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business going?” She asked.
“It’s good.” I closed my eyes. I’ve often wondered if I should tell her about my other life, but I know the less people knew about that life the better. “How’s your work? I keep seeing you on TV every now and then.”
“I know.” She said proudly. “They always bring me out when they have to interview some black celebs. I’ve met some of the best people.”
“Have you met Beyonce?”
“Yeah I know but I don’t care, she still the most beautiful woman in the world.” I told her. “Not counting you of course.”
“Oh, I’m sure.”
“Ranice, you already know you’re gorgeous. I’m sure you hear it all the time but you know I have no problem telling you.” I flat out said.
“Okay.” I could see her smiling from here.
“So what are your plans for tonight? Are you free?”
“Sadly no, I’m actually working.”
And that’s when I realized that I would have to go alone to the party. At least if I could bring Ranice, there would be someone else there that could keep me company. When I went to parties with the homies, they all left me to be with some chick. Now I’m not mad, but I am just not into the party scene. And once females see that you have money, you get some of the thirstiest bitches you ever seen. I’m good on all that.
“Damn. I was hoping that you would be free.”
“You really going to invite me to some New Year’s party last minute though?” She criticized. “If I could have went, I still wouldn’t have went.”
“Why not?”
“Because I wouldn’t have time to pull together an outfit like that. I have to get a new dress, new shoes, new-”
“I would have bought that all for you, no problem.” I cut her off. “That’s never a problem with me.”
“Oh yes, how could I forget that you are this wildly successful marketing executive with money everywhere.” I knew she was rolling her eyes. I’ve known this woman for so long.
“Whatever, but I guess I’m just going to have to go alone.”
“Aw a rich guy going to the club alone on New Years. What a shame. Let me hit up my friends and contacts at CNN and tell them to stop reporting on the war in the middle East. The real crisis is you Jammy Jam with no date.”
We busted out laughing. Ranice always had me on my toes and that’s why we kept going back and forth. I never found anyone like her, except for that mystery woman the other night. She moved with confidence just like Ranice, but she did it wearing casual clothes. Usually women in heels moved like nothing in the world could touch them, but she did it in sneakers. I loved a woman that could dress casual. It’s not that I didn’t appreciate a woman in heels, but those that could transition without a problem, they were too cool. Sometimes ladies that wear heels all the time are too girly. They don’t want to have fun or go out if it’s not to a five star restaurant. I’m not into that all the time and it seemed like that woman from that other night isn’t about that either.
I threw on my tuxedo. I just got it fitted the other day. I threw on some shoes with it and waited downstairs for my car to pick me up. I was surprised when I saw Black pull up in a Mercedes Benz. Black had a car but not a Mercedes. He thought, just like me, that it was too flashy for people with our lifestyle. Granted Black had some legal businesses to clean his money like I do, but still we liked to remain low key. I had a laundromat, a restaurant, two hair salons, and an apartment building. Black had a small apartment building and three nail salons and a spa.
“What is this? You are not my Uber driver.” I joked as he came out to greet me.
“I know, it’s a new look but don’t worry about it, I rented it.”
“You went to a rental place. I thought you don’t do anything that requires you to use ID.”
“I don’t.” He laughed. “This one is being rented by Marvin West.” He told me using his fake name. “Marvin is letting me
“It’s good.” I closed my eyes. I’ve often wondered if I should tell her about my other life, but I know the less people knew about that life the better. “How’s your work? I keep seeing you on TV every now and then.”
“I know.” She said proudly. “They always bring me out when they have to interview some black celebs. I’ve met some of the best people.”
“Have you met Beyonce?”
“Yeah I know but I don’t care, she still the most beautiful woman in the world.” I told her. “Not counting you of course.”
“Oh, I’m sure.”
“Ranice, you already know you’re gorgeous. I’m sure you hear it all the time but you know I have no problem telling you.” I flat out said.
“Okay.” I could see her smiling from here.
“So what are your plans for tonight? Are you free?”
“Sadly no, I’m actually working.”
And that’s when I realized that I would have to go alone to the party. At least if I could bring Ranice, there would be someone else there that could keep me company. When I went to parties with the homies, they all left me to be with some chick. Now I’m not mad, but I am just not into the party scene. And once females see that you have money, you get some of the thirstiest bitches you ever seen. I’m good on all that.
“Damn. I was hoping that you would be free.”
“You really going to invite me to some New Year’s party last minute though?” She criticized. “If I could have went, I still wouldn’t have went.”
“Why not?”
“Because I wouldn’t have time to pull together an outfit like that. I have to get a new dress, new shoes, new-”
“I would have bought that all for you, no problem.” I cut her off. “That’s never a problem with me.”
“Oh yes, how could I forget that you are this wildly successful marketing executive with money everywhere.” I knew she was rolling her eyes. I’ve known this woman for so long.
“Whatever, but I guess I’m just going to have to go alone.”
“Aw a rich guy going to the club alone on New Years. What a shame. Let me hit up my friends and contacts at CNN and tell them to stop reporting on the war in the middle East. The real crisis is you Jammy Jam with no date.”
We busted out laughing. Ranice always had me on my toes and that’s why we kept going back and forth. I never found anyone like her, except for that mystery woman the other night. She moved with confidence just like Ranice, but she did it wearing casual clothes. Usually women in heels moved like nothing in the world could touch them, but she did it in sneakers. I loved a woman that could dress casual. It’s not that I didn’t appreciate a woman in heels, but those that could transition without a problem, they were too cool. Sometimes ladies that wear heels all the time are too girly. They don’t want to have fun or go out if it’s not to a five star restaurant. I’m not into that all the time and it seemed like that woman from that other night isn’t about that either.
I threw on my tuxedo. I just got it fitted the other day. I threw on some shoes with it and waited downstairs for my car to pick me up. I was surprised when I saw Black pull up in a Mercedes Benz. Black had a car but not a Mercedes. He thought, just like me, that it was too flashy for people with our lifestyle. Granted Black had some legal businesses to clean his money like I do, but still we liked to remain low key. I had a laundromat, a restaurant, two hair salons, and an apartment building. Black had a small apartment building and three nail salons and a spa.
“What is this? You are not my Uber driver.” I joked as he came out to greet me.
“I know, it’s a new look but don’t worry about it, I rented it.”
“You went to a rental place. I thought you don’t do anything that requires you to use ID.”
“I don’t.” He laughed. “This one is being rented by Marvin West.” He told me using his fake name. “Marvin is letting me
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