore them and choose peace.

I exit the house and I make my way down the stairs in these hills as best as I can. As I exit the house, I hear a loud giggling and I look over to see Maxim staring at me from his house. Did I mention Marc lives right next door in his mansion? The houses were far enough apart but close enough that I could see the white of Maxim’s eyes.

He stares at me with a look I can’t fully grasp while a woman who I’m assuming is his girlfriend is kissing all over his face and neck. Why are they even outside?

Will he pay attention to his bitch and stop looking at me? I can’t stand him.

The car pulls up and the man emerges and grows my hand as I make my way down the stairs and helps me into the car.

We take off down the road and I proceed to take selfies in the car. My goal is to get one good picture today one way or another.

I decided to do brunch at a black-owned restaurant. I am turning 25, I wanted a fucking vibe. I made sure to pick a place with hookah, bottles, and antics. It better be as good as the review said it was.

I arrive when I see a line outside. Oh baby this ain’t gonna work.

The driver helps me out of the car and a couple of heads turned in my direction. I know I look good.

You walk straight to the bouncer in hopes of getting some clarity but before I can speak he immediately tells me to get to the back of the line and my head jerks back in shock. Because why is he so rude?

“Even if you have a reservation,” I ask with an attitude.

“What’s the name,” he asked annoyed.

You know what, if my male pattern baldness ran in my family I think I would be upset about life too, I think to myself.

“Xyla Cabal.”

His eyes widened at the sudden sound of my name and his lips quivered. “I am so sorry Miss Cabal, right this way please,” he says as he moves to let me enter.

I don’t know who shit in his coffee this morning but he needs to figure his attitude out. No one told him to work here. I walk in until I see Tanika, my best friend along with a few other people from our table including Rochel and Perrie. We have all been friends for a while there have to be at least 15 people at my lunch table.

Let my birthday brunch begin!

But the most important thing I thought of when planning this brunch was the food. The way I plan on drinking, I will definitely carbs to soak up all this alcohol.

I order a skirt steak with eggs and hash Browns with a giant hot pretzel with cheese. I had bottle service and everything I needed to do a 25th birthday right.

We placed our food order and then went off to take pictures until the food came. Ain’t no way I wasn’t getting pictures in this outfit. Always take pictures before you eat. Your stomach is at its flattest and Your makeup hasn’t settled in your pores yet.

“Yes, bitch!” Tanika creams. “Looking like a pure Egyptian goddess! Eating these hoes up!” She continues to yell and laugh as she takes pictures of me. We love a supportive queen.

“Happy birthday Xyla, Xyla, Xyla,” the DJ shouts over the mic, and everyone at my table cheers. I should expect that cheering about 55 more times throughout my brunch.

The mimosas are flowing, and shots are coming to me from every direction. I feel good as fuck right now. But I’m also aware of my surroundings. I ain’t work hard to extend this ass in this gym for no reason. I am gonna use it.

Speaker knockers come on and I climb on the top of the booth chair and shake my ass like rent is due.

This man is deejaying like his rent is due too because as soon as juveniles back that ass comes on, I get off the couch and plant my feet on the floor. I don’t even know where my shoes are at this point.

This is my moment.

I know my ass looks amazing moving, especially with this dangerously high slit I put in the side of my skirt. I feel hands on my hips and a groin on my ass and I turn around so you make sure it was one of the people I was with but it wasn’t.

Quickly this man was moved from behind me by the boys and the girls at my table. Why do men feel so audacious? He made his way from wherever he was to come and bother me while I was minding my business. I prefer to dance alone.

Link was the one who pulled him off me. Link has to be my closest guy friend. I see Link and the guy about to get into a heated argument, but I am here for the vibes. Freak hoe comes on and I take the opportunity to step in between them and bend over to shake this ass for Link.

“Get it, friend!” Tanika yells over the music.

I look back at Link and see him laughing while shaking his head.

Good, I got him to laugh. I have seen Link fight. I don’t need that today.

One time we all went out as a group of friends and a man slapped my ass out of nowhere and Link broke his nose. One time a man tried to secretly drug Tanika and Link almost killed him. I have been friends with Link since high school and my 6-foot Samoan friend has become my almost protector.

We were all dancing and drinking and all of a sudden, I heard the loudest fucking gong I have ever heard in my entire life.

I turn around and see our waiter coming out with lights and he’s banging A gong. The bottle girls behind them are also carrying a couple more bottles.

More bottles?

“Happy birthday Xyla, Xyla, Xyla!” the DJ yells and I see another two-bottle girls come out carrying a two-tier white and gold cake.

“Shine a light on the birthday person!” The DJ yells as the song comes on and lights go u all around me.

Once again this is my moment to show everybody why I am the main character. I can’t wait to see how all these videos come out because I am eating right now.

“Say go best friend!” The DJ yells and Tanika quickly joins me in the middle with Perrie and Rochel joining us shortly after.

I am very happy with how my brunch is going.

The bill comes and I am not allowed to see the amount at any cost. Everyone was also smart enough to bring cash and Tanika handled the money. My good sis has always been good at math. The waiters packed up any extra bottles for us that weren’t open since they were already paid for. The liquor and the lights were starting to get to me, I was ready to go home.

As much as I am enjoying myself, I am ready to leave. Tanika also noticed because she sat down next to me and started to rub my back.

I am not drunk enough that I am about to throw up, but I am drunk enough that I know I want to be in bed. Tanika calls the car around for me.

She decided to come over along with Link, Perrie, and Rochel since I told them I wouldn’t be having dinner with my dad tonight. They were shocked themselves.

For some strange reason, the rest of the people we were with had broken off and went into private whispers and were giving me a side-eye. One thing for sure and two things for certain I’m going to pick up on weird energy.

When we were finally leaving some of those people who were giving me the side eye oddly enough gave me a tight hug. Something’s off, I can feel it. Did I do something while I was drunk to offend someone?

We finally loaded into the car and the car was unusually quiet.

Wait where’s my phone?

“Has anyone seen my phone?”

“Uh, yeah I have it,” Tanika says. “I didn’t want you to drunk text anyone, so I took it.”

“Oh no, I’m good. Let me get it,” I say reaching out my hand and she looks around at everyone else in the car before hesitantly reaching for my phone.

“What do you need your phone for babe?”

“What do you mean, what do I need my phone for?” I ask annoyed.

What the fuck is going on?

Tanika sighs before she starts to play with my phone in her hands. “I have to tell you something before you get your phone.”

“What? Girl, just hand me my mobile device.” I can see I am already almost home, and my annoyance is growing by the second.

“I am sorry, I cannot give you your phone yet, I will give it to you when you get into the house,” she says quietly.

I stared at her in disbelief. I am ready to leap over the seat and take my phone because everybody is on some weird shit. They blowing mines right now.

I suck my teeth and start to move before Link stops me.

“Xyla, just please,” he pleads, and I feel so confused as I look around at the faces around me. What is happening?

“You guys are actually scaring me. Whatever is happening, it isn’t funny,” I say annoyed. “Give me my phone,” I demanded.

We were enjoying brunch for hours, why are they trying to piss me off on my birthday? I go to take my phone anyway as we pull up to the gate in my house and I am shocked to see a million and five paparazzi outside the gate trying to stop the car and take pictures.

Link took his jacket off and used it to cover the window and now I am looking at everyone in disbelief and confusion.

“What is going on?” I ask, I am pissed off at this point.

Did I do something severely inappropriate branch? Did I go viral on Twitter? Did one of my bitter exes release my nudes on my birthday?

Oh my god no. It can’t be.

What the fuck is going on?

I am getting nervous as fuck.

“Tanika,” I whisper. “Someone needs to tell me what is happening.” My anxiety is rising, and I can feel tears in my eyes. Something is going on.

I see her eyes getting teary too even though she is trying her best to hide it. Link is trying to hide his face as well behind his stoic jawline but I can see right through it. I have known them way too long. Whatever is happening, I know it’s bad.

“OK, this isn’t funny anymore,” I say with clear anxiety in my voice. “Will someone tell me what’s going on please,” I plead.

“Your aunt will tell you,” Tanika says quietly and my head snaps back sideways confused.

“My aunt?” I asked and suddenly the door of the cars opened by pat our Butler. Pat opens the door and leads me out first. I walk into the house confused as I look around and see various officers and a few random people while my aunt is talking to one of the officers. My dad’s sister looks just like me, just older. Well, that’s expected since my father and his sister are twins.

“Aunt Olivia,” I say out loud getting her attention. She looks over at me and makes a sad face before running over to me.

“Oh my sweet girl,” Aunt Ollie says to me as she pulls me into a hug but I don’t move, I just continue to look around.

“Aunt Ollie, everyone is scaring me. Please tell me what’s happening.”

Aunt Ollie size before she walks over to the couch and grabs the remote. She turns on the TV and my eyes widen at what I’m seeing.

Breaking news! Oliver Cabal and Marc Bethel’s private plane goes missing over the Arizona desert.

Happy fucking birthday to me.