Free Bitch Reloaded by Deja King Page B

so much. You can meet me at my place around six-thirty. We can leave from here."
    "Oh, I thought that was Jamal's place, moved in already?"
    "Pretty much, I'm basically here all the time."
    "Well, I'll see you at six-thirty." I hung up the phone and realized I only had a couple of hours before it would be time to go.
    Surprisingly the traffic wasn't that bad, and I arrived at Jamal's place right on time. I figured I would drive so I called Nina and told her to come downstairs. She strutted out the building with a form fitting top and skin tight pants. I guess since Jamal wasn't around she could leave her librarian outfit at home. "Damn, this shit is hot," Nina said admiring my baby blue Bentley.
    "Thanks."
    "Damn, you really came off marrying Supreme. I know you must be living fly. I didn't get to attend y'alls wedding but I heard it was like that. Plus I saw the pictures in In Style magazine.
    "Yeah, it's hard to think about all that, when a few months later you're attending your husband's funeral." Nina put her head down with a look of shame for making such a shallow comment.
    When we sat down courtside mad heads were in the place. I had never been to a Knicks game, but the shit was cool. It was a totally different vibe than watching it on television. With the music, amped crowd and all the celebrities it felt more like a party, but only the lights were on. With the players dribbling the ball up and down the court, it was weird having them up close in your face like that.
    "You know I use to mess with one of the players on the Knicks." Nina sounded as if she was trying to brag when she made the admission.
    "Good for you," I responded nonchalantly
    "He wasn't no star player though, just a benchwarmer. If I could've landed a superstar like Stephon Marbury, I would've hit the jackpot. But somebody beat me to him. He's married. His wife is beautiful, too, her name is Tasha. She be at the games all the time. Could you see yourself marrying a basketball player, Precious?"
    "Nah, my men need a little gangsta wit' them. Like Nas say "Make sure he's a thug and intelligent too."
    "I feel you. I love me a thug ass-nigga." I turned all the way around in my seat and gave Nina the craziest look. We both knew that Jamal was as intelligent as they come, but a thug he was not. "I mean I used to like thugs, before I fell in love with Jamal," she said, trying to do damage control. I knew I was right about Nina. She was acting like the hot box that she was now that Jamal was nowhere in sight. The true Nina was showing her face, and all I could do was shake my head. Jamal had his head so far up in Nina's pussy; there was no way to warn him about his trifling fiancee. He would just have to find out the hard way. A ho could only hide her stripes but for so long. Hopefully Jamal would figure that out before walking down the aisle with the hussy. If not, it wouldn't be too long before they ended up in divorce court.
    After the game Nina and I stopped by The Garden bar and restaurant where the courtside ticket-holders kicked it. By the time I finished my second drink, I was ready to go home. As I drove Nina home she made it clear that she didn't want the night to end. "One of the players for the Knicks is having an after party at Taj. We should go."
    "I'm tired, plus I'm sure Jamal is ready for you to come home."
    "He had to go out of town-that was the something that came up. So I don't have to get home no time soon."
    "I hear you, but I'm beat. I have to get up early in the morning, so I really need to get home."
    "That's too bad, but we can always hang out another time. I think we could be good friends, Precious."
    "Sweetheart, I don't have friends."
    "That's too bad."
    "Bad for who?"
    "For you. Everyone needs somebody." By this time I was pulling up to the Trump Place. "I really had a nice time with you. I hope we can go out again together."
    "Maybe."
    "I'll give you a call. Bye, Precious."
    "Bye." I watched Nina walk up the stairs, and she wasn't