Ballers: His Game (Ballers Series Book 1)(2)
“So you take the blonde,” I say without thinking.
“Your winter white ass thinks you got enough game to pull that chick right there? In the blue dress,” Troy chuckles.
“We’ll just have to see,” I say and give a smile.
“Oh, I have got to see this. You’re picking up my dry cleaning for a month after this one,” Troy laughs hard and shakes his head. “You do know those dimples aren’t that cute.”
I shrug and turn to the bartender to order a bottle of Vintage champagne and have it sent over to the girls in question. Mark looks at me and draws his lips in an appreciative smile. I just sit back and watch as the champagne is delivered.
B
“Tamara, enough already,” Stacey argues. “You have had this plan since we were little and it became a crazy plan after high school. Crazy or not you have pulled it off so it is time you start living. You are not leaving here tonight without a piece of hot man candy.”
I throw my head back and laugh. Leave it to Stacey to be blunt and to the point. She is right. I had planned to be a lawyer since I was a little girl watching my dad. Daddy is amazing; he passed the bar in multiple States and moved on to become a judge. I just knew one day I would be a lawyer and I would make my dad proud.
The small sacrifice of giving up dating was not as crazy as Stacey calls it. It was the right thing to do to get what I wanted. Distractions are not an option when it comes to your goals. My love life can wait. I’m in no rush to get married or have children. So my decision was never a big deal to me.
However, if you ask my mother, Stacey or my brother, my plan was crazy and I needed to live a little. Stacey is one of my best friends and she for the last seven years has made it a point to tell me that I am wasting my life away. I guess having a 4.0 GPA and finishing what I started doesn’t count as living.
Stacey on the other hand, at twenty four has been engaged twice and married and divorced once already. She is happy being a trust fund baby and spending her divorce settlement. Her inner thighs are as friendly as the girl herself and everyone loves Stacey, so that is pretty darn friendly.
But now that I have accomplished my plan I do feel like I am missing something, so here I am tonight. I let Stacey talk me into coming to this club so that I can as she put it, ‘finally let go and stop being a control freak.’ Alright, so that is what I told her I would do. I just have no intention of sleeping with some random guy she picks for me.
I am just going to sit here and watch her get drunk and find her next boy toy and then I am out of here. Knowing Stacey it won’t take long. She got her breasts done last year after years of complaining that I had all the assets in our relationship.
That always makes me laugh. At five nine Stacey is lean and very fit. She could be an actress or model with her tanned skin and long blonde hair. She tried once when she was married but Clay, her ex-husband, was too jealous and possessive for it to work.
Stacey’s golden green eyes are unique and light up when she is excited about something. She has a cute little nose that comes to a point that could only work on her face. For a white girl she has a cute little butt, but she is not satisfied with that either. So for the last six weeks she has been torturing me four days a week. I hit the gym with her to squat her tushy into perfection.
I do it because I love her. Lord knows I don’t need any more help with all the junk in my trunk. I have a healthy set of twins as well and I have managed to keep the rest of my body in great shape thanks to hitting the gym with my older brother to help him rehab in the last two years.
Stacey and I are like ebony and ivory. I am brown skin with chocolate brown eyes and sandy brown hair. I could give Gabrielle Union a run for her money only I am two inches shorter at five-five. So yes, I am one of the very pretty girls as Stacey’s mom puts it. I remember when we were younger her mom would try to push me off on her nephew.
I was happy when he got engaged, not that he is not attractive. I just wasn’t interested. Besides, Damon used to sniff my hair when we were younger and it was just weird. I had gotten into the habit of twisting my long waves into buns and wearing hats when he was around. Just thinking about it makes me pat at my loose waves that are floating around my shoulders and down my back tonight.
“Stace, I am only here because it is you… and what happened to Reese by the way?”
“Okay, tell me the last time you saw Reese since she started doing her thing. She’s all in love now, building an empire,” Stacey says and rolls her eyes.
“I like Nico for her. Admit it, Reese is doing great and you’re just having a moment of hate,” I tease and laugh at her pout.
“Okay, so I’m hating just a little,” Stacey gives a pout and pinches her fingers together with a tiny gap to demonstrate. “I had a crush on her brother you know. I would have had him too if Kimberly didn’t show up all perfect and not me.” Stacey can’t even keep a straight face with her words.
“You keep believing that and I’ll be helping Christopher with that restraining order,” I laugh and throw my arms around my girl for a hug. “I’m glad you’re here and thanks Stacey.”
“Oh doll, please. We were potty trained together, started kindergarten together, got our first pointe shoes together and the list goes on. I’ll always be here.”
I start to get emotional over our little moment when the waitress appears at our booth with a bucket with a bottle of champagne on ice. Stacey’s uncle owns the place and she reserved a VIP booth for us. This place is one of New York’s posh spots filled with A listers, from socialites, to models, movie stars, athletes, you name it. I thought the bottle was from her uncle.