Tamar P.O.V.
I woke up regretting what happened last night. It wasn’t supposed to go down like that. Janet and Toni got what they wanted and I was just thrown to scraps like I didn’t matter. I gave them my body, I gave them the best night of their life and when it was all said and done, they pushed me out of their bed and into the cold. Toni flew out early this morning to Dubai, leaving Janet and I all alone. That was the biggest mistake she could’ve made. Janet has a music video shoot today and she’s given me the day off cleaning to be her on-set assistant. I don’t care what I have to do just as long as I’m around her. I went downstairs to make her breakfast, but she was already up. She was at the kitchen island, facetiming Toni. She was so into Toni that she couldn’t even say good morning to me. I tried to act like it didn’t effect me, but it did. She finally acknowledged me after their hour long conversation.
Janet: Oh, Tamar I didn’t know you were awake.
Tamar: Yeah, I was going to cook you some breakfast, but I don’t think you’re hungry. There’s no point in me slaving for you if you aren’t going to act like you don’t care.
Janet: I feel like this isn’t about breakfast. Is there something you’re upset about?
Tamar: So you’re just going to act like last night didn’t happen?
Janet: What do you want me to say Tamar?! The question that needs to be asked is why did I walk in on you kissing your sister?!
Tamar: Because my parents fucked me up mentally when I was younger! Anymore questions?!
I took a deep breath and ran my hands through my hair to calm down. I had to leave the room before I could do something I would regret, but Janet grabbed my wrist before I could walk away.
Tamar:*sighs* Let go of me Janet.
Janet: No, not until you talk to me about what’s going on with you. I don’t understand you, but I want to.
Tamar: You understand my body. Isn’t that enough?
Janet: Is that what you think of yourself? That you’re just a body for someone?
Tamar: That’s all I’ve ever been treated like. I got used to it. Don’t act like you and Toni didn’t do the same thing to me. You got a fucking orgasm from me and I couldn’t even sleep in your bed! But it’s cool, like I said I’m used to it. Honestly I do it to myself. I want to be used by you, Janet. Not Toni, not anyone else, but you.
Janet: If we’re going to make this work, we shouldn’t do anything without Toni. I need to get ready for my video shoot. It’s being filmed here and the crew will be here in two hours. Go make the bed please.
Tamar: You said I wasn’t the maid today.
Janet: Yes, you’re my assistant so go assist me and make the bed.
Tamar: Yes Ms. Jackson.
She smirked and pecked my lips. I rolled my eyes, going upstairs to make the bed that I wasn’t even allowed to sleep in. I stared at the sheets, replaying last night in my head. I threw myself down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as it felt like something was taking over the insides of my body. I touched my neck where Toni’s lips were, and my sacred flower where Janet’s tongue was. My hands found all the places on my body that Janet and Toni touched, kissed, licked, sucked, etc. I snapped back to reality and made the bed like daddy told me to.
The video crew came eventually and I had to admit that Janet was sexy as hell in her boss work mode. Her hair and makeup team and her stylist made her look more beautiful than she already was. The song was about no sleep or some shit, but I could hardly focus on the song because of how good she looked.
Director: Alright stop, cut! This isn’t working.
Janet: What’s not working?
Director: Not you Janet, you’re perfect darling. This just doesn’t look right without a love interest.
Janet: Well Toni flew out of the country so it’s going to have to work. I want this to be authentic and passionate. It can’t be without Toni. My wife is the only person I have that connection with.
Director: What about her?
He pointed to me and everybody looked at me. My eyes widened as Janet stared at me.
Tamar: Me?
Director: Yeah, you’ll be a good luck for her. You even kind of look like Toni Braxton.
Tamar: I-I’m not some video girl. I’m just the maid.
Director: We just need you to look good and be sexy, sweetheart. Can you do that?
Tamar: I-I guess…if that’s what Janet wants.
Director: Is that good for you Janet?
Janet: Of course, I’m a professional. I can adapt.
They quickly got me into hair and makeup, and I was dressed in simple lingerie. I was excited about being in a music video with Janet, but she didn’t look too happy. I could feel her energy of anger and disdain radiating from her. We were put in our places on the grand master bed and the director yelled action. All I had to do was just caress her and kiss on her while she stared into the camera. Ever so often she would look into my eyes, but there was no connection.
Janet P.O.V.
By sundown the video shoot for No Sleep was finally over and it came out amazingly. I was getting ready to crawl in bed and FaceTime Toni, but I heard Tamar in the kitchen. I found her sitting on the kitchen floor, taking a wine bottle to the head as tears streamed down her face. She was still in the lingerie from the music video. Even when she was crying she was irresistibly gorgeous.
Janet: Tamar, it’s almost midnight. What are you doing down here babe? You should get some rest.
Tamar: All I have is this wine bottle. Do you have any idea what it’s like to love someone who doesn’t love you back? You made me fall in love with you Janet, but you just love my body. I’ve never felt this way about anyone and it’s all because of you, but you don’t reciprocate those feelings. There’s no passion between us. Why am I even still here? Being in this house with you is no good for me.
Janet: No Tamar, you’re drunk and you don’t know what you’re saying.
Tamar: So then tell me you love me.
Janet:*sighs* Tamar you know I can’t do that.
She broke down, throwing the empty 40 oz wine bottle to the side. I laid her head in my lap, stroking her hair as she cried her broken heart out. I could never bring myself to tell a woman that wasn’t Toni that I loved her. No matter what happens between me and Tamar, Toni will never come second. She picked her head up off of my lap, her bloodshot red eyes staring into mine. She was a drunken mess.
Tamar:*slurred* W-well if you c-can’t love m-me t-then I want you to f-fuck me.
She was sloppy drunk, but that didn’t make her any less appealing. Toni wasn’t around and I had desires that needed to be fufilled by someone. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. And that was where it would all begin to fall apart and the nightmare would begin.
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