"Since you know so much about me, and my woman...how did you even know what I was dealing with at the time? You just so happened to run up on me at the diner...I had mad shit on my mind. No doubt, you looked stunning, but I was in no position to approach anyone! I was broke, I was stranded, my girl had left me..."
"I know, left you outside the club, and now you all fucked up...blah,
blah!" Lani said interrupting. I was there that night...uh huh, yep. How do you
think I got a copy of your CD? Bought it! Ha ha, I just so happen to represent
Halftime. I saw how your woman talked to you that night, and I thought it was
rather fucked up. No lie, I followed you; I figured you were in need of me. Oh,
and besides, I am sure you would try to do some dumb shit like press a suit,
when clearly you were at fault. I could have killed you at my house and not a
damn body would have known. If you weren.t thinking about that big ass dick
of yours, you would have avoided this situation altogether. How are you going
to explain me to her? What, am I going to disappear? You gonna drop me off
somewhere? You gonna..."
"What the fuck you talking! Junya interrupted infuriated. Let me tell you
first off...I was feeling you, I admit it, don't hold it against me. I also knew that
if anything, you knew your way around the city, and I could kick it with
somebody new. How often is it when I come out to The City, never. Call me
whatever you want. The fact of the matter is, you was feeling me." Junya ended
his comment subtlety.
"No, see, where you went wrong, you had the chance of a lifetime, and
you folded. I didn.t tell you this, but I do not fuck with rappers. I represent
them in the court of law as the job I love. I attend to their contractual matters, I
accompany them on foreign trips. It is strictly business. My first husband was a
producer for one of those big time rappers. He played me like a Playstation™
boy! I remember one night; this is when we were engaged, he told me to get
naked and come into the grand hall in the house. When I walked in there, I saw
a roomful of men holding champagne bottles...smoking weed...he made...he
made me have sex with all of them! All of them! And what do I get out of it?
Not a God damn thing! I get to sleep in the same house where that shit
happened."
Lani wiped a tear from her face and fell silent.
"I did not know it was like that. But in all honesty Lani, I do not know
what the fuck Kheva...uh, my girl was doing in that club. All I know you.re
your client and his boys whooped my ass and I got thrown out of the club. No
one, not even my own woman came to see what happened to me outside. You
were the first person that I spoke to that I felt comfortable with. Maybe I was
being greedy by coming to see you, knowing I wanted to sex you...but I am out
here nonetheless. I could have easily stayed in Connecticut, and I would not be
drivi..."
"See...see what I mean! Khevasiah knew where her truck was. In fact,
she is probably doing exactly what she said she came out here to do. You know
her, and you know damn well that is how she is, no ifs about it. You were the
only one that felt you had to come out here and fuck around! You, fucking
around in New York, for what? Huh? don't be stupid like that in your life, ever.
That is why I ask you, why you are so damn selfish? And you still have not
answered my question!
Junya listened to Lani.s talking, and just kept silent. Junya reached over
and turned the volume down on the radio. He leaned up on the windshield and
looked through the glass as if he could not see.
"Where is this place again?" Junya asked in a firm tone.
"Well, if you were reading the directions, you would know to have gotten
off at the last exit."
"Rotid..." Junya exclaimed in a patoi.s dialect. He immediately cut
across two lanes of traffic and got off on the immediate exit.
As Junya got off of the exit, he noticed a gas station. He pulled up to the
pump farthest from the well lit station. Junya took off his seat belt, then leaned
over to kiss Lani.