Married on Mondays
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Slipping my room key into my handbag, I left my suite and made my way to the lobby. The bellman smiled at me. “You are one gorgeous woman. Can I, make that, may I assist you?”
“Thanks, but no thanks. My driver is outside,” I politely said, exiting the hotel.
I eased into the backseat of my white stretch limousine and gazed out the window, lost in thought about how I’d befriend Darius’s mother tonight. Was my seat even close to hers? I had the advantage, being that I knew what she looked like and she had no clue who I was.
A long line of limos led to the theater. My driver opened my door, I swooped my hair to one side, thrust my breasts forward, arched my back, and smiled as though I was Mrs. Darius Jones. An usher escorted me to my seat. I sat one row directly behind my future mother-in-law. By the end of the night, I would become Jada’s newest best friend or her worst enemy.
A very pregnant woman being escorted by a tall thin man with a long ponytail stepped sideways in front of Grant and Jada. When the pregnant woman sat down next to Jada, Jada turned to Grant and stared into his eyes. Squinted. Frowned. I noticed Jada’s jaw tighten.
Halfway through the movie, the pregnant woman moaned and held her stomach but continued watching the movie. The screening was nice but I was in PI mode. Things moved quickly. After the credits rolled, the director proposed to Velvet, the pregnant lady’s water broke, Velvet accepted the marriage proposal, then Grant asked, “Honey, is that my baby?”
My jaw dropped. I thought I was on top of everything, but this was new and valuable information. Jada’s cell phone rang, temporarily interrupting the flow of things. Honey answered Grant, “It’s not your child, but these babies are your twin boys.”
Jada stopped speaking into her phone long enough to call Honey a liar. Jada walked off, then cried, “Fancy was hit by a drunk driver. We’ve got to go to the hospital.”
Bingo! I said to myself.
Jada yelled, “Grant! Did you hear me? Darius’s wife was hit by a drunk driver! Let’s go!”
I guess people have the right to be consumed with their issues. Jada was worried about Fancy. Grant was worried about Honey. And I was concerned with Darius and finding out what hospital Fancy was in.
My intention to get Darius was no fly-by-night suck-his-dick groupie trick. Oh, no. I was determined to either marry him or massacre him. If I couldn’t have Darius Jones, no woman would, especially Fancy. I’d make sure Fancy’s hospital stay was permanent.
I stood in the aisle, waiting to follow Jada to the hospital.