“I’m gonna get that Angela. Give me to like tomorrow. She with it,” he gloated. That Al could sure switch it up. He couldn’t help himself.
I laughed at his silly ass and checked my watch. “I gotta get outta here, man. Got shit to get into.” I hopped into my truck and took off to Philly.
I headed straight to my place. I had an apartment in Bala Cynwyd, not too far from the job. I had paperwork to go through before meeting with my attorney the following day. I had to be on top of my game for that shit. I knew he’d grill my ass for facts that would be found in these documents he had sent over a couple of days ago.
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That Friday, I found myself at lunch with Zoey. It was somewhat coordinated seeing that Alton was finally fucking her girl, Angela. We sort of ended up waiting on them and had to preoccupy ourselves, and why not over food. I was sick of the diner. That was Al’s speed. I’d had too much of that shitty food. We ended up at a Sergue, a restaurant I had my assistant arrange to open early so I could eat somewhere decent. It wasn’t the fanciest of places; I wasn’t on a date. Just somewhere I could have privacy and use as an alibi in case Al got caught again with another girl. One armor went with Al and the other stayed with me and sat at a nearby table.
Zoey sat across from me, just as irritated by the idea of having to wait on her girl to get fucked as I was. She was so damn pretty though. Her hair was straight today, but still unstyled and she wore small gold stud earrings, making me wonder how her understated look would pair with diamond studs instead of the beads of gold. She still had on her club uniform shirt and little khaki shorts that showed off her slender yet long legs. And although I was grateful to not be with yet another eager individual who wanted to put me on the running wheel, under the spotlight to perform, I couldn’t help but notice her less than appealing disposition.
I had to spark up a conversation or I’d bail on Al’s trifling ass. I couldn’t lie, as much as I wasn’t 100% decided on her motive, Zoey still intrigued me. She was like a closed book and I figured I could use her as entertainment while I did this childish ass high school cover up shit with Al.
“So,” I started, not knowing how to initiate a conversation with this young girl.
A young girl who I oddly found attractive.
“So,” she parroted.
That tickled me.
“So,” I sat up in my seat. “…you never answered my question.”
“What question is that?” Zoey plucked at the table cloth.
“Why is it that a girl like you hangs out with a girl like Angela if you guys don’t have the same agenda?”
I took notice of the ice on my Audemar. It’s time to have it cleaned.
She sighed, “Well, that girl is my cousin.”
My eyes rolled over to her. “Really?” My face fell towards the table. “So we have another set of young girls claiming to be related, thinking it’s a way to express allegiance to one another. I’m from Newark, heard it all before.”
Zoey rolled her eyes, “Try my mother and her father are blood siblings kind of cousins.” She shook her head like she was frustrated and let out a breath. “Listen, I know Angela can be racy; I view it as charm, but she’s a good person. We’ve been close since we were little and she’s the realest person I know. She has a really good heart.”
I snorted, “She has proclivities for chasing ballers with paper is what she has.”