“What happened to you last night?” another asked.
“That was so long ago that I don’t remember,” was his answer.
“Am I gonna see you later?” asked a woman in a red dress.
“I never make plans that far in advance,” Bobby told her and dismissed her.
Lately, Bobby’s head hasn’t been on business. He’s been in some kind of early mid-life crisis, or some shit like that. He brought a new CLK35 °Cabriolet convertible Benz and went back to runnin’ the club, which he didn’t really have to do since Tara has been runnin’ the joint for years. I mean he’s still with Pam and he’s a good father to his children, but he’s on a mission to fuck as many women as he can. I can’t say shit about that ’cause I’ve been on a tear my damn self.
In addition to Maria, and the occasional stray, I fucked Mercedes. The day after I’d made Maria stop dancin’ at Cynt’s, she set the pussy out for me. To be honest with you, I really don’t even like her. Probably ’cause she got ’bout as much sense as a box of rocks, but she is so fuckin’ fine that I had to have her. The last time we were together she told me that she was gonna change her name to Diamond, ’cause when I call her box of rocks she thinks I’m talkin’ ’bout diamonds.
Then there’s Jackie’s fine ass. Jackie is bi-sexual and likes to invite her girlfriends along to play with us, which always makes for an interesting night. And Jacara; she’s a nightclub singer that I met in the Bahamas. I only see her when I’m down there visiting Michelle.
Maybe it’s both of us in mid-life crisis.
I know Bobby loves Pam and would like for things to be different between them, but it is what it is. I know what my problem is. I love Cassandra and I miss her. Miss everything about her. The hole she left in my life has grown, and no matter how I try to fill it with these women, I know I never will.
When we got to the office, Bobby made us some drinks while I went and stood by the two-way mirror that overlooks the club. I looked out on the floor for Maria and spotted her on the dance floor. I looked around for Kevon, he was on the dance floor too, but his eyes were on Maria.
“What you wanna talk about?” I asked when Bobby handed me my drink.
“I want to know what direction you goin’ in.”
“What you mean?”
“I mean you got Wanda wide-open; making plans for us to get out of the game and at the same time you got Nick steppin’ up to run things.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Other than it makin’ for some long nights in that house, you mean?”
“Yeah, other than that.”
“Nothing, I guess. I just wanna know where your head is.”
“One is the future, one is the past.”
“I know that shit. Wanda’s in my ear with that shit all the time.”
“Right now, as long as we’re makin’ money and nobody’s fuckin’ with us for a change, I don’t see any reason why we can’t do both. But us goin’ legit is where we’re goin’.”
“Fair enough. So what y’all got planned for me in this bold new world?”
“I don’t know. What you wanna do?”
“What Wanda got you doin’?” Bobby asked.
“Goin’ to borin’-ass meetings with borin’-ass people talkin’ a bunch of borin’-ass shit that I only half understand. But the numbers look good, so I ain’t sayin’ nothin’. Wanda is makin’ us a chunk of money that way.”
“Any women at these borin’-ass meetings?”
“Some.”
“Probably a bunch of stuck-up hoes who think they’re better than everybody.”
“Some are, some aren’t,” I said and thought about Meka Brazil. She’s a very smart and very interesting investment banker who Wanda and I met with about a week ago. Sometimes I wonder why I’m attracted to powerful, professional women like her, but gravitate to woman like Maria and Mercedes.
“Well, next time you have one of these borin’-ass meetings, I want to be there. If that’s where we’re goin’ in the future, I need to be a part of it.”