whipped his head around and glared at him.
“What?!”
Marcus burst out laughing then just shook his head before starting the ignition. “Nothin’ man. Nothin’ at all.”
Darrell cut his eyes away from Marcus and turned back to look out the window. He was now in a foul mood and had no idea why.
You know why , a small voice taunted.
Soon after Darrell’s first show, Roni had jetted to New York to oversee the opening of Club Fantasy , a sister club to Club Ecstasy . Darrell knew that’s the reason she’d given, but ever so often Darrell wondered if she had been running away from the magnetic attraction between them.
They’d seen each other periodically, but were rarely alone. Darrell scowled as a thought drifted into his mind. That dude, Luther, acted like he was Roni's fuckin' shadow whenever she was at the club. Darrell had never been able to maneuver any meaningful alone time with her, but maybe it was for the best. After a while, Darrell's bed became a revolving door of non-stop women, and he hadn’t looked back once.
Eventually, he and Roni came to an unspoken agreement and were able to talk and laugh around one another without so much tension. He was still attracted to her as he knew she was to him, but the timing was never right. Plus, he didn’t want to mess up the friendship they had by adding sex to the equation.
At least that’s what he told himself. Lately, he’d been thinking about her more and more. The newness of the fast life was starting to dull. He found himself wondering what would happen if they took things further between them. Bryan knew how he felt about Roni, but without divulging her confidence, he would just say give her time.
Darrell laughed to himself. Well he’d given her three years. When they first met, he admitted he was wild and crazy, and didn’t really give a fuck about much. But that wasn’t what he wanted anymore. He wanted Roni. And tonight he wasn’t taking no for an answer.
Bryan and his wife Sylvia were throwing the party for Roni at their home. By the time Darrell drove up, it was packed full of people. Marcus was bringing a date and would be coming later on.
Darrell had been to Bryan’s house many times and would jokingly tell him that this is how he wanted to live when he grew up. The house was humongous, way too large for just Bryan and Sylvia now that their kids had gone off to college.
Making his way through the swarm of people was time consuming. Every few steps, someone stopped him to hold a conversation, or women would introduce themselves and tell him how much they enjoyed his show. Darrell saw the invitation in their eyes, but offered no encouragement; he wasn’t even tempted by them.
When he saw Bryan, Darrell excused himself and headed his way. A smile broke out over Bryan’s face as he noticed Darrell's approach. Bryan genuinely liked Darrell, and over the years had watched as he evolved from a smart-ass, punk mouthed kid to an intelligent, mature young man. He was slowly coming into his own, and they enjoyed an easy friendship. The two men shook hands and patted each other on the back in a brief man-hug.
“I was wondering what was taking you so long. Thought you might not show up.”
Darrell shook his head when he saw the teasing glint in Bryan’s eyes. They both knew wild horses couldn’t have kept him away. His eager gaze searched the room. “Where is she?”
“Who?” Bryan laughed as Darrell cut his eyes at him. “She’s over there.”
Bryan pointed through the crowd, but Darrell had no problem spotting Roni. Without saying another word, he started off in her direction. Bryan had warned Darrell on more than one occasion not to step to his cousin for just a casual dalliance. She wasn’t like the little chicken heads he screwed and discarded when he got tired of them.
Darrell
“What?!”
Marcus burst out laughing then just shook his head before starting the ignition. “Nothin’ man. Nothin’ at all.”
Darrell cut his eyes away from Marcus and turned back to look out the window. He was now in a foul mood and had no idea why.
You know why , a small voice taunted.
Soon after Darrell’s first show, Roni had jetted to New York to oversee the opening of Club Fantasy , a sister club to Club Ecstasy . Darrell knew that’s the reason she’d given, but ever so often Darrell wondered if she had been running away from the magnetic attraction between them.
They’d seen each other periodically, but were rarely alone. Darrell scowled as a thought drifted into his mind. That dude, Luther, acted like he was Roni's fuckin' shadow whenever she was at the club. Darrell had never been able to maneuver any meaningful alone time with her, but maybe it was for the best. After a while, Darrell's bed became a revolving door of non-stop women, and he hadn’t looked back once.
Eventually, he and Roni came to an unspoken agreement and were able to talk and laugh around one another without so much tension. He was still attracted to her as he knew she was to him, but the timing was never right. Plus, he didn’t want to mess up the friendship they had by adding sex to the equation.
At least that’s what he told himself. Lately, he’d been thinking about her more and more. The newness of the fast life was starting to dull. He found himself wondering what would happen if they took things further between them. Bryan knew how he felt about Roni, but without divulging her confidence, he would just say give her time.
Darrell laughed to himself. Well he’d given her three years. When they first met, he admitted he was wild and crazy, and didn’t really give a fuck about much. But that wasn’t what he wanted anymore. He wanted Roni. And tonight he wasn’t taking no for an answer.
Bryan and his wife Sylvia were throwing the party for Roni at their home. By the time Darrell drove up, it was packed full of people. Marcus was bringing a date and would be coming later on.
Darrell had been to Bryan’s house many times and would jokingly tell him that this is how he wanted to live when he grew up. The house was humongous, way too large for just Bryan and Sylvia now that their kids had gone off to college.
Making his way through the swarm of people was time consuming. Every few steps, someone stopped him to hold a conversation, or women would introduce themselves and tell him how much they enjoyed his show. Darrell saw the invitation in their eyes, but offered no encouragement; he wasn’t even tempted by them.
When he saw Bryan, Darrell excused himself and headed his way. A smile broke out over Bryan’s face as he noticed Darrell's approach. Bryan genuinely liked Darrell, and over the years had watched as he evolved from a smart-ass, punk mouthed kid to an intelligent, mature young man. He was slowly coming into his own, and they enjoyed an easy friendship. The two men shook hands and patted each other on the back in a brief man-hug.
“I was wondering what was taking you so long. Thought you might not show up.”
Darrell shook his head when he saw the teasing glint in Bryan’s eyes. They both knew wild horses couldn’t have kept him away. His eager gaze searched the room. “Where is she?”
“Who?” Bryan laughed as Darrell cut his eyes at him. “She’s over there.”
Bryan pointed through the crowd, but Darrell had no problem spotting Roni. Without saying another word, he started off in her direction. Bryan had warned Darrell on more than one occasion not to step to his cousin for just a casual dalliance. She wasn’t like the little chicken heads he screwed and discarded when he got tired of them.
Darrell
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