in his corporate office, looking over the letters and contracts he had to sign, watching himself going through the motions and wondering how his breakfast date with Tanya would go. He wasn't convinced he even wanted to see her but he needed to get things clear once and for all.
“Thanks, Edith,” he said handing her the signed paperwork. “Get these out but I won't stay.”
“I expect you're tired after the meetings you've had.”
“I am, must be getting old.”
He went to the elevator and breathed a sigh of relief that business was over for a weekend, at least, and he could just relax now. It had been a stormy and emotional week.
He felt refreshed by the late afternoon air and looked around for a taxi. One pulled up in front of him to let a passenger out.
“Well, well, well. If it isn't Mr. Tycoon music man. Been up in your golden tower counting your money, Kurtis?” James stood there grinning at him and in his surprise to see James coming out of the taxi. He let it go and was left looking for another to hail.
“Out of my way, James. We don't have anything to say to each other.”
“Really? I thought we could compare notes.” James had his usual sly grin across his face.
“I don't know what that means and I don't have time to find out.” Kurtis waved an arm but a yellow cab raced by him.
“I'm talking about Tanya.”
Kurtis stopped still and then hesitated before trying to call a cab again.
“You know you want to ask me what that's all about, Kurtis. I can see it in the way you're trying to act so damn cool. I know you only too well. You were always the one with the feelings, the softy that girls love to take advantage of when really they all love a bad guy. And Tanya's no exception.”
Kurtis dropped his briefcase and grabbed James by the collar of his jacket.
“Whoa! Easy there, old chap. This is Armani.” Kurtis pushed him away. “I see I've touched a nerve. I take it Tanya told you about our little get together a few weeks ago.”
Kurtis did not answer just gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, patches of red collecting on both cheeks.
“Oh, Kurtis. Have you two fallen out over me? I don't mind stepping in to satisfy your little black beauty. I love girls with plenty up top, if you know what I mean? And that ass, I'm sure she likes to shake that thing...” Kurtis pulled back a fist and hit James square in the jaw.
“Just stay away from me, McConnagh.”
A crowd of people had stopped to see what was happening.
“No, Reed! You learn how to control your women. You don't even know how, do you? I mean where is she now? What's she up to tonight?” James stepped in close to Kurtis and grimaced. “Just as I thought. You don't even know.
“Tanya hangs out at Rafaelo's every couple of weeks, Jackass! And I'm seeing her tomorrow. Not that it's any of your business. Just get out of my face. What are you doing on this side of town anyway?”
“I got what I came for!” James shouted in Kurtis's face and walked away wiping away the blood trickling down his cheek.
Kurtis stepped off the sidewalk and whistled for a cab. One pulled up beside him and he got in and slammed the door.
One thing was for sure. He would definitely keep his appointment with Tanya. But he needed tonight to cool off. If this was the end for them, he wanted to face it with dignity.
*
Jeannie, Kaya and Mae had succeeded in getting Tanya to calm down about the whole Kurtis situation. They convinced her that she'd gotten herself a good man in Kurtis and no matter what, he would not dump her just like that. He loved her too much.
“Anyone can see how much he cares,” Mae said. “Here, have another tequila. The DJ will be here any minute and we needs to get up and dance.”
“Amen to that,” said Kaya as she slammed a tray of shots onto their table. “If I'm not mistaken, I can see the DJ setting up right now.”
“I'm not sure I can even keep up with you guys and your drinking,” Tanya said. “Why can't we
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