Page 77 of Offensive Plays
As if the twenty plus other shoots I’ve done haven’t been to get my foot in the door. I’m done trying to get my foot in the fucking door. It’s time a give that stupid door a stiletto stomp.
“I’ll call you when I’m done,” I hang up, exasperated, when another call comes in.
Shit. I can’t talk right now. I silence the call just as I’m walking through the doors of the warehouse, hoping I don’t get trafficked once inside.
Kesley whistles as I thumb through some of the photos on my phone. “These are hot, Lib. Who would’ve thought you’d be a lingerie model?”
I take my phone back. “I’m not a lingerie model. I’m just a model, Kes.”
“Right, right. How very uneducated of me,” she smirks. “You should send those pictures to stranger. See what he says.”
So I told Kesley that stranger and I are officially hooking up. She is still totally unaware that stranger is Fergie. And I decided, I’ll need to keep it that way.
Nobody could ever know.
“Yeah, maybe.”
“What’s wrong?” she asks fixing her lipstick with a few smacks of her lips.
We’re about to head to yet another Heatwave charity event. This one is tackling the homeless situation in our city. And Michael’s church has stepped up to co-sponsor the event and help fundraise.
“Mrs. Ferguson will be there,” I tell her.
She drops her arm. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” I say.
“Weird that she’s interested in coming out to something involving Fergie’s team. She’s never come around, right?”
“Nope, not until she found out her church is a sponsor. Now she has to show her face, apparently.”
“That fucking sucks,” she says.
“Thank you, I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks so.”
Technically, I’m not the only one who thinks so. Because it was Michael that warned me about her impending presence.
“It’ll be fine. She can’t be that bad. You’ve done your part. You’ve stayed away from her boys. That’s all she’s ever wanted. As stupid and unwarranted as it was. She has nothing to stand on.”
Except that I’ve done the complete opposite of that. She just can’t know.
Kesley touches my arm gently as she goes to grab her clutch off my bed. She’s getting ready at my place tonight since Zane is busy getting things for the event.
“Just stay with me for the night and I’ll give you a reason to avoid her. As many reasons as you need.”
I smile softly at my friend. “Thanks, girl.”
“I’d shank a bitch for you,” she says holding out her pinky.
“Right in the kidney,” I add, taking it in mine and sealing it with a kiss.
I can always count on Kesley to make me feel better.
But two hours later, in the middle of a full ballroom, I’m not feeling so great. My leg is bouncing under the table and Kesley keeps reaching for my knee and stopping it. Only for me to pick up the bouncing again seconds later.
I’m a nervous wreck.
“I need a drink,” I announce backing my chair away from the table. Tonight’s ensemble is a simple navy floor length gown. My hair is pinned to one side. The rest is cascading in front of my right shoulder.