by Ted Evans
Back in high school, she was the independent one. The one that I said was getting in the way of my game. She was supposed to say that things could work and that she loved me. She never did. She just kissed me on the cheek and wished me luck.
Just like that.
That was when I knew that I had to get out of the relationship. She didn’t think about me the same way that I thought about her. That was evident.
I’d spent the last four years hoping that she’d change her mind, but she never did.
I loved Nia back then, and I still feel the same way about her now. It’s as if she hasn’t aged at all. The same long blonde hair, perfectly cut and her hips, shit they used to grind me all night, and I never wanted her to stop. Now she’s just like a fine wine. Matured and in control.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” She blurted out as soon as she saw my face.
“I came to join the club. Single parent’s club.”
She shook her head vigorously.
“Hi. Hunter, how are you? Long time no see.” That was the greeting I was expecting; not the unwelcome one that I received.
“It’s a single mom’s club. No men allowed!”
“I didn’t see the flyer saying only women. In fact, that’s sexist. I could sue you for discrimination.”
She waved a finger at me; the one that I’d loved to suck and says, “Look if this is some game…”
But then she was cut short by this slim little Hispanic woman who had lust written all over her face. “He’s right. It doesn’t say, ‘single moms.’ It says, ‘single parents.’ Hi, my name’s…” she was just about to introduce herself, but Nia cuts her short. She was mad and fucking crazy.
How did I know?
Because she was waving her finger and tapping her left foot at the same time. Damn, some things never changed. That was the same thing that she used to do back in high school.
“We couldn’t discriminate, but it was clear from the word go, that this club was only for single moms.”
I brushed past her, trying to get through the damn door. “Ladies, do you mind if I join?”
There was a wave of silence and then a chorus of, “No.”
Before they could even finish telling me all the reasons that I can stay, and even join, Nia was at it again.
“I’m the founder of this club. The owner. The one that does the memberships and I say no.”
The Hispanic lady moved to my side and got so close that she could easily be a second skin.
“Well, this is a democratic society, and I think that you're a bit sexist. We could do with some fresh blood.”
I wondered if she means for the club or bedroom?
Either way, I was in, and there was nothing she could do about it. The victory is mine for the taking.
“Besides at my daughter’s school, there’s some single dads in there too. I could ask them to join. You know, to make up the numbers,” I’m addressing the question to the crowd, and I can tell that it’s working well.
“You guys sound as if you know each other. Why would you turn your friend away?” a brunette stood up and her question was directed at Nia.
Nia ignored her question, which was weird because she always had an answer for everything. Maybe she’d changed, just a little bit.
The crowd cheered and encouraged me to invite some of my single-dad friends. I smiled and used my charm, which I knew worked every single time. Because, as usual, I got exactly what I wanted. There was just one problem, I had no single-dad friends, but I knew tomorrow at the school gates, I would find them. How hard could it be?
“Don’t even think this means that you have a chance with me again! We’re over. You got it?”
I nodded slyly because she misunderstood. I’m not joining to be part of the group.
I was joining to be more than her friend.
I wanted to take up where we left off, and one thing was for sure -- I always got what I wanted. This time I wasn’t taking no for an answer to her coming back to me…read for free with Kindleunlimited or purchase for $2.99 by clicking this link!
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