Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
I wanted to disappear, but Maeve didn’t even acknowledge their existence, and Sheila just took my elbow and pulled me along with her, leaving the two young women who were the loudest fuming.
“What’s this place? I didn’t know this was here.” I guess I didn’t get out much since Covid, so there were some new places opened up that I hadn’t had time to hear about or see, not that I would’ve seen this place.
It was a nightclub, obviously and a huge one with more than one floor from the looks of it. The gentleman that Maeve was following took us to the VIP section, where there was a bottle person waiting to serve us.
Maeve made that poor girl, who was smiling for all she was worth when we came in, go and get a new, unopened bottle of champagne. She tipped her nicely, though, when she came back, so hopefully, that alleviated any negative feelings.
The place was already crowded, and most of the people who came in after us were going upstairs or heading to the bar on our floor. “This place opened about a month ago and has been all the rage since. People are coming from all over the south I hear, on account of one of the owners used to be a professional football player.”
“Oh, no wonder it’s so packed.”
“Yeah, I hear the drinks and food aren’t anything to sneeze at either.” I took a sip of the expensive champagne, and people watched for a minute.
“Hey, what did you give the bouncer?”
“VIP tickets. Clay’s the PT for one of the guys, and he gave him a handful that we just threw in a drawer. I figured now was as good a time as any to use them.”
I realized that we didn’t have to yell to hear each other even though the music was loud, and the next hour and a half was passed pleasantly, reminiscing about our wayward youth and the shit we used to get up to before we became respectable women.
All of a sudden, there was a hush over the crowd; even though the music didn’t change levels, there was something different in the air. “What the hell is going on?”
“That’s big dick energy.”
“What, Sheila?” Sometimes, I wonder about my sister-friend.
“She ain’t lying; look at the women. Look at how they’re fixing themselves and laughing louder to draw attention. I tried craning my neck, thinking maybe it was some ball player or the other that had walked in to make all the women go gah-gah.
A familiar-looking face walked through the crowd of men and women, stopping every once in a while to speak to someone, but it was obvious he was heading for the VIP section because there was nowhere else to go in this direction.
I started to get that nervous feeling in my tummy, and I didn’t want to say anything because he was almost here even though he kept being stopped. The smile never left his face, though.
“I know him.”
“You do?”
“Yes, he’s that cop that came to my house.”
“Really? I think Clay did say his client had retired and became a cop or something like that. I hardly listen to him when he’s talking about his famous clients because when am I ever going to meet them?”
What was his name again? Something Kirkland, Kinky, what the hell? I was drawing a blank. “Good evening, ladies; wait, don’t I know you?” He squinted in the way people do when they’re trying to remember something.
“Jolene, right?”
“Yes, you came to my house about two months ago.” I noticed his eyes go to my finger, but he didn’t say anything.
“Do you ladies have everything you need?” I looked at the other two to answer, and Maeve nodded her head yes.
They introduced each other, and once he realized who her husband was, the two of them started chatting like old friends, but I wanted him gone so I could ask her for all the info. Not only that, but he kept looking at me every few minutes, and I needed to pee.
“Oh, this is my sister Sheila and our best friend Jolene. We’re celebrating her divorce.” Oh, good heavens, why?
“Oh really?” Did his smile just get wider?
JOLENE
Damon Kincaid. That was his name. He finally walked away to greet other guests, and I finally got my chance. “What the hell is big dick energy Sheila?”
“Money looks and a big fat dick. And he’s got them all. Whoo, child.”
A couple servers came over with trays of food, wings, mozzarella sticks, fried green tomatoes, fried okra, and a whole lot else that I couldn’t see into the baskets.
“Now, that man’s done sent everything on the menu to this table and he keeps looking over here. He knows I’m married and that Sheila is married. I wonder who all this is for?”