"Between me and you, last week I was so horny I thought about getting my creep on. If I didn't have every eye in town watching me, I swear my groove would be back by now. Not saying cheating is what I want, but a woman has needs," I confided.
"Don't get drastic! You know he is a fool over you. Just give him a chance to explain why he is late tonight," Rhonda calmly spoke up in Titus' defense.
"How can he explain, if he won't answer his phone? I called his cell fourteen times today and guess what?"
"He didn't answer?"
"Bingo!" I stretched out on the sofa and stared at the ceiling while I held the phone to my ear.
"Yes, but think about the end, when he doesn't have to hustle like this anymore. You're already living larger than you'd ever imagined. Remember in high school when you said that by thirty you would have a three-story home with a Denali sitting beside the hottest sports car in your four-car garage?"
"Yes, I remember that. I also said that by thirty, me and my perfect hubby would have traveled the world over and would start working on a family. A lot has changed since high school."
"Okay, well, you'll be able to appreciate those long trips and long hours away from home when your pockets blow up like an atomic bomb. Start a family and travel the world on that!"
If I knew one thing for sure and two things for certain, Rhonda could see good in everything Titus did. She was part of the reason I put up with him as long as I had. That and the fact that he would probably kill before he let me go.
"Well, girl, I'm going to let you go. No need in both of us having a depressing Friday night," I said.
"Imagine that." Ronnie laughed.
"Whatever. I'm sure you're about to get your club on or do something fun."
"No, actually sweetie, I had a little company earlier, so I'm going to be getting some much needed rest."
"Anyone that can keep 'Ronnie the Diva' away from Club Diamond on a Friday night must be the-man-twenty-grand." We both laughed at my corny joke. Rhonda began to speak, but I cut her off. "Let me guess. Is it Curtis Jackson?"
Instead of answering the question, Ronda sighed exhaling a long breath.
"Well, don't be all secretive. Give up the goods, who is he? Do I know him?"
"Let's not get into all that, Miss Thang. I will tell you all about him soon enough. Listen, I'll talk to you tomorrow," Rhonda said after a yawn.