Playing Games

Playing Games

by Daryl Moore


Publisher BookBaby

Published in Literature & Fiction/Urban, Romance/Multicultural, Literature & Fiction/Contemporary, Romance, Literature & Fiction

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Book Description


Charlie Mack is an affluent, charismatic, Real Estate agent. “With an 8 to 1 ratio it would be selfish of me to only date one woman,” he said. Charlie goes through great lengths to fulfill his women desires and keep them unaware of his promiscuous behavior. Sandra is a beautiful woman. She’s a detective by nature. She’s looking for an honest man not a womanizer. If I find out you’re playing games you’re going down.

Sample Chapter

Playing Games

“With an eight to one ratio,” Charlie whispered to Greg, “it would be selfish of me to date one woman.” They watched ladies enter and exit the coffee shop. Charlie leaned back in the chair and took a sip of caramel macchiato. He placed his sunshades over his eyes as the sun beamed through the tinted window.

“Variety is the spice of life,” Greg said. “Why take one piece of candy when you can have a handful.” Greg took a sip of coffee while enjoying the soft music in the background. They were real estate agents and doing quite well in the business.

“She’s hot,” Charlie said while observing a lady approach the coffee shop. He removed his shades so that he could get a better look. She entered gracefully and smiled at them as she walked toward the counter. The scent of vanilla permeated their nostrils. “She has beautiful eyes and a sexy walk.” Charlie positioned his chair so that he could get a better look.

“I have got to meet her,” Charlie whispered. “She has a wonderful personality.” He took another sip of coffee. I would love to get between those thighs, he thought to himself.

“Personality my ass,” Greg said. “That woman is beautiful. And we both know what you want.” Charlie chuckled and took another sip of coffee.

She retrieved her coffee from the counter and headed toward the front door. Charlie stared at her with a smile on his face as she approached. “What?” she asked playfully upon reaching him.

Charlie stood up and extended his hand to greet her. “You are beautiful, and I’d love to take you out on a date,” he said.

She scanned him up and down from head to toe. Her facial expression changed from playful to serious. “I’m looking for a man, not a little boy. I’m looking for a man who says what he means and who’s not playing a lot of games.” Then she looked into his eyes. “Are you that man?”

“My word is my bond,” Charlie said. “I’m a grown man and I don’t play games.” She reached into her purse and they exchanged business cards. Charlie watched as she walked toward her car.

“My word is my bond,” Greg repeated while laughing. “You’ll say anything to get a number.” He took a bite off his donut and another sip of coffee. “My gut feeling is telling me you should walk away. She’s different from the other women you’re dealing with.”

Charlie glanced at the card before stuffing it into his wallet. Sandra; she’ll be a good team player like all the rest, he thought. He took a bite of his donut. “My name is Charlie Mack, and I’ve mastered this game.” Greg shook his head.

They finished off their food and walked across the street to the real estate office. Charlie pointed up to the monthly sales chart. Greg’s name was at the top. “I’ll be taking over that spot this evening,” Charlie said, “and collecting that $500 bonus check for the most sales this month.” He was settling on a $500,000 property, which was going to net him $20,000. Winning, he thought as he looked at all the other losers on the chart.

“I see somebody’s walking around the office with their chest stuck out,” Greg said. “Just last month when I collected that bonus check, you were quiet as a house mouse.” He penciled in his next appointment on the calendar. “I guess drinks will be on you tonight, Big Money.”

“Not tonight,” Charlie said. “I’m picking up a dozen of roses for my lady. “And to sweeten the pot, I’m stopping off to get her some barbeque spare ribs.” A devilish smile appeared on his face. “My island girl called yesterday and said she needed some loving.” Visions of hot, passionate sex went through his mind. “I’m setting the mood so that when I leave the house I won’t hear anything from my lady.”

“Yeah you’re setting the mood alright,” Greg said. “When you leave the house she’ll be thinking you’re going to your part time job.

“Why make life harder than it should be?” Charlie asked. Then he cleared his throat. “Roses put a smile on her face, and it’s easier on her if she thinks I’m going to work.” Then he looked up at the sales chart. This imaginary part time job has been a life saver, he thought. It gets me out of the house with no questions asked.

Charlie made an about face and walked into his private office. He sat down in the leather chair; then looked up at the wall clock. Money, he thought; as soon as the deal is settled I’ll have my money wired into my account.

For the next 2 hours, Charlie checked on the status of his current and prior clients. It’s about time, he thought as the clock struck 12:00 pm. He stood up wearing a blue pin stripe suit, dress shoes, and a silk and wool blend tie. Then he glanced into the mirror as he walked pass. The suit doesn’t make the man, but it sure helps. He tossed a breath mint in his mouth before going into the lobby to meet his clients.

“Everything is going fine,” Charlie said, as his clients sat nervously anticipating purchasing their dream home. He escorted them out the office and into his 650 BMW. It was loaded with all the bells and whistled. He tuned his satellite radio to smooth jazz for the ride to the settlement company.

“Today is the day,” Charlie said. “In a few hours you’ll be walking away with keys to your new house.” He led his clients into the office. When they signed the last page, Charlie handed the new home owners a fruit basket and a $500 visa card. Then he dropped them back off at their car and wished them well.

Charlie pulled out his cell phone and checked his bank account. A wide smile spread across his face. The settlement company had already wired the money into the account. It pays to be me, he thought. I’m winning.

Charlie sat in the car for a few more minutes. Brown sugar, he thought. I can’t wait to see my island girl this evening. Then he headed to Victoria’s Secret. I’m going to get her the skimpiest outfit.

“May I help you?” a young lady asked as he entered.

“Yes indeed,” Charlie said. Then he looked at her with lust in his eyes. “My friend is about your size. I’d like to get her something special for the evening.”

“I’ve got just what you need,” the clerk said. Then she showed him some boy shorts and a matching bra.

“Would you put it on?” Charlie asked. “So I can see what it looks like.”

“Funny,” she replied playfully. “I see somebody’s got jokes.”

“Baby, you can’t blame a brother for trying,” Charlie replied. Then she rang him up. Roses, Charlie thought to himself. There’s a flower shop on the way home. He stuffed the Victoria’s Secret package in the back of his trunk. He placed a dirty old blanket over the package to conceal it.

Shortly thereafter, having made a few stops, Charlie pulled in front of his house with a dozen roses and a slab of ribs. She has a beautiful body, he thought as he watched the neighbor attending to her yard. “When you’re finished over there you can start on my yard,” he said.

“Ha, ha,” The neighbor chuckled. Then she stood up and placed her hands on her hips. “How are you doing?” she asked.

“Great,” Charlie said. And looking at you in those shorts it’s just getting better, he thought to himself. He grabbed the bags and locked the car doors. They exchanged a few words then he walked into the house. If I thought she could keep a secret I’d tear that thing up.

He walked through the foyer, around the stairs, and into the kitchen. He dumped the ribs into a pan and discarded the boxes. He placed biscuits in the oven and greens into a pot. Great, he thought. When Jackie enters the house, I’ll pull out the ribs and stir up the greens.

It was 4:00 pm when Jackie’s keys rattled at the front door. Charlie greeted Jackie with a kiss and a hug. Then he escorted her into the kitchen. “Baby sit down and relax,” Charlie said. “I’ve prepared you a home cooked meal.”

Charlie fixed her a plate of ribs dipped in sauce, with a side of greens and a biscuit. The aroma saturated the kitchen. Jackie took a bite of the ribs and licked her fingers. “It’s awfully funny how your home cooked ribs taste just like the ones at Joe’s Rib Shack,” she said. Charlie tried his best to maintain a straight face without laughing. Then he got up from the table and walked into the dining room snickering. “We both know you didn’t cook these ribs but thanks.”

Charlie got the roses from the dining room and walked back into the kitchen. “Just a little something to let you know I still love you,” he said as he placed the roses in a vase. Jackie stood up and kissed him in the mouth with rib sauce on her lips. He ran his tongue over his lips. “That sauce is sweet just like you.”

“Baby I wish I could stay here with you,” Charlie said. “But I’ve got to go to work.” Then he put his hands on her waist and kissed her on the forehead. This imaginary part time job is the best thing since sliced bread, he thought. It frees up my time without causing any drama.


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Author Profile

Daryl Moore

Daryl Moore

I was born and raised in Washington D.C. I have a Masters Degree in Organizational leadership. I've always had a creative imagination. After completing my first writing assignment in school I was encouraged by my parents to continue writing stories. My parents brought me a motorcycle at an early age. And I've been hook on them ever since. Being a native Washingtonian I've partied with the best. I've rode four hours down the road on my motorcycle with friends to cookouts. We have attended parties after the cookout. Then we would jump back on our motorcycles and head home. I've always been a good listener. And I've heard and seen some wild things hanging out in the city. I write fictional stories based on the simple truths I've learned while living in the city.

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