Ansley was embarking on the second month of not speaking with Davis. He had attempted to call her a few times while she was at the festival, but she always sent the calls straight to voicemail. She didn’t need the distraction. While she wanted to erase him from her memory, Ansley knew she had to get closure first. She wanted him to take responsibility for his actions and tell her the truth about everything. Ansley knew it was a stretch to think that he would do right by her, but she had to try to get some clarity for her own peace.
Ansley decided that she was going to shower, dress and go to his townhouse. She needed to confront him. Sitting around trying to figure out what caused him to deceive her, was no longer sufficient, she wanted the truth behind his lies.
Thirty minutes later, she was at the door. She couldn’t believe she had only been to his place twice, and of those two visits, she had only gone inside once. Just as she was about to knock, two women walked out. Ansley took them both in, one had Poetic Justice dookie braids and the other woman appeared to have started getting her hair braided, but from the looks of it she must have ran out of hair. Or whoever was doing her hair must have taken a break.
“Umm…is you lost or sumptin?” one of the women with the braids asked. Ansley couldn’t take her eyes off the woman’s front snaggle tooth, but then she saw the gold cap on the bottom row and became even more distracted.
“She said is you lost?” the other with the hair struggle quizzed.
“Oh my bad. I’m here to see Davis. Is he home?”
“No one named Davis lives here. This my man’s house. You trying to see one of his boys? Because I know you ain’t sniffing ‘round my man,” she said with an attitude.
“I’m sorry, but this is the person I’m here to see,” she said holding up her phone to show the woman a picture of Davis. Ansley remembered the day she took this photo of him, she had to sneak and get it. He never liked to take pictures, and she was beginning to think it had a lot to do with his seedy lifestyle.
The woman took the phone and showed it to her friend, who glanced at the picture and then back at the other woman. “Naw, we don’t know him. Maybe he was just here for a party or sumptin’. Sorry you got the wrong place,” she said before walking off.
The other woman went back inside without acknowledging her any further.
It was possible that he had moved away. Especially since he owed her money.
Coward.
Just as she was about to drive away, the woman with the unfinished braids, was now waving her over. She must have darted around the house and waited for the other woman to leave. The woman motioned with her hands for Ansley to drive around the corner.
Ansley wasn’t sure what the woman wanted, but nodded and did as the woman requested. A few minutes passed before the girl came walking toward her car. Ansley rolled her window down and leaned across the passenger side to see what the woman had to say.
“Excuse me, but you mind if I get in the car? I don’t want anyone to see me,” she said, her eyes shifting around.
Ansley unlocked the door on the passenger side.
“I’ll make dis quick. I know the dude in the picture, but when NeNe said she ain’t recognize him, I knew that was my cue to keep my mouth shut. You look so innocent and church lady-like, I don’t think you deserve to be caught up in his mess.”
Ansley wanted to know what a church-lady dressed like, but this was not the time to focus on petty details. She took a deep breath. She couldn’t imagine what she was about to hear, but she braced herself.
The woman continued, “His real name Montgomery Davis. He work fo’ my boss sometimes and hustle people out of money—he’s a carn-artist,” she said. “He always in and out of trouble from what I’ve heard, but yet he always gets his cousin to get him out of jams. Dis here is one of his cousin’s places, but you ain’t heard any of dis from me. I ain’t even post to be talking to you,” she whispered. Chewing on her nails, she peered over the backseat to ensure no one crept up behind the car. “I gotta go, but look him up. I’m sure you’ll find some dirt on him. We never spoke, understand?”
Ansley swallowed hard and nodded her understanding. The woman got out of the car and disappeared the same way she came.
Ansley let out a sigh of relief. That didn’t go as bad as she had anticipated, but yet there was another layer of mystery to Davis Montclair—or Montgomery Davis. She had done a Google search when they first met, but that yielded no results. Ansley figured it was because that’s not his name, and perhaps he only just started using this alias. She couldn’t make it back to her condo fast enough. It was time for her to do a little investigating of her own.
Ansley was not sure what she would find, but she decided that a bottle of wine might help settle her nervous stomach.
She grabbed a glass, popped the cork, and logged into her laptop.
She went to Google.com and performed a search. There were several Montgomery Davises in Chicago, and several sites willing to share everything for a small fee. After Ansley found nothing of concrete value, she decided to take a break and turn on the radio. Her favorite on-air personality was on and she seldom missed her show.
“Okay ladies, stay tuned. I hope that you all were listening to the segment when we brought in the creator of Don’t Date Him Girl.com. Well today, we actually have women in the studio who have used the site and found out more than their share of scandal on these men they were dating. You do not want to miss this.”
Ansley had forgotten about that radio segment and never even thought about looking at the website.
As the radio continued to blare in the background, Ansley walked back over to her laptop, keyed in the website, and waited for the site to load. She could not believe how many scorned women were out there. It was nice to have some company along with her misery, but at the same time, it was very sad.
She read a few of the entries and decided that some of the women were just bitter.
She typed in Montgomery Davis and found several entries.
Ansley narrowed her search by listing Chicago and Atlanta as the last known cities where he may have resided. This brought her results down from 50 to 20 entries.
She went through each entry and was just about to give up when she found what she needed. There was a photo of him sitting beside a gorgeous woman with raven black hair. Ansley stared at the picture. It was the only one in the profile. The rest included details about their relationship. Ansley’s eyes widened as she read the first line
Ladies, beware of this predator. He preys on women when they are at their most vulnerable state and then tries to wine and dine you into believing he’s the romantic type. But honestly, he’s a lothario who can’t be trusted.
I guess you’re wondering how he was able to wine and dine a woman when he has no job, and to answer your question, I’ll get to the point and say he’s a con artist. He’s a bum. Watch your purses ladies, he’s all about the five finger discount. He stole over $3000 from me before I realized what was happening.
He’s an intelligent guy and managed to hack into my computer and steal my information. He’s also verbally and physically abusive. I was in and out of hospitals because he decided to show his love by pushing me down the stairs when I confronted him about stealing my money. Then there was the time when he punched me in my face because he was having a bad day. This man cannot be trusted and you should avoid him at all costs. In addition, for the finale—the final nail in the coffin, this man has a STD and he knows he has an STD. He would never tell a woman that because he thinks that a condom would be enough to protect women instead of honesty. A majority of the time, he uses his charm to coax a woman into letting him have his way free of a raincoat. Or maybe he will do what he did to me, and take it off during the act. I’m currently trying to sue him for damages because I lost my job from having to be out so much to recover from his abuse and I suffered from severe depression once I found out about the STD. Ladies, you’ve been warned. He cannot be trusted.
Ansley read and re-read the last part of the woman’s comments. This had to be Bree. She had mentioned the abuse in her phone call, but the part about Davis having a STD—she must have made that up, Ansley didn’t want this to be true. She refused to believe it.
This had to be a lie. Davis... Montgomery, or whatever his name was, he was a horrible person, but this was effecting someone’s health—would he really be so cavalier to put others at risk? Ansley knew the answer to this, but she was in denial. Her head began to throb. She needed to get tested immediately. She scheduled an appointment online to meet with her doctor.