So Special: Fanatic Love

10. Zane

Zane

M an, what bitch went to the blogs about me now? I wasn’t really fucking with anyone outside of Daisy. Not because I liked her like that. I was just an extremely busy man around this time of the year. I wasn’t worried what the fuck the blog said until I saw Asher’s reaction. I told him to send me the link so I could read it. He looked at me with hesitancy which made me think it was some shit that could get me caught up in some legal shit.

It took a second for him to send it to me. Let’s see what this shit says. I opened it and immediately scrunched my face at the heading.

Zane Anderson Son of Hall of Fame Pro Baller

Girlies and Gentlemen, the tea has steeped, and it is hot, sweet, with a little bit of spice. This gossip barista has gotten news that one of our favorite Pro ballers is the son of a Hall of Fame pro baller. Now we have all heard Zane say before in interviews that he unfortunately had no father-figure in his life. He alluded to not knowing who his father was. Well, a very reliable source pulled up on this barista to hand deliver this tea.

Who is Zane Anderson’s father, you ask? It’s none other than Hall of Famer Jackson London. Yes, the Jackson London who played for the Atlanta Vultures. Chile, who would have thought or known. Now, when I took a sip of this tea, I wondered how in the hell does Zane not know that Jackson London is his father? I was not prepared for the stream of juice that was introduced to the tea. Juice doesn’t normally go into tea, but for this tea it was delicious.

Word is that Zane’s mother, Porsha, we’re all familiar with her. She tried to blast her son a while back for not supporting her financially. That story was quickly debunked. The only reason that I’m reporting this story is because I did some digging to validate enough information to make the source creditable. You won’t fool this girlie twice.

Back to the tea. So, Miss Porsha was a bit of a groupie in her formative days when she lived in Atlanta. Now, no judgment. Get it how you live, bookie. Porsha was one of Jackson’s little slides. We know that during his career, he was married to Paula, and they had two sons: Jackson Junior, who currently plays for the Pittsburgh Oilers and Jamison, who currently plays for his dad’s old team the Atlanta Vultures.

From my research, it was no secret that Jackson London was quite the lady’s man back in the day. He was linked to several women before, during, and after his marriage. With that being said, it’s not surprising that there is a claim about Porsha being linked to him. All of this still doesn’t explain why or how Zane doesn’t know who his father is.

Here's the answer, loves. The claim is that Porsha did inform Mr. London about his son, but to make her go away, he paid her a whopping eight hundred thousand dollars! Yes, you read that right! Now you know back in them days that much money was a big, big deal. Today that much money is a big, big deal. Out of desperation, Mama Porsha took the money and moved around per the source.

Chile, that is so unfortunate that Jackson chose to sell his son. Poor Zane, well, not really. Jackson’s genes proved to be stronger than his character. All three of his sons currently dominate the league. They each can afford multiple Porsches.

“Porsha got me fucked up!” I yelled. “She really going out bad with this bullshit right here!” I knew my mother was treacherous, but damn. For years, I’ve dealt with her trifling ass, but this shit was too fucking far.

Asher shifted in his seat. “You really think she da one that sold dis shit to dis bitch?” His face was tight. “Now, I know she be trippin, but she would go dis far?”

“Hell yeah she fucking would!” When he asked me why, there was only one answer to give. “To get money that I wouldn’t give her ass.”

A Week Earlier…

I didn’t know why I was here, but I just wanted this bitch to stop calling me. Porsha Anderson was a woman that should have never become a mother. She was the most selfish, self-centered person that I had ever known. I think I knew since I was around seven that she was a fuck ass. If a thing or person didn’t benefit her, then she wasn’t interested in it. That’s the same approach she took with her parenting.

The only reason that I was introduced to football in the first place was because she met one of the coaches and wanted to fuck him. At seven years old, she signed me up and came to every practice. She didn’t give a fuck about me during those practices or games. The only benefit of my playing football was for her to be near the coach. All was good until I was almost nine when the coach’s wife found out. Porsha got her ass kicked and I thought I would get kicked off the team. Luckly, I showed promise, so the other coaches decided to have the coach that Porsha fucked switch teams.

Once that happened, my mother stopped coming to practices, games, and refused to pay the necessary fees. Other parents, coaches, and teachers were the reason that I was able to continue playing. Porsha was never abusive, just neglectful when it came to love and time. She did the bare necessities so that the state didn’t take me and cut off her welfare benefits. When I turned sixteen, one of my teammate’s parents allowed me to live in their basement which was a full apartment. I got a part-time job, and they charged me one hundred dollars a month to stay there. They also gave me a used car.

The point of all of those moves were to establish that I could take care of myself so that I could file for emancipation. When I came to my mother about it, she was against it initially until I warned her that I would skip school until she went to jail for truancy. Her dumb ass signed. That went to show how much out of the loop of my life she was. Colleges had been scouting me since I was a freshman, so it would have been counterproductive for me to sabotage myself. After I was emancipated, it was all up from there. Once I was drafted to the league, I paid off my teammate’s parents’ home and debts as a thank you.

“Whew, I am hungry!” Porsha plopped down in the seat at the table that I had been waiting for her at for almost an hour. “I haven’t had Del Frescos in a while.”

I just stared at her. I had no plans to eat because hopefully I wouldn’t be here that long. “Porsha, it’s so nice of you to come all the way here from Georgia. What is it that you needed to talk about? I have shit to do.”

She glared up from the menu. “I swear, you have no respect for your mother.” After her eyes went back down, she said, “It really is a shame.”

“I respect and love my mother to death.” My words caused her to look at me. “Lina Wilson will forever have my respect and love.” I didn’t know what she thought this was.

The waitress came over to top off my water and get Porsha’s elaborate lunch order. Who the hell ate steak and lobster for lunch at noon? When I started to say something, she asked me to wait at least until she got her drink. This bitch. Thankfully the waitress came back with her drink quickly.

She downed the entire drink before she set the glass back on the table. “Zane, look, you need to do a better job of making sure I’m provided for.” She got the waitress’s attention, requested another drink, then continued. “If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be where you are today.”

My eyelids weren’t functioning properly. The blink function must have turned off or some shit because no matter what signals my brain sent to them, they would not blink. I leaned forward with my forearms on the table. “Bitch, have you lost your fucking mind? You are none of the reasons why I am where I am today. You were never around to witness any of my accomplishments or to have input on them.”

The waitress brought her second drink. Porsha took the cup from her hand before the waitress could set it on the table. After she took a sip, Porsha spoke. “Zane, me not being there is the reason you had all of the support you did. Do you think all of those people would have rallied behind you if I were the doting mother?” She scoffed, then callously said, “Don’t be so fucking naive.” She sat back like she just told me off or something.

Yeah, I wasn’t about to sit here and entertain her ass. “Porsha, the house, ride, and money I gave you after I got my contract was more than you deserved. You’re not getting shit else from me, even my damn time.” I pushed my seat back. “From the bottom of my heart, Porsha. Kiss my ass.”

“Zane, I promise you that if you don’t give me what I asked for, you’re going to wish that you did,” she said with a grunt. “And where the fuck are you going? You need to pay this bill.”

I guffawed before my face contorted and I looked down at her. “Bitch, fuck you. You invited me to this muthafucka, so you pay for your own damn food.” I moved from the table and stood beside her. “As far as giving you money, you better do what you do best and suck a dick for some, because you’re not getting shit from me.”

“I reblocked her number as soon as I left the restaurant. I hadn’t really thought about her since,” I told Asher, Mama Lina, and Pop Collin. They came into the den after my explosion.

“Oh no da fuck dat bitch did not!” Mama Lina jumped from her seat. “I don tol dat ho wha da fuck e was ca be if she didn’t leave you alone.” She stomped out of the den. Me and Asher had confused expressions, but not so much for Pop Collin. Seconds later, Mama Lina came back into the den with her purse on her arm. “Come on here. Take me to da bitch house.”

I thought she was joking until Asher and Pop Collin got up. “Wait, you’re serious? She lives in Georgia. Nah, Mama, I’m not trying to have her sue you. That’s exactly what she’ll do too.”

Before anyone else could say anything, the sound of the front door alarm, then small, rushed footsteps were heard. My smile rose when I saw my nephew cut the corner. That little boy and Ashan lit up the whole world. They weren’t my kids, but one smile from them and every bad emotion I had melted away.

“Dada!” Ashtan greeted before Asher picked him up to kiss all over his face.

Katniss, Tiara, and Daisy weren’t far behind baby boy. Tiara had Ashan in a carrier hooked on her arm. Katniss moved straight to Asher who wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her in, and slammed his lips onto hers. My boy is in love.

Daisy was sexy as hell today. I loved it when I saw her in her work attire. It was like night and day with her. One minute, she was a hospital administrator. The next minute, she had my dick so far down her throat, I thought her ass was a descendant of Houdini. She was such a complex female.

Her smile was bright before she noticed Mama Lina’s face. “Mama Lina, why you look so agitated?” Daisy asked. Her arms were across her body and her little hip was poked out.

Another complexity about Daisy was her uncanny ability to be super giddy, happy, and crazy all at the same time. I waved my hand. “Nothing, we’re just chilling.”

“Don’t lie to dat damn girl, Zane,” Mama Lina blurted. “Dis boy mama don bumped her fuckin head and I bout to go finish and knock em off. What kinda woman go to da blogs and tell em who her baby daddy is, but ain’t tell da baby first?” Mama Lina slowly looked around the room before she answered her own question. “A hooka ho! Das who! Now let’s fuckin go before I fuck you up, Zane.”

Asher dropped his head. “Daddy, don’t let ya wife beat Zane dumb mama up. Da lady will sue her and by her, I mean me.”

Pops Collin chuckled before he shook his head. “Lina, chill out. First, we need da see how Zane wanna handle it.” Mama Lina was about to say something, but he held his finger up. “Lina, nah you know how far ta go and you bout to go pass dat.” He turned his body toward me. “What you wanna do, son?”

I lowered my head before I rubbed my hand down the waves in my hair. Did this shit hurt? Yeah, but did I want to deal with it? No. “Man, Pop, I don’t want to deal with it.” I glanced up. “I know Porsha and that’s what she wants: a reaction.”

“Wait, your trifling mama went to the blogs and told them that Jackson London is your father?” Katniss asked. “Is that true?” Her eyes were enlarged.

My shoulders lifted. “I don’t know. Honestly, I don’t care.” My head laid back on the couch. “This is the stuff that Porsha Anderson does. I’m sure she got a nice payout.” I was over this shit.

“Aye, all y’all gon somewhere. Let me talk ta Zane,” Mama Lina told everyone. She stood there while everyone filed out of the den.

Asher and Pops Collin squeezed my shoulder. Once everyone was out of the den, Mama Lina came over and sat down next to me. Once she was comfortably seated, she pulled me into her arms and hugged me tightly.

“I don’t know why the fuck that woman hates me, Ma.” That was all I could mutter.

“Baby, dat lady don’t hate you. She hate e self,” Mama Lina said softly. She pulled back from the hug, then used her hands to cup my face. “Look here, God don’t make no mistakes. Everything, includin dat lady bein a hooka ho was for a reason. Cause ha loose coochie been too busy, God put da people you needed round you so you ca be great. Like I tell you before, I ya mama.”

“Mama, did you say that lady has loose coochie?” Mama Lina couldn’t be serious even when she was serious. It was a special skill.

With a bright smile, she answered, “Looser dan a goose on some Henny.” She leaned forward, kissed my cheek, then stood. “Come on, I cookin some lima beans and rice.”

She didn’t wait for me to say a word before she left the room. In the short years that Lina Wilson had been in my life, she made more of an impact than my trifling ass mother had my entire life. I didn’t know whether this whole baby daddy story that she sold to the blogs was true, but either way it was messed up. I followed Jackson London’s career my entire life. I’ve played against Jackson Junior and Jamison while I’ve been in the league.

Just as I got out of my seat, my phone vibrated in my hand. I glanced at the screen to see (980) 222-1110. Who the fuck is this? I opened the text, and my blood immediately boiled.

(980) 222-1110: Bet you wished you’d given me that money now. I guess I’ll see if I can get it from your daddy. It’ll be a nice addition to what the blog bitch gave me.

My eyes closed and I took a deep breath. Don’t let this bitch get to you. She is insignificant.

Some Days Later…

I’d been isolated since that whole blog post about Jackson London. The mainstream media had picked the shit up. My agent instructed me to stay low. Go to practice, home, or personal places. That was not a problem, because I didn’t want to be bothered right now. I had to change my fucking phone number because bitch ass Porsha continued to call and text me from different numbers.

When I gave Mama Lina and Pops Collin my new number, they asked a thousand questions. Mama Lina threatened to beat my ass. I didn’t take her seriously until she got that damn fly swatter. I conceded and told her why. Once again, I had to talk her down from flying to Georgia. There weren’t going to be too many more times that I would be able to keep Mama Lina off Porsha’s ass.

Asher and Katniss were in their new relationship, fuck all the time stage, so I gave my boy some room. I was happy as hell for him. Sometimes I felt like I wanted that, but it didn’t seem like that was what was in store for me. He went to practice and was on that family life tip now.

Today was an off day as far as practice, so I’d been checking on some of my investments. When I went to college, I made sure I graduated before I entered the draft. I made the very intentional choice to be a finance minor, and my sweet spot was investments. I had always been good with money mainly out of necessity because my mother wasn’t. I was the one that made sure the bills were paid. If I didn’t, she would spend all the money on shoes, hair, bags, and nails.

Since Daisy commented on my balcony, I found myself spending more time out here. Watching the sunset was more peaceful than I ever thought it would be. My phone buzzed on the side table. When I picked it up, my smile broke through to see that Daisy had messaged me.

Daisy_Baby_Clt: Hey! I’m on my way to Kat’s place. Wanted to know if I could slide through to check on you?

Zane_The_Great: Yeah that’s cool! I’m at the crib.

Daisy_Baby_Clt: Cool! B there soon.

That message was right on time. I hadn’t fucked on Daisy since the night they got locked up. She claimed she was busy. I needed some pussy. I finished the beer I was drinking, then headed back inside. My housekeeper came earlier today, so my place was spotless. About fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at my door.

“What’s up?” I greeted Daisy as soon as I opened the door. She looked good as fuck in her casual wear. She never had to try to be beautiful. She just was.

She walked into my space, stood on her tip toes, then kissed my cheeks. “Hey, love.” She walked past me. It was funny that she was this small in stature woman but had a nice plump ass.

After I closed the door, I watched her go straight to my kitchen like her little ass lived here, then grab a bottle of water out of my water fridge on the counter. I just sat down in the den because that was where she would come. I hoped we ended up in my bedroom, shower, or we could keep it out here.

She took a sip of water before she put the top back on the water bottle, then set it on the table. “How you been feeling since everything came out?” She never wastes time with fluffy talk.

“That’s a loaded question because one, I don’t know if the shit is true and two, if it is true that’s fucked up. It’s fucked up all the way around, but with Porsha, it is what it is.” I was more curious at this point than I was angry. When you deal with certain types of people, the things they do no longer faze you. Yeah, they may do something that has you thinking oh that’s different, but even then, you’re not fazed.

Daisy sat with her body turned toward me. She leaned slightly forward with one leg crossed over the other and her arms rested on her leg. I noticed that the only time she didn’t wear her glasses was when she went out. She was sexy as fuck with them on. A few times that we had sex, I told her to keep them on. “I can see that. Yeah, that lady is messed up in the head. I’m sorry she’s like that.”

I cackled. “There’s no reason for you to apologize. What’s been up with you? I ain’t heard from you.”

“You know how I do. When I’m busy, I’m busy,” she said before she sat back on the couch. “Work has been crazy as hell, but nothing I can’t handle.”

This was crazy as hell. I knew she worked at the hospital with Katniss, but that was as much information as I had. “What do you do again?”

She smiled, then answered. “I’m a hospital administrator.” When I asked her what they did, I was impressed. “Oh, I do a lot of a lot. If I had to round it out, I manage the day-to-day operations of the hospital, which could encompass patient care, finances, compliance, staffing, programing, and a plethora of other things. I have a great team I collaborate with for success.” She picked up her bottle of water to drink some. After all that stuff she listed, I understood why she needed a drink.

“I can see how that would keep you busy,” I commented. “You’re out here being a boss. That’s what’s up.” I knew she handled her business. Now that I knew what she did, it made more sense why she was on the whole she didn’t need a man to finance her type flow. From what I knew, most hospital administrators made well over one hundred thousand dollars a year and that was with a public company. The hospital she worked at I believed was private.

I knew that she lived with her people, but not really. I’d overheard conversations between her, Tiara, Katniss, and Mama Lina about her living in an apartment above her parents’ garage that they had built for her. From that conversation, I learned that her pops was old school and didn’t want her to move out until she was engaged or married. I respected that and could see myself being like that if I ever had a daughter.

Her cheeks lifted, before she said, “A boss does what a boss has to do.” She glanced at her watch. “Well, I just wanted to check in on you. Katniss and Asher have been up under each other, so I haven’t had a chance to ask him about you.”

“Why do you have to ask him about me when you can ask me about me, Daisy? The same way you just came here to check on me, you can do that anytime.” I leaned forward and put my forearms on my thighs before I glanced over my shoulder in her direction. “What you got going on tonight? I wanna feel Suga Melon.”

She leaned forward, put her arm around mine, and pulled me back. With a cheeky, sexy smile she placed her lips on mine. Our kiss deepened. When I grabbed her hips to place her on my lap, she stopped me.

She lifted her lips off mine. “Um, no. I have somewhere to be soon. I don’t have time to take another shower,” she told me before she stood up. The fuck!

I stood next, then pulled her into my arms. My lips went to her neck. That was one of her spots I found out early. “We can just fuck in the shower, Daisy. You got time for a quickie.”

She moaned before she pushed me away with a light giggle. “No, I don’t, Zane. You not about to get me caught up and late. You don’t understand the concept of a damn quickie.”

Something in me ached for her on a deeper level in that second. Like word vomit, I just let it out. “Daisy, what if we tried the relationship thing on some exclusive shit?”

Her smile fell. She gawked at me for a second without blinking before she spoke. “Oh, I was waiting for you to say you were kidding or something. Zane, you don’t want to be with me. That’s not what we do or are.”

“How the hell are you going to tell me what the fuck I want?” I asked her incredulously. “Daisy, I’m a grown man. I don’t talk just to talk. I know what I want.”

Her head dropped. She shuffled on her feet, then her head lifted. “Zane, baby, you’re feeling a lot of things right now. Don’t get me wrong, fucking you is dope, and I want to continue that. The relationship shit ain’t us together or separately.”

Damn, the first time I put myself out there I got shot down like a simp. I nodded, then said, “That’s what’s up.” I took a step back. “Have fun or whatever with what you got going on tonight, and yeah, we can keep fucking.”

Her expression softened. “Zane, trust me, you don’t want this. You just think you do.” She stepped into my space, put her hand behind my neck, then pulled me forward. Her lips pecked mine. “I gotta go.”

I watched her walk away. After I heard my door close, all I could do was laugh. It’s been a fucked-up week.

A Few Hours Later…

Asher was on his way to my crib to chill since Katniss had to go into work for one of her doula patients that went into labor. I didn’t have to answer the door for him since we had codes to each other’s places. It took him less than five minutes to get to my place.

“My boy, wha you got goin on in here?” Asher’s loud ass asked when he came into my place. He had always been a happy person, however since he and Katniss got together, he’s been happier and lighter spirited. He sat down in the recliner that he always sat in.

When he came in, I had some game tapes on to look at plays and shit. I needed something to focus on and I’d finished my investments for today. “Ain’t shit. Watching game tapes. What’s up with you?”

“That’s what’s up.” He glanced at the television for a second. “Oh, dis a good game too.” He reclined back in his seat. “Hopefully, Fat-fat patient have dat baby soon and I ca squeeze in some time befo Daisy come back from ha lil date.”

My temples thumped. I know he didn’t just say what the fuck I think he did. “Date, word? Who she got a date with? You know?”

I saw the side-eye that he gave me. I knew that he would answer my question if he knew. “Mason.”

My head snapped in his direction. “Mason Phillips?” He nodded confirmation to my question. “As in our cornerback?”

“No, nigga, da dry cleana man,” he said with a chuckle. “Yeah, da cornerback. Shit I think dey been lowkey mixin for a while.”

Don’t do it! Don’t do it! “You know where they went?”

“Ah, hell no! What you fitn to do?” Asher asked before he sat his chair up. “Don’t be wilin outcha.”

I leaned forward. Should I tell him? Fuck it! “Man, I asked that girl if we could try being together on some exclusive shit today. She told me we don’t do relationships together or separately. Told me the only reason I asked her was because I’m hurting or some shit with that Porsha shit in a roundabout way. Now if relationships ain’t for us together or separately, then why the fuck she out on public fucking dates with someone who is blog worthy?

“When we first started fucking around, she told me that she didn’t want to be seen with me in public because she didn’t want to be linked with me,” I said. Miffed wasn’t a strong enough word for how I felt. My slit eyes lasered into Asher. “She’d rather be linked to Mason who got a baby mama and another on the way as well as rumored to have a fucking hand problem?”

Asher sat there for a second before he spoke. “Well, you know dat hands rumor is well-kept. Hardly nobody know dat shit. As far as da baby mama thing, you got me der.” When I asked him again where they went, he answered, “I heard her say dey been goin to Flem.”

“Cool, I appreciate you. I’m about to get dressed and get some dinner. You coming?” I asked after I got up from my seat.

Asher shook his head. “Man, I feel like I should say no, but at da same time I know Mason can ack up when he mad. I ain’t tryin to see you get lock up.”

I told him to get dressed. Flem was an upscale establishment. We needed to walk in there dapper. Daisy had me fucked up. Let me go put some sunshine in her life.

Me and Asher were ready in less than an hour and a half. We only lived a few blocks away from Flem. When we got there the hostess was so excited to meet the Asher Wilson and Zane Anderson together. We told her that we didn’t have a reservation, and she told us that was cool. She haphazardly mentioned that Mason came in tonight as well. It was nothing to ask where he sat, so I could tell my homeboy what’s up. “Oh, yes, he’s in a private room.”

A private room, huh. Yeah, Daisy had me real fucked up. Miss hostess led the way to the room. She lightly tapped on the sliding door, then slid it opened. “Mr. Phillips, a couple of your teammates wanted to say hello.”

After she stepped to the side, I came into the room. Daisy’s back faced the door. “Mason, what’s up?”

“Aye, what it do, Zane?” He stood to dap me. “What you doing here?”

I took a step back from him. “You know a man has to eat.” I turned to face Daisy. Her beautiful eyes were two times larger than normal. “Oh, shit, Daisy. What’s up, love?”

She stared at me like a deer in headlights. “Um, um, Zane, hey.” Poor baby didn’t know what to say.

Mason’s head bounced back and forth between the two of us. He pointed at each of us. “Y’all know each other?”

“Yeah, this my boo right here,” I told him with no smile, humor, or remorse present. I heard Asher say oh shit from behind me. “Daisy, you not going to stand up and give me a hug?”

The smoke that came from her ears increased the temperature by at least five degrees. “Zane, you can’t be serious right now. This is what we’re doing, now?”

“Man, what the fuck going on?” Mason asked. He turned to face Daisy. “You fucking this nigga, but you on my dick?”

Now there was steam coming from my ears. Oh, so she’s fucking this nigga too? Daisy dropped her head before she snickered and stood up. Her stare went straight to Mason. “On your dick? Nigga, when have I ever been on your fucking dick? You’ve never smelled this pussy, mouth, or ass.” Well, that’s good to know.

Mason’s jaw flexed then tightened. “Daisy, we been talking for damn near a fucking year. I’ve been wining, dining, and buying you gifts. What this nigga do to get the pussy?”

I put my hand up. “Mason, my man, did you hear me say that she was my boo? You talking a lil too loose to her for my liking.”

“I don’t need you to defend me!” Daisy blurted. She put her finger up in Mason’s direction. “Let me ask you this, Mason. Did I ever ask you to wine, dine, and buy me gifts? I told you from the beginning that I didn’t need a man to take care of me. You wanted to flex your wallet. Who am I to tell you not to?

“Furthermore, you bought me three bags, sent me to the spa a few times, and paid for lunch. We’ve been on a date like this, in private rooms, what, five times in almost a year,” she said with a slanted head. Her hand went on her hip. “Don’t fucking play with me. You can have those bags back and send me an invoice for the rest of the shit. Matter of fact!”

She grabbed her purse, then poured all of the contents on the table. I didn’t miss the fucking condoms in that bitch either. She chucked the bag at him. “You can have this muthafucka. Now I owe you two bags.”

Mason caught the bag just in time because it was about to hit him in the face. Before anyone could blink their eyes, he legit swung at her. I pulled her out of the way which caused her to yell. I punched him dead in his face. “Bitch, you got shit fucked up!”

It took three punches for him to take a nap on the floor. Once he was laid out, I turned my attention back to Daisy. I was pissed with the whole situation. “So, this the kind of man you want? A man that will swing on you and throw what the fuck he’s done for you in your face?” I shook my head with a chuckle. “Typical slick come up type of flow.

“It seemed like you were on the road to a relationship with this nigga, but me nah.” I hated that I was in my bag about this woman. How did I let it get this far? There have been plenty of females that I fucked multiple times, and I never felt like this with them.

Daisy said nothing to me. She walked over to the table, grabbed the cloth napkin, and put all of the contents from her purse in it. When she walked toward me to leave, she stopped in front of me. With a smile on her face, she said, “Fuck you, Zane. I mean that from the bottom of my heart.”

“Yeah, that’s cool. I don’t need another Porsha type bitch in my life,” I said with venom in my tone. My eyes closed when her hand slapped my cheek. When they opened, I saw the tears.

We had a stare down for a few seconds before she sashayed out of the room. She didn’t stomp, she didn’t yell, she just sashayed her sexy, sickening ass out. When Asher cleared his throat, it was like I just remembered he was in the room. Once he had my attention, he commented, “You’re wrong as fuck, my boy. I ga let you take da time to figa out why.” He pointed at Mason. “We ga leave him der or be upstanding citizens and get em up?”

“Fuck that nigga.” My lip turned up. “Let’s go, man.” Like there wasn’t a grown ass man laid out on the floor, we left. I gave the hostess a two-hundred-dollar tip for the inconvenience.

It didn’t seem like this week would get any better. I wondered how much further to hell it could go. Me and Asher rode back to our building in silence. That’s what I needed. No words because my thoughts were loud enough.