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one night and the only score I had attained tonight was getting the biggest Johnson I had ever experienced.

Zacariah
    Of all the people Essence had to show up with, she had to be with Jaquon. Talk about irony since he was my man’s best friend. Thousands of men walking around in the area and she picks the one person who I disliked most. Here I was trying to get my game on and she shuts it down at halftime being with him. I hoped he didn’t see me, especially with me trying to push up on this guy.
    I stroked my hair turning my head quickly hoping Jaquon didn’t see me with Red Bone. It would make his day to see me with this man, just so he could go back and inform Derrick about my little rendezvous.
    Cooper was Red Bone’s real name, and he swore up and down he was the Mack Daddy of smooth brothers. He looked as though his brotherhood was in question due to his light skin, curly hair, and green eyes acting as kryptonite to the ladies. And, yes, he lured me in nicely, but not with his hair or his eyes. He had me when I saw him sporting a Rolex and a Dolce and Gabbana velvet blazer with a crisp white shirt and black leather and suede moccasin-style Penny Loafers. He screamed money .
    Of course, I couldn’t act like I was taken by him. That’s why I walked by him in my Asian-style printed dress accentuating my exposed back. The Jimmy Choo’s lengthened my legs, making them sparkle like a trickling river on a sunny day. Soon as I passed him, he eyed me, just like I knew he would. I caught the eye of several other prospects also, but none of them interested me. That’s because they were screaming, “I’m broke. Can you buy me a drink?”
    Sitting down at an empty stool at the bar, I beckoned the bartender and asked for an apple martini. When he brought me my drink, he pointed at Red Bone and said it was taken care of. I lifted my glass and nodded in his direction. He smiled, and I said, “Gotcha!” to myself.
    Moments later, he came over and introduced himself tome.
    â€œMy name is Zacariah.”
    â€œZachariah?” he questioned.
    â€œNo, it’s Zacariah. Za ... car, as in car ... rhea, like diarrhea. Zacariah.”
    â€œOkay, I got it now. It’s a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman,” he said, looking at me lustfully.
    This was the only part I hated about telling anybody my name. Every time anyone saw it, they thought I was a guy called Zachariah. I loved my name because it was sort of unique. I didn’t hear many individuals with it, but sometimes it did become a burden with so many pronouncing it incorrectly.
    Red Bone was a prosecuting attorney, which explained his pricey attire. He bragged on himself like he was giving a bio on how fabulous it was to be him. He told me about his forty-four hundred square foot home in the Hills, his Porsche coupe that he paid $83,000 for, and his collection of vintage cars. He had looks and money, but nothing else of interest to talk about. He bored me beyond belief. It was all about him, him, and please, let’s talk about him some more. I had to sip my drink frequently to keep from yawning in his face and playing narcoleptic to his tiresome banter. Laughing when he laughed not knowing what the hell he was talking about, I acted like what he was saying was law itself. I really wanted him to shut the hell up and invite me to a nice, luxurious suite for a quick nightcap.
    I snapped back to attention when I saw Essence and Jaquon walking in my direction. I couldn’t let him catch me so I quickly excused myself and proceeded to the ladies’ room. Maneuvering my way there, I cussed at myself, hoping Jaquon didn’t see me. I didn’t want to get busted, but I damn sure wasn’t ready to leave without doing what I came here to do. I would not be a happy woman if I couldn’t jack this man for some of this money he’d been talking about most of the night, but I would sit in this restroom