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Renee
After getting them old cats to buy us another round of drinks, Danielle and I convinced them that we were a pair of gold diggers and sent them rushing back to their seats.
“You need to quit playing with brothas’ minds like that,” Danielle warned. “That’s why that mothafucka tried to whup yo’ ass.”
See, now why’d she even have to go there? I mean, it wasn’t like I told that psycho that I wanted to marry him. He just assumed since I had given him some coochie that I planned to spend the rest of my life with him. That was his mistake, not mine. I’m the type of chick that’s going to do what the hell I want to do and deal with the consequences later. Although that was one time I did get my ass kicked. Damn, why’d she even bring that shit up?
“Fuck you,” I hissed, then sipped from my martini glass.
“That’s what you get for inviting Fred Sanford and Grady to our table.”
We shared in a laugh, then sat back in our chairs and enjoyed the music. I glanced over onto the floor and watched Kayla in Jermaine’s arms. I have to admit that they looked good together. A tall, big woman needs a brotha with a little meat on his bones, and Jermaine had just the right amount. Hopefully, she would give him a chance.
“She caught Leroy in bed with Tracy.”
I looked at Danielle. “Tracy who?”
“Tracy Branch.”
I gave her a puzzled look. “The one who has all them kids by—”
“Luke Jackson,” she interrupted with a nod.
“Damn! How you know?”
“Nadine called me while I was getting ready and told me that Kayla told her,” she replied between sips.
“That ho! Does that no-dick bastard have any respect for himself or his wife?”
“Obviously not.”
I shook my head. Let me catch John in bed with another woman, I will cut his dick off. Now that probably sounds crazy from someone who ain’t even wanting the dick, but it’s the principle of the whole thing. If he needs to fuck around, that’s fine, as long as I don’t find out about it, ’cause when I do, I’m gonna do a Lorena Bobbitt on his ass.
My eyes traveled around the room, looking for anything that had potential, and I turned up my nose. Nothing but a bunch of mud-ducks. Anything halfway decent was already taken. Couples were dry humping on the dance floor. Bodies rubbing. Hands groping. Titties jiggling. To the far right I spotted Ron. He was on the dance floor, bumping and grinding with some short ho dressed like a video hoochie.
I nudged Danielle in the arm. “Danny, look.” She followed the direction of my eyes. Her back straightened with anger written across her face.
“I bought the negro that Rocawear outfit.”
“Looks good on him, too,” I said. Although she rolled her eyes at me, Danny knew what I had said was true. Ron is fine. Maybe it’s the cornrows he was rocking or his tall, chiseled body, or that sexy smile that made you want to drop your thong. I don’t know what it is but the brotha looks good enough to lick from head to toe. Mothafuckas like him didn’t need a job because there was always some bitch stupid enough to take care of their asses. Like Danielle. Oops, did I say that?
“I’ma go over there.”
Oh, hell nah. I pushed her back down into her chair. “For what?”
“He owes me money.”
“Money you ain’t gonna get, so you might as well quit trippin’. You knew what type of man he was when you started fucking with his ass.”
Danielle glared across the room as Ron and his hoochie moved like they were trying to make a baby together. I held on to her arm so she couldn’t jump out of her chair, then happened to glance over at the door and my heart stopped. Calvin Cambridge. I hadn’t seen him in ages, but the years had definitely been good to him. He strolled across the room like he owned the place, in a two-piece slacks and shirt that represented style. I got so wet watching him that I had to cross my legs.
Calvin and I go way back. Let’s just say, Calvin was the one that got away. We were dating at a time in my life when I needed a man, not a boy. I had two kids, working full-time and taking college classes in the evening. Danny and I were out one night when he approached me. We danced all evening, then fucked all night. He was a lot of fun and the kids adored him. Unfortunately, he was going to school at the time and had a part-time job. After a while I got tired of him eating up my food and dirtying up my sheets. All I was getting was dick, plenty of that, but I wanted something more. So, I dumped him for an army brotha who I ended up marrying, only to find out that the mothafucka already had a wife. Years later, I realized that I had made the biggest mistake of my life. Calvin’s now a university police officer with a large house, a nice ride, and did I mention he had a big dick? Okay, maybe I did, but it was definitely worth repeating.
While Danielle continued to glare at Ron, I watched Calvin, trying not to be obvious. After ten minutes I got tired of waiting for him to notice me and got up from my chair and swayed over to holla at some chick I knew back in high school. I could care less about Ginger’s Jeri curl-wearing ass. I just wanted to make sure Calvin saw me in my new spandex dress. Sure enough, by the time I returned to my seat, he was heading toward our table. I tapped Danielle on the arm and got her attention.
“Look who’s coming.”
She finally tore her eyes from Ron and followed the direction of my eyes. “Oh, damn!”
“What?”
“He’s the one that investigated Portia’s so-called rape.”
I chuckled under my breath. She had called and given me the details, but she had left out that vital piece of information.
“Whassup, ladies?”
I studied his beautiful brown eyes and faked surprise. “Calvin, is that you? I haven’t seen you in, what, ten years?”
He grinned and licked his lips LL Cool J style. “Give or take a few.” His gaze shifted to Danielle. “Hey, Danny.”
“Whassup?” She stared down at her drink, avoiding eye contact.
“What are you doing in town?” he asked.
I crossed my legs. And just as I had hoped, he started salivating. “Dropped my kids off with their daddy for the summer.” I motioned for him to take the seat beside me. As soon as he flopped down in the chair, I caught a whiff of Armani. Mmmm, it smelled good on him.
“Danny, how’s Portia?” he asked.
She glanced up with a look of embarrassment. “On punishment for the next century.”
Calvin gave her a sympathetic look. “Teenagers.” The music changed to something slow. Suddenly I wanted to feel Calvin in my arms but before I could ask him, I heard him ask Danielle instead.
She shook her head. “Nah, I’ll pass.”
He wasn’t giving up that easy. “Why?”
Danielle rolled her eyes. “Because I said so.”
While they went back and forth, I sat back in my chair feeling some type of way. Helllooo. Was the brother blind or what? Finally, I rose and grabbed Calvin’s arm. “Come on before the song’s over.” I was relieved he followed me onto the dance floor, because for a second he didn’t act like he wanted to go. I draped my arms around his neck, feeling his hard body against mine. He wrapped his arms around my waist. I smiled seductively; my eyes locked on his.
“What?” he finally said.
“You,” I purred.
“What about me?”
“It’s good seeing you again.”
“You, too.”
He pulled me into the circle of his arms, and I closed my eyes and inhaled while we moved our bodies together. I knew at that exact moment that I was taking him back to my hotel room. No was not even an option.
“You married?” I asked.
“Nope.”
“Seeing anyone?”
“Nope.”
“Good.”
He pulled back slightly so he could stare down at me. “Why is that?”
“Because I plan on taking you back to my hotel room tonight.” Do you know he had the nerve to start laughing? “What the hell is so funny?” I asked with straight attitude.
“You. You still want things your way.” He was still chuckling.
I grinned because he knew me too well. “And what’s wrong with that?”
“The problem is, I don’t go backwards. You and I had what we had and when you got tired, you tossed me aside like a pair of worn-out Air Force Ones. It is what it is, and what it is, is over.”
The song ended. I turned on my heels and tried to hold my head high. I couldn’t believe he had the nerve to turn me down. It wasn’t until I had settled in my chair that I noticed he had followed.
“Danny, let’s dance.” Calvin moved around and carefully yanked her out of her chair, refusing to take no for an answer, and led her out to the dance floor.
I sat there fuming, hot as hell.
