I started laughing ’cause I ain’t think Leslie had it in her. But here her big ass was, leaning over the table all in his face waiting for Landon to acknowledge her.
He finally shook his head and got up. “Excuse me a minute.”
“Yeah, excuse him,” she replied sarcastically. Leslie stormed off and Landon followed.
I called after him. “Go handle yo business, boo! I’ll be right here when you get back.” Danny and I exploded with laughter. “She would want to do something about her breath.”
“That wasn’t her breath. That’s her armpits.”
I started waving my hand in the air. “Hell nah! She smells sour as hell.”
“I can’t believe Landon was screwing her.”
I sucked my teeth. “At the looks of things, he probably still is.”
I watched the two of them in the corner going at it. Leslie was definitely feeling some type of way seeing him with me, but then most women do. Whatever!
My eyes traveled around the room and I spotted several people I knew who were too damn old to be in this place, but then who was I to talk. I had no business being in here my damn self. This was definitely a college hangout spot.
I looked over at the door and my mouth dropped. “Danny, ain’t that Ron?”
“Where?”
I pointed and she practically broke her neck trying to see who was walking through the door. The expression on her face confirmed my suspicions.
I ain’t gonna lie, Ron is delicious in a thuggish kinda way. Tootsie Roll dark chocolate. Tall with a muscular build. Straight-back cornrows. He had on low-rider jeans and a white T-shirt.
“Who’s that girl he’s with?” From across the room she looked vaguely familiar.
“I don’t know and don’t care,” Danielle answered with straight attitude. She tried to act like she didn’t care, but her eyes reflected her anger and I could tell she was still hurting over him. I tried to cheer her up. “Girl, that bitch’s weave is whacked.”
Danielle laughed. “Right.”
I rose. “I’m going to go and get another drink. You want one?”
She nodded, yet her mind was more on Ron and his date with the bad hairdo than on me. “Yeah. A drink would be great.”
“Coming right up.”
I shook my head. I don’t know why Danielle can’t just move on. Men like Ron ain’t the kind you marry. They’re the kind you simply fuck. Even if her daughter hadn’t lied, Ron was a piece of shit. He ain’t never been able to hold on to a job for long and spends too much time in the street. I wouldn’t touch his dick with my worst enemy’s pussy.
7
Danielle
I watched Ron with that bitch on his arm. I didn’t want to stare, but his walk demanded my attention. I hadn’t seen him in five months and just the sight of him caused old feelings to resurface. There was something about him that did things to me. He had obviously moved on, yet I couldn’t help feeling jealous the way the two of them were hugged up. I felt hate. I felt love. I felt like going over and demanding that bitch leave my man alone. Luckily, I remembered he no longer belonged to me. Damn! Am I ever going to get over him? It’s been months, yet he’s all I can think about. I am so pathetic. I don’t know if I’ll ever love anyone like him. I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to.
“I know who that is,” I heard Renee say when she returned to the table with our drinks.
I should have known Renee was going to bring Ron back up when she returned. Knowing her, she went over to the bar just so she could get a closer look. “Who?” I asked, trying hard to sound like it didn’t matter one way or the other.
“He’s with that bitch Rosalyn.”
The name didn’t ring a bell. “You know her?”
Renee nodded and took a sip. “Yep. She used to mess with my cousin Dirt. Straight ho. I heard she’s got the package.”
“Which package?”
She pursed her lips. “Herpes.”
“Hell nah!” I couldn’t help but feel relieved by what she said even though it was probably just one of the hundreds of rumors floating around this little-ass town.
“Danny, if that’s what Ron wants, then so be it.”
That was easy for her to say. She left her husband because she caught him fucking another man in the ass. The only reason Ron and I weren’t still together was because of my daughter’s lie. I wanted so badly to get out of my seat and go over there and talk to him. Don’t you dare do it! Fine. Besides, I’m sure Renee would kick my ass if I even tried.
I sipped my drink and watched the two of them walking around the building, he in front and she right behind on his heels. As much as I hated it, they looked good together. She had more curves than a cul-de-sac. Full breasts. A wide ass and a narrow waistline. She was wearing low-rider jeans and a midriff sweater that showed off her belly ring. Ron was wearing loose-fitting jeans and a T-shirt that couldn’t hide the massive muscles in his arms and chest. I wanted to reach out and take a bite. He had bowed legs. Dammit! Just knowing someone else was now riding my dick was hard for me to accept. Instead, I was left feigning for him and thinking if he would just give me one more chance things would be so much different.
My nostrils flared. It wasn’t fair! I had waited almost two years for him to grow up and get a job. And as soon as he had gotten himself together and things in our relationship had just started to get better, my daughter stepped in and fucked everything up.
“You need to quit staring before he notices.”
I blushed. I should have known Renee was watching me. “Damn, am I that pathetic?”
“Danny, I know you ain’t still trippin’ off of Ron. After he spat in your face, he would be the last man I’d want to be with.”
I took a sip from my glass, ignoring her comment, and was glad when David came over and led her back out onto the dance floor. Sometimes my best friend gets on my last nerve. What she’ll never understand is that it doesn’t matter how long I date Calvin, I will never get over my one true love. No one can make me feel like Ron does. The brother was slinging dick for days, and nothing beats being in bed with a thug.
I forced myself to look around the room but my eyes kept landing on Ron and that ho he had on his arm.
If Portia hadn’t lied, we’d still be together.
Or maybe not.
I released a heavy sigh. Maybe it was time for me to let go and move on. After all, it was Ron’s loss. I had been a hell of a good woman to him for over two years, and up until the last couple of months all he had done was use me. My utilities had gotten turned off so many times even though Ron claimed he had paid the bill. Then there were the calls from his baby’s mama in the middle of the night. For real, he wasn’t even worth my time and I wasn’t sure why I still wanted him, but I did.
Just get over him.
I looked over in time to catch Ron looking in my direction and quickly turned my head. The last thing I wanted him to know was that I still loved him.
Renee returned, reached for her drink, and brought it to her lips, then started bobbing her head. Everything was going to be all right. I could feel it. As long as you stop staring at Ron.
Focusing on the opposite side of the room, I spotted a tall, thuggish-looking brotha with Hershey’s chocolate