Free Fitness 4Play: One Night Stand (Novel 1) by Marcus Woods Page A

he said, smiling. After eating out
Keisha, I could care less about eating actual food. I just hope dad
do not smell remnants of the oral sex fiasco. I desperately need to
wash my face.
    "Yeah, she sure is." I got up and went back
outside with my dad. A million thoughts are running through my
head. The most prominent is if I am the father of Keisha's alleged
child, how will I break this unsettling news to Lucy? I have to
handle this Keisha-baby situation soon or it will damage my
relationship with Lucy long-term.
    I'm proud of my dad for making a complete 180
with his life by conquering his personal issues. Now, it seems I
need to conquer a personal issue.

Chapter 13
Woe Is Me
    (J-Shin "One Night Stand" playing
in the background)
    What a way to begin a Saturday. My eyes
fixate on the bedroom ceiling since waking up. It's as if I'm
waiting on God to come down and tell me my next move. I can't
believe I could be a father from a one night stand. This shit isn't
right. My phone been ringing non-stop. I'm apprehensive to talk to
anybody, especially Lucy. What if she finds out before getting a
chance to tell her? There is no way I'm letting that happen. I need
to talk to someone ASAP about this matter because this "woe is me"
attitude does not fit me.
    I proceed to dial Greg's number. The phone
rings a few times before he picks up.
    "Hello," says Greg.
    "Hey playa. What are you up too?" I ask,
trying to conceal the anxiety in my voice.
    "Ah, nothing much,. My wife has gone to work
and I'm off today. What's up?"
    "Ok cool. Well when you get a chance, stop by
today. I got something important to discuss with you."
    "Hmm. Ok. Is everything alright?"
    "Wellllll not really. That's what I need to
talk to you about."
    "Ok. Well I will be over there in less than
an hour."
    "Aight. I appreciate this G."
    "No problem Dab. See you shortly."
    "Aight." I hang up the phone.
    I'm fortunate to have a supportive friend
like Greg with whom I can discuss personal issues. He's aware about
all the issues I ever encountered, especially with the opposite
sex. This Keisha issue is the biggest one of them all. Baby or not,
I refuse to let her delusional ass impede the progress I'm making
in life. I hope Greg brings some popcorn, because this mess only
happens in the movies.
    ***
    "What? She said that? At your dad's party in
your mama's crib?" Greg asks. His pupils dilate through his
glasses. He arrived 30 minutes ago. I filled him in on every detail
I could think of regarding this ordeal between Keisha and I.
    "Yes playa. It's crazy as hell ain't it? All
this drama is from a one-night stand. A fucking one night stand!" I
exclaim, shaking my head in disbelief.
    "But wait a minute. Have you even seen the
boy?"
    "Not at all. That's why I said it is alleged
I have a son. I haven't even seen a pic or anything yet."
    Greg strokes his chin. Suddenly, he blurts
out, "I know how to prove it! Does she have a Facebook page?"
    The imaginary light bulb came on over my
head. I recognize where Greg was going with this. I have been so
distraught; it never crossed my mind to check her Facebook page to
verify her son's existence.
    I grab my laptop and log into Facebook.
Surprisingly, we never were Facebook friends so I had to search for
her. Not knowing her last name, I scrolled through all the Keisha's
in the Memphis area. After 20 minutes of searching profiles, I
found her.
    "Here she goes G. Keisha 'Missy' Johnson.
That's her crazy ass," I said. Greg starts laughing. She is by
herself in a profile picture. Most new mothers have a photo of
their child in the profile pic. So far, so good!
    "Okay. Well let's do some investigating and
see what we can find," says Greg.
    "Cool. Let's do that."
    We began checking Keisha's photo album. Most
women have pictures of their kid(s) somewhere in their Facebook
photos. After scrolling through various pictures, we stumble upon
some of her holding an infant. My heart sunk like the Titanic. Greg
and I simultaneously glance at each other and