so by rule of the restaurant, it was his.
“I mean, if you’re willing to let me take you on a date, you can have the pie and I’ll even pay for it,” Boon had told her. Almost as soon as he told her that, he realized it was a mawkish comment, but it was too late to take it back. Much to Boon’s surprise and liking, Shardae accepted.
“I’m glad you didn’t come at me with the disrespectful stuff. That corny move just got you a date,” Shardae gushed, as she exchanged numbers with him.
Boon was a little embarrassed, when she called his pickup line corny; but hell, he thought it was too. Shardae was almost a Stacy Dash look-a-like, but with more hips, bust, and ass. She was no taller than 5’4 and wore her hair in some honey blonde micro braids.
Boon was looking for an outfit to wear tonight; he and Shardae were going to the Cubs game. “Shar”, as she went by, had never been to a professional sporting event and eagerly wanted to go. As he walked in Footlocker, he heard a female voice call his name from behind.
“Daniel Watson? It can’t be!” the woman said.
Boon froze in his tracks and turned to see whom it was that had called his name. It was none other than Taz. Boon frowned, as soon as he recognized her. She was gorgeous in her grey, Hermès, summer dress with the sandals and handbag to match. Just seeing her caused Boon’s loins to go crazy; however, he felt some type of way about how she had left him. Gold digger.
“Tatiyana Lopes,” he said, dryly. “Surprised you know who the hell I am,” Boon stated.
“Well, aren’t we bitter?” Taz poked fun at him. “The dick was great, Boon, you just couldn’t afford a bitch like me. I’m a few levels above your pay grade, or have you gotten yo’ cash right?” Taz retorted.
“Bitch, fuck you. Apparently, yo’ scandalous-ass ain’t got yo’ mind right yet,” Boon snapped and walked into the shoe store.
It had been months since a broad had remotely pissed Boon off, and the last time had almost proved fatal. He sometimes woke from dreams of killing Mela for fucking his supposed-to-be homeboy.
“Can I help you find something, sir?” the teenaged salesperson asked Boon.
“Yeah, if you can tell me what kinda drugs these hoes on that got them actin’ all cocky.” Boon was still a little miffed. The salesman only shrugged his shoulders. “Gimme these and these in a size ten and a half, li’l bruh,” Boon said, referring to the same pair of Kevin Durant’s in different color schemes.
It was about 2:00 p.m. and Boon wasn’t set to meet Shardae until 7:00. Boon got into his Challenger, fired up his engine, turned on Pandora Radio from his phone, and pulled off. Before he was even five minutes removed from the mall, his music was interrupted by his phone’s incoming call. His phone was connected to his radio, so he could hear his conversation through his speakers. He didn’t recognize the number, but he answered anyway.
“Wazzup?” he said to the caller.
“Can I talk to Boon?” a woman’s voice asked.
“Who this?” Boon asked, as he made a right turn, half a mile away from his destination.
“This is…wait, promise me you won’t hang up first.”
“Man, hell naw. I ain’t promisin’ shit. Who are you?”
“Please, Boon. Tell me you won’t hang up once I tell you.”
“Okay. I won’t hang up. Now, who is this, actin’ 17 and shit?” Boon asked, becoming annoyed.
The voice was sexy, coming through his speakers, but Taz had pissed him off already, so he was in a fucked up mood.
“This is Gia. Giovanni Frazier. You remem—”
Boon hung up. Rick Ross’s “Hit You From The Back” was playing on Pandora. It was interrupted twice more, before Boon finally answered.
“What you want, Gia? Huh?” he yelled. “You died to me when you did that triflin’ shit.” If the episode with Taz earlier hadn’t pissed him off, this shit definitely did the trick.
“Boon… baby, I’m sorry. I—”
Boon hung up again. He wanted answers too; he just had to get her irritated first. After all, she fucked up, not him.
The next call from Gia went a bit more civilly. In the end, she convinced Boon to meet up with her after his date with Shardae. Boon said he didn’t trust her enough to come to her, so he’d tell her where to meet him after he left Shardae.
Boon wondered if any other man went through the type of shit that he went through with women. Of course, they got dumped, but the shit Boon encountered had to be on another level.
“I should kill these hoes for playin’ wit’ pimpin’,” he joked, as he dropped Shardae off after their date and pulled away. He’d had a good time at the game with her; he’d even scheduled a dinner date with her for later in the week. For whatever reason though, he could not get his mind off Gia. He thought about how sexy her ass sat in a pair of boy shorts. How she moaned his name when she rode him and let him dive deep into her love glove from behind. Most of all, he thought of when she had fucked Shyne and he had heard it all. For some strange reason, being pissed like that was giving him a rush. Combined with his encounter with Taz earlier, and the thoughts of Mela from months ago, this shit with Gia only intensified the rush, and Boon began to smile wickedly. He grabbed his phone to call Gia.
“I thought you was gon’ stand me up, Daddy,” Gia said, as Boon unlocked his car door and let her in at the Texaco.
“I was,” he said, almost seriously.
Gia sucked her teeth. “Stop playing.” She leaned over, kissed Boon on his ear and sat her purse on the backseat.
Boon couldn’t be mad right now if he wanted to. Gia had on a yellow tennis skirt made by Ralph Lauren and a white Ralph Lauren T-shirt, with yellow sleeves. She smelled like something Boon wanted to lick off her. She knew what she was doing, dressing sexy and smelling all provocatively and shit.
“So, where to?” Boon asked, trying to compose himself and tame his third leg.
“Let’s find us a lounge or somethin’. I wanna hear some music, but I still wanna talk to you,” Gia said, rubbing Boon’s thigh.
Boon reclined his head in understanding, turned up the Yo Gotti song on the radio, and worked his way through traffic.
After a short drive to the Westside, Boon found the perfect spot. An upscale lounge/bar called Three Sheets. The couple entered and found a nice, cozy booth in the corner. A waiter approached and asked if they were ready to order.
“Let me get a 20-piece order of lemon pepper wings, Grey Goose and orange juice, and a Cosmo for the lady,” Boon said.
He knew what Gia wanted; it was her favorite drink.
“You remembered,” she murmured, with a look of remorse.
“Is that a bad thing that I did?” Boon asked, when he saw her expression.
“No.
