Sunday, January 6, 2013

Sample Sunday

Ain't Too Proud To Beg - Vaughn Breland has never been one to let a woman tell him what to do. When he finds himself at the mercy of beautiful physical therapist, Trenyce Clark, he has to decide what’s most important–recovering from his near-fatal car accident or maintaining his macho image.


Vaughn, it’s Reese.”

“Reese, how are you?” I couldn’t wait to hear her explanation of why it took this long to call.”

“How am I? Why didn’t you call me and let me know you were all right?”

I almost checked out, and she has the nerve to have an attitude? “My phone died.” And I almost did too. “I’m recovering pretty well. Thanks for asking.”

Her tone softened. “I’m sorry, but I just thought all this time I hadn’t heard from you because you were mad at me.”

Insecure women were such a pain in the ass. “Now aren’t you glad you didn’t come along?”

“That’s not funny, Vaughn. I’m so happy you’re okay.”

“Has the media given any details?”

“What kind of details?” she asked, sounding suspicious.

“About my injuries.”

“No, the report I saw just said you were in a serious car crash. Why? Is it worse than they made it sound?”

“You could say that. My face is jacked up. I broke both my legs and dislocated my hip.”

“Oh, my God!” she whispered. “So, how long will you be in the hospital?”

“I’m not in the hospital anymore. Craig Weinstein is letting me stay with him until I can get around on my own.”

“Did they tell you how long it would be?”

“They don’t really know. Physical therapy might take a year.”

“What!” Vaughn held the phone away from his ear at the shrill volume in her voice. “So, what’s going to happen to us with the film?”

Ah, that’s all she wanted to know. She’s worried about her job. Apparently the studio hadn’t yet informed the cast of their decision to replace me, and I wasn’t going to be the one to tell her.

“Us? Or you?” Silence. “That’s what I thought. I have to go, Reese.” I clicked off my cell and closed my eyes, meditating on what she had just said, but I had no reason to be disappointed in her. From the first day’s read-throughs in the studio conference room, I’d known a hook-up with Reese was inevitable. She’d seemed thrilled to meet me. That’s why I liked young actresses. So many of them were easily impressed and more than willing to do whatever it took to get to the top. Fortunately for me, they were clueless that I couldn’t do jack to get them there.  From the beginning I’d known she was only sleeping with me because she assumed it could advance her career. Yet, the fact that she hadn’t shown the slightest bit of personal concern for my situation irked me more than it should have.

What had I expected? Over the years, Devon had repeatedly told me, “Those hit and runs might serve your immediate needs, but one of these days, you’re going to need a woman by your side. One that cares about you more than anything or anyone else in the world.”

      He was right. Constant female companionship wasn’t a problem, but I never had an interest in turning any of those hook-ups into something more. Tenuous relationships had always been just fine with me. I didn’t need the hassle that came with commitment. In my mind, marriage was the ultimate prison. Like having cable with just one channel. Sometimes you might just want to watch another damn movie for a change. Devon was a prime example. Since he married Shontae, his independence had all but disappeared. He and I used to do the club circuit and even vacation together. Now he had to consult with Shontae to take a leak. Well, it wasn’t that extreme, but my boy no longer had the freedom to do as he pleased. And he no longer did the club scene at all unless he and Shontae received an invitation to an affair at one L.A.’s nightspots. I didn’t comprehend how Devon could stand it. On the other hand, I’d never seen a woman love a man as much as Shontae loved him. In the two years they had been married, they had faced in-law issues and a stalker situation and seemed to be more in love than they were on their wedding day. I believed Shontae would actually give her life for Devon if it every proved necessary. And Devon would do the same. Sometimes I secretly wondered what that must feel like.


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