Party Girl (5 page)

Ava shook her head. With Trent,
she felt like she no longer needed a man to rescue her from her financial woes.
“I might be able to use some money I have saved for a rainy day.”

Trent moved her body on top of
his and kissed her. “We’re a team. Whatever you need, know I got you.”

Ava nodded and kissed him back.
Then she felt him grow hard as his engorged penis pressed against her. Ava
lifted her hips just high enough to give him room to enter her.

“You’re becoming my drug, Ava.”

Ava responded by moving her body
up and down as he threatened to fill her body with his hugeness. No other man
lit a fire inside her body and her heart like Trent and she never wanted this
feeling to end.

“I’ll see you back here at five
fifteen,” Trent said while leaning over to kiss Ava goodbye the next morning.

She wiped her lipstick off his
lips and smiled back at the man she loved. “I’ll be here.”

Ava reached in the backseat
behind her for her tote bag and hopped out.

Chapter 7

“Don’t pull off just yet,” Ricky
called out after hopping out the passenger door. “I still have to grab my
briefcase.”

Trent waited patiently for his
coworker to get his belongings so he could get home before Ava stopped by. They
planned to go to a movie and dinner. Then the following day, they were going to
a dealership to test drive a few cars.

“You know my home girl Ava?”
Ricky asked while leaning inside the car. He was holding up a square black
card. “That’s what’s up! I knew you weren’t as straight laced as you appear.”

“What are you talking about?”
Trent countered. He tried to see what Ricky was waving in his hand. “Ava’s my
girl.”

Ricky laughed. “She’s everybody’s
girl if the price is right. Damn you got a few cards back here, too. I don’t
blame you. Her pussy is all that.”

Trent reached across the car to
snatch Ricky’s collar.

“Yo man! What the fuck?” Ricky
yelled back pushing Trent off him. “All this over a ho?”

Ricky flung the cards from his
hand into the car and stormed off. Trent picked up one of the squares and
looked at it.

“Ava’s Events?”

What the hell was Ricky talking
about and how did he know how Ava was in bed?

Ava picked up her phone and read
the text. She didn’t recognize the number using her Google line.

Ava quickly typed back asking the
person to identify themselves and who referred them to her.

Rick Wesley

Ava smiled. Ricky was always
looking out for her. Unfortunately, she was not looking for new business.

“Sorry, booked,” she typed back.

Ava placed her phone down but was
surprised to hear another text come in.

Thought U do
private parties

Ava replied, “Depends. Date.
Time. Location. Theme.”

When the sender didn’t respond
right away, Ava didn’t expect to hear from him again. She decided to call Trent
instead to check on him. When he called earlier complaining of not feeling
well, Ava offered to go take care of him, but he quickly told her it was not
necessary.

“Hey baby,” she said sweetly.
“Feeling any better?”

“No.”

Trent’s short, clipped words did
not escape her, but assumed it was because he did not feel well.

“Want me to bring you something
to eat?”

“I’m good.”

Ava heard a chime in her ear
alerting her that she had a text. Not wanting to interrupt her conversation by
typing out a response, she pulled up Google Voice on her computer and read the
text that way.

“Why do you sound so distant?”
Ava asked Trent while simultaneously typing a response. When the potential
client asked her about rates, she told him a fee and that she required a
deposit of fifty percent sent to her PayPal account.

Trent answered, “I’m just tired
and have a headache. I’m going to bed.”

“Okay.”

Before Ava could say anything
else, Trent hung up the phone.

Tonight at the Sheraton downtown on 9
^th
Street in an hour

Ava read the text and was
surprised the guy was so eager to get together. In need of a new car and
knowing her savings account only had so much money in it, Ava sent one more
text asking the guy for his name and email address so she could forward the
invoice to him. Within five minutes, she was sending Michael Travis a request
to deposit money into her account and five minutes after that she got
notification that the transaction was done.

Ava heard her phone vibrate after
changing the volume setting so she would not be interrupted.

Room 823

Ava smiled and looked forward to
getting some easy money tonight. If it was a friend of Ricky’s, chances were
she would also enjoy working for it.

Ava stepped into the elevator
wearing a pink Herve Leger dress and matching Manolo Blahnik pumps. For what
Michael Travis was spending for his private party, she couldn’t walk in looking
broke down.

Gripping the vintage red wine and
the small tray of sexy edible treats, she approached the door and knocked.

When the door opened up,
everything in Ava’s hands went crashing to the ground.

Trent reached for her wrist and
yanked Ava inside the room.

“You’re right on time,” he said
sourly.

Ava felt her heart pound against
her rib cage as she held onto the closet door behind her for support. “Trent?
What are you doing here?”

“Surprise, surprise.”

“I thought you weren’t feeling
well,” she quickly recovered. As he moved to step near her, Ava stepped away
and around him.

“What’s wrong, honey? Expecting
someone else?”

“This isn’t what it looks like.”

“I know exactly what it is, so
cut it with the bullshit.”

Ava shook her head furiously
hoping to wake up from her nightmare. “Trent, please. Let me explain. Ever
since I met you, I stopped planning parties. I only did this because I needed
the money for a car.”

“Wait a minute. You wouldn’t take
money from your boyfriend, but you would sell your ass to a stranger to get
it?”

Ava heard his words and realized
how bad it sounded. “I don’t sell myself. I-I-I host parties and I’m an event
planner.”

Trent’s laugh echoed around the
room. “Are you serious? You call yourself an event planner?”

Ava nodded.

“You’re a hooker!”

“No I’m not,” she cried in
defense. She was having a hard time trying to convince the man that she was not
what others mocked her gig to be. What she did with her business was keep
control and maintain the upper hand. Hookers had pimps and escorts had madams.
She only had herself. “When my friends want to have parties like when they
watch a game or boxing match, I host it and keep things running smoothly.”

Trent stepped so close to her she
could feel his harsh breathing against her face. “Smoothly on your back or
bobbing on your knees?”

Ava pulled back her hand to slap
him, but Trent stopped it before she reached his face. Then he moved in close
to kiss her, making her lips swell under his passionate lock.

“I thought you loved me,” he
finally whispered against her mouth.

Ava nodded her head. “I do. I
love you so much, Trent! I really do.”

“Then why are you here looking
for someone else?”

“I don’t know,” Ava said shaking
her head. She swallowed the tears running down her face every time her mouth
opened to apologize.

“Ssssh,” he murmured before
kissing her again.

Trent moved her body backward to
the mattress. He climbed on top of her, never letting his lips leave hers.

“I wanted to marry you, Ava.”

His confession made her cry
harder.

Trent’s hands pulled her dress up
above her hips as he tugged at her underwear. He finally gave up trying to
manipulate the fabric of the dress and rose up far enough so he could rip it
down the middle to her thighs.

Ava gasped as he yanked to ruined
material away from their bodies. Then when he moved back on top of her, she
spread her legs and let him nestle between them where she knew he belonged. A
part of her hoped he wanted to be close because he forgave her.

Trent quickly undid his shirt and
pulled down his pants. He then thrust so hard inside of Ava, she screamed out
in pain.

“Trent!”

He moved inside of her body
looking down at her tear stained face.

“Is this what you like them to
do, Ava? When you have your little
parties
?”
he asked her. As his questions continued, the harder he rammed himself inside
of her. “I heard you let them run trains on you. I waited for you like a sucker
because I wanted you to know how much I loved you. That it wasn’t about the sex
when that’s all that mattered to you.”

Ava buried her face inside of his
chest and held on to him. She heard the pain in his voice as he continued. Then
she felt a tear fall from his face.

“I bought you a ring. I planned
to propose to you tonight.”

“We can still get married. I’m
not the same person I used to be, Trent. I changed. I promise!” she cried out
between the sobs.

Then he pumped his dick inside of
her three more times before erupting inside of her. The powerful aftershock
rocked them both to the core and Trent collapsed on top of Ava.

He slowly got his breathing under
control when he looked into her eyes once more, as they were slowly growing
heavy. He kissed her swollen, pouty lips and pulled out of her.

“No we can’t. You know it’s
impossible to turn a ho into a housewife.”

His words stabbed at her heart
and she quickly turned away to bury her face inside a pillow. When she heard
the door close a little while later, she rolled toward it to see if he really
left and found several bills with her business cards on the bed beside her.

Epilogue

Six months later…

Ava stood up with the other
graduates in her row and made her way toward the stage. Proudly, she accepted
her degree before accepting the handshakes from the college faculty.

She knew the cheers in the
audience were for the other students, as no one was there to see her finally
achieve her dream, but for one moment she imagined they all were shouting for
her.

Feeling the urge to pee, Ava
continued past the aisle she was supposed to return to and walked toward the
closest building on campus. It was a beautiful spring day, just perfect for a
daytime graduation ceremony. Thankfully, the temperatures cooperated. She
worried it would be too hot for her to sit outside for hours in a cap and gown.

Pushing out of her gown, Ava
unzipped the fashionable maternity jumpsuit she was wearing and handled her
business. After leaving the restroom, she decided she accomplished what she
came to do and there was no reason to return back to the ceremony. Besides, she
was hungry and it was getting late.

Ava continued walking to her
favorite café and was glad there was not a crowd. If she hurried, she could
catch an earlier bus after eating and get home before her favorite television
shows came on.

While standing at the crosswalk,
Ava glanced at the building where Trent would often appear out of during their
courtship. Thankfully his assignment with that client had ended and he was now
working at another location.

After he left the hotel room that
night, she found out he changed his numbers when she tried to call the next
day. When she stopped by his apartment a week later, no one was home. A few
days after that, his place was vacant. It was all for the best anyway, Ava
realized.

She had no room for love in her
life except for the child growing inside of her.

Feeling her unborn child kick
just as the light changed, Ava crossed the street and rubbed her side. Waiting
at the light, she thought she recognized Drew in a car, but it wasn’t him.

Relieved it was not
him
, Ava entered the restaurant and placed her order. She
was in the mood for two slices of cheese pizza and fries. While waiting for her
order, she considered texting Drew to check on him anyway. She heard he had
been having problems with his health.

After she found out she was
pregnant, she told him she didn’t think they should see each other anymore. She
couldn’t look at Drew anymore without feeling guilty for what she did in the
past. Just when she gave up hope of ever having a child, the baby came into her
life to give her a third chance and she didn’t want to blow it.

Drew offered to provide for the
baby and even added her to his company’s insurance plan so she could have
medical benefits. Ava refused his help and returned all of the paperwork that
had been forwarded to her, including the medical cards. She was determined to
do right by her child and that meant she had to start doing right for herself.

Ava’s name was called and she
reached to accept her tray of food. She carried it to a table and sat down,
placing her cap and gown in an empty chair. Then for the last time, as she
didn’t expect to return to the café again now that she graduated, she pulled
out a book to read it.

“You’re just getting to
The Racketeer
?” Trent asked during his
approach to her table.

Ava looked up at the man that taught
her love was for fools.

“I stopped by for a meeting
across the street and thought I’d stop in for a quick bite before I head home.”
When she didn’t speak, he continued while nodding toward her graduation attire.
“Congratulations. Celebration dinner?”

“I guess so.”

“May I?” he asked, but sat down
before she could respond. “I tried calling you a few months ago. I wanted to
apologize for how I acted when I found out, but none of your numbers worked
anymore.”