Talk a Good Game
Authors: Angie Daniels
Tags: #drama, #sex, #urban, #street lit, #ghetto, #drame, #angie daniels, #sasha campbell
Game
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Game
Series
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Copyright 2014 Angie Daniels at
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Copyright 2014 Sasha Campbell at
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Game
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Game
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NYREE
I was talking to Veronica when I spotted Janelle Fox
strutting her thick ass back to our table.
“
What do you have now?” I asked
and frowned at the fresh drink in her hand.
“
Hell if I know. I just told the
bartender to make sure it had vodka in it.” Janelle laughed and
Veronica and I joined in. Everyone knew my girl can drink you under
the table. I’ve known her long enough to know, she rarely knew when
enough was enough.
“
Did you get a chance to holla at
Chuck?” I asked.
Janelle blew out a heavy breath as
she flopped down onto the chair to my right. “Girl, trifling! I
tried to ask him how his parents were doing and the second he
opened his mouth, I smelled his breath.”
“
Hell nah!
” Our good
friend Veronica Houston, tall and attractive, was practically
falling out of her chair.
While sipping from the glass in
front of me, I looked across the room at Charles. Chuck Beats was
who he was known as. He was the radio host of ‘After Dark Talk’ on
101.2. He had a deep bedroom voice that could make a chick want to
drop her panties. Chuck and Janelle used to date back in the day
until his ego got in the way of their relationship. I guess he
didn’t get the memo. When it comes to Janelle Fox it has to be all
about her or she
’s
off to the next.
I glanced over at her licking her
lips, shamelessly, as she scanned the ballroom for a candidate
worthy enough to take home. My eyes traveled from
Janelle
’s
designer shoes, up her shapely
legs to the red dress that hugged her thick curves. Janelle had the
cutest shape with big titties, a small waist, wide hips and ass for
days. I
’
d always admired her dark
mahogany skin and big chocolate eyes. Getting a man had never been
an issue—keeping one was the problem.
We were all laughing and talking at the same time
when the lights dimmed and the MC was once again on the mic.
“
Ladies and gentleman, the bride
and groom will now have their first dance.”
I watched as Gloria stepped out onto the dance floor
in a beautiful white floor-length gown that accented her petite
frame. We had attended Columbia College together and became good
friends. Back then she had been all about getting her education.
Now it was quite obvious the only thing on her mind was that
fine-ass man dragging her into the circle of his arms.
Their wedding had been held at Second Baptist Church
followed by a reception at the Holiday Inn Executive Center with
over five hundred guests. Everything had been perfect from the pink
roses down to the tender roast beef.
All three of us were quiet as we
watched them dance together to Luther Vandross
’s
‘
Here and Now’
. The way Gloria
’s
husband was looking at
her it was like she was the only person in the entire room. Hell,
I
’
m not going to lie. I was happy
but jealous as all get out.
“
Damn, I still haven’t
had
a chance to ask Gloria where she met him,” Janelle said as if
she
’
d read my mind.
She
’
d never admit it but there was
envy in her eyes as well.
“
Gloria met Pierre
online.”
We both turned on our seats and
looked at Veronica, my crazy-ass light-skinned friend, who could
have been Vanessa Williams
’s
little
sister.
“
Online?” I repeated.
Smiling, she leaned over the table
and nodded. “Uh-huh. Gloria met him on that site they’ve been
advertising on television, www.Blackfolksmeet.com.”
“
What? I’ve seen the commercials.”
I gasped. “Wow! I didn’t know that.”
“
Neither did I,”
Janelle said and looked equally surprised. “I can’t believe she met
someone
that
fine
on the Internet.”
Veronica nodded.
“I know. Right.
When she told me that I was shocked.”
I was still shaking my head with
disbelief. “I thought only busters posted personal ads.” I was
still trying to process what she had said.
“
Exactly,”
Janelle mumbled.
I turned toward the dance floor,
again. Damn, Pierre was fine. When I had first spotted him standing
at the altar I was floored. Getting a woman shouldn’t have been a
problem for him at all. How’d Gloria get to be so lucky? Better
yet, when was it going to be my time to shine?
“
Here’s my take
on online dating…” Veronica began as she waved a finger in my
direction. “Everyone doesn’t have time to be hanging out at the
club, so if you
’
re not into that type of thing
how else are you going to meet somebody?” she added with a
shrug.
Janelle brought the drink to her
lips. “I guess you do have a point. But damn! It
’s
like that?”
I
laughed.
“I know that
’s
right.”
Veronica grinned and sat back in
her chair, sending her curls bouncing. “Hey, the proof’s in the
pudding.”
“
True that,” Janelle chimed in as
she swayed her head from side to side, showing off her
bone-straight weave.
I continued to gaze out onto the
dance floor. The way Gloria was staring up at Pierre, grinning from
ear to ear, she knew everyone was looking and was enjoying every
minute of it. “I think I might have to check out that site.” My
thoughts were consumed with envy so I wasted no time reaching into
my small purse to look for something to write on.
“
Hell yeah.” Janelle reached over
and grabbed a napkin. I settled for a business card some fat dude
had given me when we had first arrived at the reception.
Glancing over at Veronica, I
asked, “What
’s
that site again?”
“
Black folks meet dot
com.”
I scribbled down the web address,
then returned the card and the pen to my Louis Vuitton purse. “The
way my luck has been lately. It definitely can’t
hurt.
”
Janelle looked at me with a
knowing look. “That
’s
for sure.”
She’s never been married. None of
her relationships have lasted for long. But I wasn’t one to talk. I
married right out of high school to a dude who was a straight joke.
Shane was too busy trying to be a rapper that he felt being married
would stand in his way. Since then I
’
d had numerous
dead-end relationships and have even been engaged three other times
but none ever amounted to anything. It seemed the older you get the
harder it is to find someone. I’m thirty with a promising career in
the military, my own house, a Lexus and good credit, yet finding a
man who was at my level was close to impossible.
I reached for my glass and allowed a peek at a table
on the other side of the room. There he was—a man who I thought was
my second chance. Rock. He was a recruiter, thirty-five, and fine
as hell.
That man was so good in bed, he
kept a sistah
’s
toes curled and her kitty wet.
And there was nothing he wouldn’t do for me except leave his
wife.
I gazed over at him, looking fine as hell in a black
suit, and then, at the female sitting next to him. A woman hated to
admit when another chick was cute, but his wife Regina definitely
had that whole Solange Knowles thing going on from the natural hair
down to her retro look. She also had his son. Now how in the world
could I compete with that? Nope, I needed to stay the hell away and
find a man of my own.
“
If I wasn’t in love with my boo,
I would be all over that dating site,” Veronica said breaking into
my thoughts. I glanced over to see this coy grin on her face then
leaned in closer so she could hear me over the beat of the
music.
“
Hooker, don’t
be lying. I
know your nosy ass better than you know yourself.” Veronica and I
go way back to Girl Scout days.
Janelle looked her dead in the
mouth. “You
’
re lying.”
We both stared her down until
Veronica finally started laughing. “Y
’
all think you
know me!”
“
Because we
do,”
I told
her.
“Now spill it,
Ronnie.”
When she finally stopped laughing,
she nodded her head. “Yeah, I was on it.”
Janelle leaned closer.
“And?”
She licked her lips the way she
always does when she
’s
about to dish some gossip.
“
Well
… the only way you can see the
men on the site you have to set up a trial account. So I entered a
phony name and information.”