The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(149)

Monica gave me looks as I walked by, and I could feel the disgust coming from her friends as well. It seemed like they’d never seen a hard working black woman before; as though all they wanted me to do was bring them a serving tray.

“Another Scotch, Angie?” asked Devlin, the barman.

I nodded, and he poured me another.

“You better make that a double, Devlin. It’s going to be a long night.”

He added more caramel liquor to the glass while I reached for my wallet.

“I think this one is on the house. Maybe it’s high time to start buying something to eat before you make yourself sick.”

“Thanks, Dev. It’s going to be another one of those nights. Are you going to be working tonight, again? I can swing by and give you a hefty tip.”

He smiled.

“If you’re drinking then I know I won’t starve for the next month. I got a few rumors flying around, though.”

“What have you heard, Dev,” I asked.

He leaned over the bar to whisper.

“Some of the players are planning a night out. A couple of ‘em just fired their agents, and might be on the market; If you come with a straight head, then you might just bag one.”

I pulled out a large tip and shoved it into Devlin’s hand. He tipped his hat, and I returned to the game.

There was almost no shock at all from me when I noticed that we were behind in the scoreboard. I plopped down in my chair and nursed my drink. It was going to be a long afternoon.



2.

I’m a classy dresser when I want to be, and for a night on the town, it was rare. If you’re going to be dropping it on the bedroom floor anyway, it’s best just to dress light and wear as little as possible.

I didn’t have that intention tonight, but I still wanted to drink to forget Jake’s abysmal performance today. Devlin was right, though, it would be a great opportunity to cheer my boss up by signing a new client.

Working with athletes and spending so much time around attractive people was an amazing inspiration to eat right and exercise regularly. The last thing you want to be is the ugly person in the corner trying to sign a new client.

Still, no amount of exercise will cure genetics. And, as it was, I was stuck being curvier than most. I did enjoy the compliments from men that I slept with. They said I had nice breasts, not too big, not too small. But, I always thought my best feature was my legs, they were long and toned. To compliment my figure, I wore a long black gown that scooped low in the back and showed off my small amount of muscle.

Upon arriving at the trendy little club I made sure to tip the bouncer well, he always let me in when I came by, now.

You can get anything in life if you’re willing to spend the right amount of money. But, sometimes, a friendly smile is worth more. I walked towards the bar after I got in, and I could already see a couple of players that I recognized from today’s game. One of the players was celebrating victory over our local team with some women of the evening. I rolled my eyes at how easy some of these players were.

“Devlin, I think I’ll have another drink. Send one over to that player with the girls as well, would you?”

Devlin nodded and started pouring. Once the drink was delivered, it was easy enough to ingratiate myself into the group of women.

I worked my subtle charms for about an hour before the player agreed to come in for a visit tomorrow before returning home. I handed him my card and got his number before buying his group another drink and walking off.

I tend to get tunnel vision when I see something I want, and it becomes easy to trip over things you didn’t see coming. This thing happened to be a man. My drink slipped from my hands and covered his shirt in my third drink of the evening.

“Oh, excuse me. I can get clumsy after a few drinks.”

I could already see the bouncer looking at me, hoping that I wouldn’t make a scene.

“It’s fine,” he said.

I grabbed a nearby cocktail napkin and started doing my best to clean him off. He did the same. His shirt didn’t look cheaply made in the slightest, and I didn’t think that any amount of dry cleaning would take out the stain I’d just caused.

“Angie?” he said.

I looked up; it was Jake. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t recognized him earlier.

“Oh wow. Hi Jake,” I responded.

He took the napkin out of my hands threw it on the table. Then yanked the button-up over his head; revealing a tight white shirt underneath. He was rippling with muscle, and I rather lost my train of thought.

“What are you doing at this hole in the wall?” he started. He tossed the shirt to the table, and I took a second to compose myself.

“I come here pretty often; my place is a block away. I got a good tip on some talent looking for representation. What about you; I thought you never went out after a game.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Oh yeah, that,” he said.

“I guess, there’s only one way to celebrate a loss,” I replied.

He shuffled back into his seat.

“You know, you owe me a drink. How about you get me a Jack and Coke, and I’ll tell you about it.”

I sighed, I would have preferred meeting the other player instead of listening to Jake talk about how sad he is about losing some game. But, when it comes to being an agent, your time is client time.