“Are you friggin crazy? You should have told him!” In the parking lot of a supermarket, I chastise Nick, “The Whore of Babylon.” “I panicked, and you weren’t any help... leading me, forcing me to lie.”
“Oh please, I didn’t force you to do anything. That was all you,” I state angrily.
“That wasn’t the appropriate time nor place to tell him either.”
And I agree. Nick and I were married in Vegas. It was a spur of the moment proposal that I readily agreed to. We both confused lust with love. We’d been fuck buddies for three months after I left Tyler. It was a wild three months, as Nick and I both share the same malady. We’re both addicted to sex, and thinking that we were the perfect fit, we eloped.
I was new to Mayberry, and he was my first victim. I called it off as soon as we’d made it back home. I put a stop to our plans to move in together. We were supposed to tell his parents and friends at a small dinner. I moved, changed my number, and closed all of my social media accounts. The crazy thing about all of this is that we’re still married. We got five more months of separation to go before we can file for a divorce.
“Which one of us is going to break the news to him?” I ask.
“You’re the one that has him on the verge of proposing.”
“Yeah, you dumb bitch, you did it again.” He says heatedly.
“Maybe I should tell him. I’ll save him from a major heartbreak and disappointment, again.” He says maliciously.
“Wait... I think that we should think this through a little bit more.”
“Nah... I got this.” He says, already making a quick exit back to his car. “Nick…” I can only stare helplessly as he drives away with a resentful scowl.
“I’m in a world of shit,” I tell Damon, as we’re posted up at the slots machine. I’d taken a spontaneous vacation and dragged him with me. He’s the only person that I could call a friend. I’d gone back to the place of my misdeed, Vegas.
“Bitch, I’m jealous that you’re riding Mr. Roman.”
“You’re supposed to be comforting me and offering support in my time of need.”
“Fine, everything’s going to be okay.”
And this is why I don’t have friends... “Well, enjoy yourself. I’m going back to my room.”
“Girl, get yourself under control. You made a mistake, boo hoo... You’re only human, and if Mr. Fine as wine Roman, can’t accept that, then honey... in the words of “N’Sync,” Bye... Bye... Bye... Bye... Bye...!” Damon states, with a wave, and sharing a giggle, he hugs me. “See, now that’s better. Now let me get back to trying to win some money because I’m trying to see some strippers later. I’m going to need a few private sessions.”
I feel so much better, and three days later, I’m back in Mayberry, minus Damon. He found himself a rich rancher, eloped, and retired within forty-eight hours of our being there. Vegas is the city of dreams or the stuff of nightmares in my case. I’d left my phone behind. When I returned back home, I had no missed calls and no voice or text messages. I’m confused and then happy that Nick didn’t tell him.
Enjoying a day out, I do a little shopping. I run a few errands and settle in for a night free of worries. Wait a minute. It’s been a week, and I haven’t felt the need to jump on the first penis that I saw, nor the urge to pleasure myself. Happy that my life is taking a turn for the better, I fall asleep with a smile on my face.
“Oakwood Finance is on hold. They’ve been calling since the day you left.” Mandy, my receptionist states.
“Has Mr. Covington been by?”
“No.” She says, answering the ringing phone.
Heading to my office, I get a message from Damon. “I’m living my best life, bitch! Roman... who??? Lol...” Chuckling at the image of him donning a wedding veil with overalls and boots in the arms of his gorgeous husband, I answer the phone in good spirits. “Korin Danvers.” The response is curt and to the point. I’m to pay off my loan within a week, or they’re taking me to court.
Pouring over my contract, they can call in my loan at any time, no rhyme or reason. I’m up shit creek without a paddle. A hundred thousand dollars, I don’t have that kind of money. The entire loan was used to fund advertising for my accounts, which over time would pay back the loan and earn me an income. I just got started... I’m screwed.
I hate to do it, but I need some help and calling Roman, I get a disconnected message. Going to his loft and then on to his apartment, no one answers. I try his mansion and can’t make it through the gates. Dejected, I go back home and cry myself to sleep.
“I expected my best girl to be in high spirits. Things didn’t go so well with Roman?” Damon on speaker, inquires. “No, he pulled one of my numbers, disappearing completely.”
“I know, and now my loan for the business is being called in early.”
I’m quiet, trying to call up as much patience and self-control as I can. I have a meeting with the owner and manager of Oakwood Finance at three. I wasn’t about to take this lying down. I’ve worked hard to get my business up and running, and I’m not about to be treated any kind of way. “How much is it?”
“A hundred thousand.”
There’s an extended pause before he comes back. “Girl, I got you.”
“Fifty thousand, as a thank you. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have met my hubby. The other fifty’s on loan. Pay it back when you can. Send me your info, and we’ll have it to you within the hour. “Are you serious?”
“Girl, send the information, bye!”
In disbelief, I plop down onto my couch. Somewhere there’s an angel sending good fortune my way. Coming out of my stupor just as quickly, I waste no time sending Damon my account information.
I’m made to wait in a large room at Oakwood Finance. The manager’s working away at his computer, as I’m inspecting a piece of artwork. The owner spared no expense on the décor. I would be nervous, but I’m elated that I have all of their money. If they call the loan in early, all the interest is cleared. So I’m almost officially debt-free when it comes to the business. I just have the loan from Damon’s husband, which I intend to pay back asap.
I’m still on a high from my good luck when Roman walks into the room. My heart literally skips a beat. What’s he doing here? “Mr. Covington, thank you for joining us. I apologize that you had to come here for such a small matter.” Says the manager. Kissing ass is a necessity when you’re not working for yourself. “It’s no problem. This shouldn’t take long.”