Abnormal Lives (14 page)

Despite Danny's run-in with Stefan and his crew, he still went on to do big things.

He attended Virginia Tech that fall and he became their starting point guard. He was all over the television during basketball season. Everywhere Simone went, Danny seemed to be the topic of conversation.
Did you see Danny play last night? I heard him and Tanya got engaged. That kid is doing big things. Yeah, that boy is going to the pros.
And her, she was still living at her grandma's house, hustling her body for money, and falling victim to every immature impulse Stefan and she had. Life wasn't in her favor because if it were, she would've been the one who'd gone to college. It would've been her clothing ads that everyone was admiring when they opened their favorite magazines. She would be engaged to some handsome guy and about to settle down and start a family. It wasn't fair.

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S
imone's eyes wandered nervously around the restaurant, following the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses as she waited for the waitress to bring their order to the table; she was sure their conversation would cease at that point.

“So what do you like to do?” Wayne asked.

“What most people like doing,” Simone said. “I enjoy shopping, going out, being in the company of those I like. I'm not hard to please.”

Wayne smiled. “It didn't seem that way earlier.”

“You have to get to know me.”

“I can't believe you don't have a man,” Wayne said. “What's a pretty thing like you doing without a man?”

“I never said that I didn't have one.”

Wayne rubbed Simone's hand. “Well, do you?”

Simone slid her hand away. “No.”

“Why not?”

“I just don't; between school and work, I don't have time.”

“Where do you work?”

“Wachovia.”

“You're a teller?”

Simone looked away. She wasn't able to look Wayne in his eyes while she lied to him. “Naw, I'm the Branch Manager.”

“Oh, you look too young to have a job like that. How old are you?”

“Twenty-two.”

“Sounds like you're doing good for yourself, ma.”

“How old are you?”

Wayne looked at Simone and grinned. “How old do I look?”

Simone shrugged. “I don't know, like you could be in your late-twenties or early-thirties.”

“I'm twenty-six.”

Simone giggled. “Okay, so I guessed right.”
Lying bastard
, Simone thought to herself. “Do you have any kids?”

“Just one.”

“Oh, is it a boy or girl?”

“A boy; he's a junior.”

“Are you and his mother still together?”

Wayne laughed. “If we were, I wouldn't be here with you.”

Simone thought about all of the lies that Wayne had spoken. “I'm not sure if I believe that one.”

“Let me ask you something, ma; why are you so disagreeable?”

“It's a habit.”

“Well, you need to break it or a lot of good things are going to pass you by.”

“I appreciate your concern but let me worry about that,” Simone said. “Now back to what I was saying.”

“Naw, back to you,” Wayne interrupted. “What are you taking up in school?”

Simone looked up like she was waiting for the answer to fall from the sky. “Fashion design.”

“That's good. What year are you?”

“I'm a sophomore.”

The waitress placed their plates in front of them and scurried away. Simone sighed. Now Wayne could stuff his mouth with food and finally shut up.

“So you design clothes, huh?”

Simone nodded as she took a bite of her food. She was in disbelief about how many lies she'd told since she'd been there and Wayne's questioning kept them rolling from her mouth. But she figured, what the hell? It wasn't like his mouth had been a prayer book.

“Can I get you to design something for me?”

“Like what?”

“I don't know; I want to see if you have skills. What do you think will look good on me?”

Simone smiled. “You're already wearing it.”

“What? This,” Wayne asked, tugging on his shirt.

“Naw, what's underneath it; the wife beater, boxers, and oh, you can keep on the Air Force.”

Wayne grinned. “Oh, is that right? You know how I'd like to see you?”

“How?”

Wayne leaned forward and looked into Simone's eyes. “Bent over the bed in my hotel room, soaked in Dom Perignon, swarming around while I tickle your clit with my tongue.”

The thought aroused Simone but she refused to give in. “Yeah, you and every other guy I run across.”

“Do any of them luck up?”

“Let's just say you won't.”

Wayne nodded his head. “It's all good; I can respect that.”

Simone rolled her eyes. “Good, 'cause you really don't have a choice.”

Paris sat on the couch, eating out of a half-gallon container of chocolate chip ice cream while he watched TV. He was already feeling better about the incident with Michael; he hoped that by
the time his spoon reached the bottom of the container, he'd feel like himself again. Paris was interrupted by a knock at the door. He peered through the peephole in his door and saw Michael standing outside.

He's crazy if he thinks I'm opening the door for his ass
, Paris thought. Paris sat back down on the couch and finished eating his ice cream.

Michael banged on the door. “Paris, open this door. I know you're in there.”

Paris turned up the TV to drown out the sound of Michael's voice.

“I know what you did to my apartment. If you don't open this door, I'm calling the police.”

Paris sucked his teeth at Michael's comment and continued to watch TV.

“Awright, be like that. I've got something for your ass,” Michael said before leaving.

It had been two hours since Michael had left. Paris was glad that he hadn't returned. He cut off his TV and prepared to go to sleep. Paris heard a fist pounding on his door. He peered through his peephole and saw Michael on the porch with two police officers.

And I thought he was bluffing
, Paris thought.

Paris opened the door. “Can I help you?”

“That's him; that's the guy who broke into my apartment and damaged my furniture.”

The police officer held up his hand to silence Michael. “I'm Officer Bradley; this man says you broke into his apartment and damaged some of his belongings. Do you know anything about that?”

“No, officer,” Paris answered.

“Well, we have a witness that said they saw you running out of the house,” Officer Bradley said.

“Ain't nobody see me running out no house,” Paris said.

“This is a little boy; he'd have no reason to lie on you,” Officer Bradley said.

“A little boy? Every man in a dress probably looks the same to him. And who knows how many be running out of his apartment?” Paris pointed to Michael.

“That's a lie!” Michael exclaimed. “That's why he did that shit, 'cause he's mad at me for putting him in his place. I told him that I don't mess around with no boys, to go on about his business and to stop stalking me. That's what's behind all this mess.”

“Put me in my place?” Paris snapped. “Officer, if he put me in my place, it must've been in the bed beside him; it's hard to stalk somebody who spends most of their time lying on top of you.”

Michael charged Paris and the two officers wrestled him down to the ground.

“I think we're done here,” Officer Bradley said.

“Well, good night, officers,” Paris said, before sticking his tongue out at Michael and going back into the house.

“Ahhh,” Simone moaned as Wayne forced her down on his robust chocolate dick. She couldn't believe she had given in so easily after giving him such a hard time at the restaurant.

Simone wanted to stake her claim to Wayne. She had to have him. He had money and he was gorgeous; not to mention that he was somewhat in the limelight. She was willing to do whatever she had to do to convince Wayne to make her his woman. But she didn't want to seem easy. Men loved beautiful women who were easy, but the reality was, no matter how much money they spent on those type of women, or how often they liked to be in
their company, they usually didn't make them
their
woman. Easy women were fads; here today, gone tomorrow. That's why she couldn't understand, for the life of her, how she'd managed to let Wayne persuade her into accompanying him to his hotel room and why, after a few minutes of pillow talk, she was straddled on top of him with her back toward him, her sweaty ass shining in his face while he grabbed her around her waist, forcing her down on his dick as hard as he could. She didn't want to deny him. If she did, he'd set his sights on another and she might not be given the opportunity to be with him again. If she broke him off right, he wouldn't be able to get enough of her and every time he came back for more, she'd have the chance to ease her way into his life.

After Wayne reached his climax, he gave Simone a long gentle kiss, despite the acts she'd performed on him with her mouth. Simone smiled. Wayne's kiss confirmed that she'd have no problem making him her man.

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