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truthfully once I replayed her question in my head.
“So do you have a wife, a girlfriend?”
“Yes, I have someone I’ve been seeing.”
She nodded. I expected the conversation to turn cold from that point. Honey didn’t seem like the type to date anyone who’d try to make her play second string. She was far too stunning for that. I imagined that my dropping her off would be the last I’d see or hear of her. Instead she stayed the same. “Well, she’s a lucky girl, whoever she is.”
“Thanks.”
We pulled up onto her street and as she directed me to her house she gasped then yelled out, “Oh my God.”
“What?” I said back as I watched her slide down in her seat.
“Keep driving,” she said in a whisper. “Just keep driving.” My heart began to pound, because I didn’t know what was happening. I looked over and saw a huge man walking down some steps but that was it. “Make a left at the corner and just keep going.”
“Okay. But what’s going on?”
“Please, just drive.”
I did as she asked. “So where are we going?”
“I don’t know. I need to think,” she said, sounding nervous as a spy whose cover had been blown.
“Do you want me to take you to my place?”
“What about your girlfriend?”
“She’s out of town. She sort of lives out of town. She’s doing a residency in Richmond.”
“Okay, please then. That’ll be fine. It’ll gimme some time to think this through.”
I turned the radio down a little and said, “You’re gonna have to tell me what’s going on though.”
She began to tear up again and then she said, “Okay, I will.”
We pulled up in front of my house a few minutes later. I was glad that I didn’t see any of my neighbors as we walked to the door. She breathed a sigh of relief as the cool air hit her in the face. I motioned toward the living room and she walked in and took a seat on the couch while I offered her a drink. I carried my bags upstairs and when I came back downstairs she was looking at a picture in a frame that sat on the end table.
“Is this your girlfriend in the picture?”
“Yes.”
There was an uncomfortable silence. I didn’t think it was possible but she suddenly seemed to be even more agitated than she was before. Then out of the blue she said, “I’ll tell you everything, but there’s something that I need you to do first.”
I nodded in agreement without even knowing what she was about to ask. “Okay.”
“Take me upstairs and make love to me.” With that she stood up and moved toward me. “Now.”
9
HONEY
I was like a leaf blowing in a hurricane, completely at the mercy of life’s brutal winds. Through no fault of my own, I’d been sucked into a potential scandal that could rock the sports world even more than Kobe’s romp with the desk clerk. Though I hadn’t seen Priest disposing of the body, I had seen her pumping herself full of drugs that he provided. Now I’d just spotted Priest’s bodyguard, Big George, in front of my home. How he learned my address and beat me home I’d never figure. What I did know was his being at my home couldn’t have meant anything good for me. I’d warned him about giving the girls drugs and I guess now he wanted to dispose of any witnesses.
My mind was already spinning, fighting to keep from taking me over the edge amid the possibility that my life could be in danger when I picked up the picture and saw her face. I’d never forget her smile, even if it were thirty years that had passed instead of thirteen. I couldn’t figure out why all of a sudden this was happening. My stomach was turning as the anger and pain all came rushing back. I knew all along that our paths wouldcross again and I wondered what would happen. Would I want to kill her?
Never could I have imagined this scenario. This man standing before me. This beautiful young brother was her man. Rorrie, the bitch who’d been the cause of all my pain, was his girlfriend. Her conniving had cost my mother and
“So do you have a wife, a girlfriend?”
“Yes, I have someone I’ve been seeing.”
She nodded. I expected the conversation to turn cold from that point. Honey didn’t seem like the type to date anyone who’d try to make her play second string. She was far too stunning for that. I imagined that my dropping her off would be the last I’d see or hear of her. Instead she stayed the same. “Well, she’s a lucky girl, whoever she is.”
“Thanks.”
We pulled up onto her street and as she directed me to her house she gasped then yelled out, “Oh my God.”
“What?” I said back as I watched her slide down in her seat.
“Keep driving,” she said in a whisper. “Just keep driving.” My heart began to pound, because I didn’t know what was happening. I looked over and saw a huge man walking down some steps but that was it. “Make a left at the corner and just keep going.”
“Okay. But what’s going on?”
“Please, just drive.”
I did as she asked. “So where are we going?”
“I don’t know. I need to think,” she said, sounding nervous as a spy whose cover had been blown.
“Do you want me to take you to my place?”
“What about your girlfriend?”
“She’s out of town. She sort of lives out of town. She’s doing a residency in Richmond.”
“Okay, please then. That’ll be fine. It’ll gimme some time to think this through.”
I turned the radio down a little and said, “You’re gonna have to tell me what’s going on though.”
She began to tear up again and then she said, “Okay, I will.”
We pulled up in front of my house a few minutes later. I was glad that I didn’t see any of my neighbors as we walked to the door. She breathed a sigh of relief as the cool air hit her in the face. I motioned toward the living room and she walked in and took a seat on the couch while I offered her a drink. I carried my bags upstairs and when I came back downstairs she was looking at a picture in a frame that sat on the end table.
“Is this your girlfriend in the picture?”
“Yes.”
There was an uncomfortable silence. I didn’t think it was possible but she suddenly seemed to be even more agitated than she was before. Then out of the blue she said, “I’ll tell you everything, but there’s something that I need you to do first.”
I nodded in agreement without even knowing what she was about to ask. “Okay.”
“Take me upstairs and make love to me.” With that she stood up and moved toward me. “Now.”
9
HONEY
I was like a leaf blowing in a hurricane, completely at the mercy of life’s brutal winds. Through no fault of my own, I’d been sucked into a potential scandal that could rock the sports world even more than Kobe’s romp with the desk clerk. Though I hadn’t seen Priest disposing of the body, I had seen her pumping herself full of drugs that he provided. Now I’d just spotted Priest’s bodyguard, Big George, in front of my home. How he learned my address and beat me home I’d never figure. What I did know was his being at my home couldn’t have meant anything good for me. I’d warned him about giving the girls drugs and I guess now he wanted to dispose of any witnesses.
My mind was already spinning, fighting to keep from taking me over the edge amid the possibility that my life could be in danger when I picked up the picture and saw her face. I’d never forget her smile, even if it were thirty years that had passed instead of thirteen. I couldn’t figure out why all of a sudden this was happening. My stomach was turning as the anger and pain all came rushing back. I knew all along that our paths wouldcross again and I wondered what would happen. Would I want to kill her?
Never could I have imagined this scenario. This man standing before me. This beautiful young brother was her man. Rorrie, the bitch who’d been the cause of all my pain, was his girlfriend. Her conniving had cost my mother and
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