Play boy, p.12
Play Boy, page 12
I was carried away by the splendor and opulence. There I was, seated with the wealthiest and I had literally become a king amongst kings. At that moment, it felt really good to be working for Jerry, ironic isn’t? But the truth was, I wouldn’t have been able to grace the event if I hadn’t signed the strange contract. While I sat down I scanned through the hall, as I tried to catch a glimpse of the victim but she was nowhere to be found. It was almost as if she was absent, but Jerry had told me earlier on that she was already at the event.
Suddenly, I saw her standing at the podium. She was looking immaculate in her white gown, the spot light reflected on her shiny black hair like an obsidian rock in volcanoes. She had an angelic smile that was hard to forget, her curves were so perfect, and her eyes were beaming like the proud sun. She looked more beautiful in person than on TV, I thought. And then I wondered – how can I possibly hurt an angel like her? I struggled with the heap of confusion in my mind. This is not right, this is not fair, JK and Jerry are out of their minds to have employed me to do the dirty work. While I got my mind, I heard someone make a speech on the microphone and it turned out to be her
“Welcome ladies and gentlemen, tonight is a historical night because we are about to save millions of children from hunger…” she said. I watched her with keen interest and so did everyone, we all had our eyes focused on her as she made her speech on the podium. And then she concluded by saying “…together we shall kick hunger out of this planet!” and the crowd stood to give her a standing ovation as she left the podium.
Then it was time for donation, forms were shared round by the ushers and when I got mine, I read the content and realized I had to put in my Bio-data, and some vital information about me, including my bank details and the amount of money I wished to donate. I thought we were going to donate in cash, but it wasn’t so, and I couldn’t give out my real information besides I didn’t have any money in my bank account so I thought it wise to provide a fake Bio-data.
And when I was done, I faked a smile and gave the form to the beautiful usher. When we were done with donations, it was time to drink champagne and hobnob. I had to act rich and I did that to perfection. I spoke with a multimillionaire. He was in his late 70’s I guess, and he told me his name was Carlos Pacente. He was an American but of Mexican descent. I introduced myself to him as well. As we got deep in the discussion he revealed to me he was into paper business.
“I’m in the paper industry, we grow trees and convert them to paper…” and I thought that was really an amazing business.
“So what do you do?” said Carlos. And I got choked as I tried to provide an answer. Then I quickly remembered what JK had told me, so I said to him.
“I’m – I’m a business man.” I stuttered. And I could see a well-constructed grin on his face, and I thought he was chuffed to know I was into business just like him but I never knew he had something else on his mind. Then he said to me politely.
“Everything is business, as long as it brings money home.” he said. And I thought that was so true, everything is business. Whether you’re into sports or drugs, music or robbery, movies or fraud, the bottom line is – everything is business. But it is noteworthy to state that not all businesses are genuine, like mine. I had been paid to incriminate an innocent woman, now that’s a bad business if you ask me, but like they say – “we all gotta eat” and besides I’ve got no choice than to do this, or I stand a chance to lose my head.
“I hope you don’t mind me asking – what business are you into?” he asked. And I had to think of something real quick and luckily for me I did.
“I’m – into music business’’ I stuttered.
That’s right; I lied to him, what were you thinking – that I’d tell him I flew all the way from Atlanta to Chicago just to mess a woman’s life up? You expect me to tell him, that Jerry had employed me to be a professional Play Boy? Or that Jon Kamal had just paid me 250,000 dollars to incriminate Jenifer Brown? No fucking way!
He gave me a nod to show he was impressed and then I knew I had mentioned a good business.
“So does that mean you own a record label?” He asked.
“Exactly.” I said feigning a smile.
“What’s the name of your label?” he asked. And I thought he was the most inquisitive person I had ever met, I struggled to think of anything, and then I said to him.
“B-unit records.” and he wore a deep smile on his face.
“That’s great –maybe I should introduce my grandson to you, he wishes to be a rapper…” He sounded impressed.
“Sure why not – what’s he’s name?” I asked with a nervous tone.
“He’s name is Lil Don and he’s just seven years old but the boy has got skills like Lil Bow Wow.”
“Brilliant – you can bring him to me anytime.”I said smiling and then Carlos said to me.
“Why don’t you give me your card, so I can call you when I’m ready.” and suddenly, my battery went dead. I couldn’t utter a word not even a whisper, did you just say why? Simple, I had no complimentary card, end of story. I replied with a jittery voice.
“That’s – a good idea.” then I acted like I was searching for my card in my pocket.
“Oh I just forgot I left my card in my car, but don’t worry, you’ll have it before the end of the event.” and he nodded to agree, that was so close I thought to myself. While we kept talking, I saw the victim making her way towards us. She walked with grace and charisma and I was certain heaven had lost an angel for she was one fine woman perfectly built by the Most High. I was nervous to see her advancing closer to where we stood. She was looking so gorgeous in her white stilettos and socks. I thought she was actually coming to meet me but then I heard her extend greetings to Carlos.
“My Carlos good to see you.” she said. I realized she was a friend to Carlos Pacente.
“Jenifer that was a wonderful speech you gave, good job.” and she gave a girlish giggle and replied simply.
“Thank you – how’s your wife?”
“She’s doing well, still growing fat every day. I couldn’t bring her here with me.”He said and Jenifer asked curiously.
“And why is that?”
“She’s so fat she could cause an air crash,” he said jokingly. “So I left her in New York.” and we all laughed our heads off. Then, something unprecedented happened. Something I never envisaged, something that was never scripted in the sheets of my mind. Carlos introduced me to Jenifer.
“Meet my friend Rossi, he’s a music mogul and he’s gonnah help my grandson become a star.” I couldn’t believe he had given me such a special recognition. I had no doubt in my heart that Jenifer was itching to know me at that moment, I could see it in her gorgeous eyes, she beamed with smile as she gazed into my eyes and why wouldn’t she? I had been generously hyped by a business mogul.
“Hello.” she said.
“Hi.” I replied with the gait of a gentleman, and the Carlos said to me.
“She needs no introduction, I’m sure you know who she is.” and we all laughed. I was pleased to have met Carlos, he became my saving grace, and he made my job a lot easier.
“Of course, she’s the famous TV host – we all love Jenifer Brown.” I said fanatically. And I could see a genuine smile on her charming face. I had pulled a stunt on her ego, and I was certain she had warmed up to me with those charming words.
And in case you’re wondering how I got to know, it’s really a psychological thing. Toiling with a woman’s psychology is an essential skill every Play Boy has. Besides, it’s natural for any woman to fall hook line and sinker to any man who’s generous with smooth words or flattery, especially if it comes from the bottom of the heart. Women are very sensitive to what they hear, every Play Boy knows that. So we tell them what they want to hear and they in turn give us what we want to taste, if you know what I mean.
Jenifer gazed at me intently and said.
“So where are you from Rossi?”
“Atlanta.” I said proudly. She blew me a smile and said.
“My mother is from Atlanta.”
“Really?” I asked excitedly.
“Yea.” she replied. Suddenly, we were both having a smooth conversation like we had both known each other since junior grade. The chemistry was strong and it seemed like we were two compatible units, then Carlos got a call on his mobile phone
“Excuse me, I’ve got a phone call.” he said as he slowly walked away, leaving Jenifer and I. I was pleased because I had the privacy to press my buttons and I was certain a first impression will have her drooling, so I ensured I gave my best on that night.
“I’m a big fan of your show.” I said with a panegyric tone.
“Aw thank you – so you’re into music business?”She blushed, fiddling her hair.
“Yea – I’ve got some artists on my label.”I stuttered and then she got excited to know their names.
“Really? What are their names?” and then I thought to myself, I’m busted. What should I tell her? I knew she was waiting to hear a famous artist on my label, but I had to be careful not to make that expensive mistake, because she could easily find out. Hence, I simply thought of strange names synonymous with famous artists.
“Cough daddy, 20 cent and 5 pac.” and she gazed at me fixedly looking confused. I knew she was dazed with the names mentioned, and then she chuckled and said to me.
“The names sound familiar in a strange way.” and I stuttered.
“You must have heard the names on radio – they are quite famous and the hottest musicians at the moment.” she still had her face in deep confusion, and I could tell why. It’s quite simple – I altered the names of some popular artists in the music industry, just to keep her guessing and my plan worked.
“So are you based in Atlanta?” She asked.
“Yea – I mean no – actually, I’m now based here in Chicago.”I stuttered as I tried to feed her with fat lies, but I knew she wasn’t satisfied with my reply. Hence, she threw questions at me like a true TV host.
“So are you saying – you were once based in Atlanta but moved here in Chicago?” She asked thoughtfully.
“Exactly, but I’ll be here for a couple of months though, I just breezed in to sign a business deal…” I replied emphatically. She beamed with smiles and asked curiously.
“Business deal – With who?” and I paused as I struggled to think of something and then I replied swiftly.
“Soca cola.”
“Soca cola? What’s that?” she looked confused and I replied.
“It’s a drink – a really famous drink.” I had deceived her with yet another fat lie, I was so certain she wasn’t buying my lies, but the strange news is – she did.
And then I told her I’d love to be on her show, and she was agreed.
“Sure why not. You can drop your number and I’ll call you when I need you on the show.” and I wasted no time in dropping my number. I quickly wrote it down on a small sheet of paper and gave to her, and then she said to me.
“Okay Rossi, it was nice talking to you, I’ll see you around.” and when she was about to go, I said to her.
“Hope you don’t mind – if I come to your studio to say Hi…” and she paused with a strange look on her face, it was hard to know what she had on her mind. I thought she was going to decline but then she replied with a glowing smile.
“No – not all, you can come anytime you want.” she gazed at me for a moment, and I could tell from the look in her eyes that I was just few inches away from scoring a goal. She turned and left. I watched her commune with other guests, and I noticed she still had her eyes on me. I felt so pleased. I’m almost there, I thought.
I left the hall and saw Carlos Pacente outside the premises. He was still engaged on a phone call and I thought it wise to escape. I didn’t want him to see me. Luckily for me, I did. I ran into my car, and zoomed off. When I got back to the hotel, suddenly, my phone rang and it was Jerry.
“Hello,” he began with a low tone. “How did it go?” I dawdled to give a reply. After a short minute hiatus, I said reluctantly.
“We had a short discussion – and I’ll be in her studio tomorrow.” Jerry became curious; I could sense it from his tone.
“What time?” and I remembered that we didn’t agree on a fixed time.
“Actually, she asked me to come anytime I want.”I said and Jerry retorted.
“She’s a TV host, she can’t be at the studio all the time, you should have asked her to give you a specific time’’ and I thought he was right. I might get to the studio and find her absent. Then, Jerry asked me inquisitively.
“Did you get her number?”
“No I didn’t.” I said.
“Why didn’t you take her number?” he asked with a loud tone, and I got angry and yelled at him.
“Listen, I’m gonnah do this my way okay? She’s not some cheap girl or slut in the streets of Chicago! This is Jenifer Brown we’re dealing with, I’ll need to do this my way or you gonnah have to employ someone else to do the dirty laundry for you!’’ and Jerry became mute, he never thought I‘d yell at him but I did and it felt so good.
There was silence, a queer one it was and then Jerry spoke with a submissive tone
“Okay – you’re the man on the wheel, you do the driving but make sure you arrive at the destination, do you understand me?”He said authoritatively.
“Yea I do.” I replied.
“I’ll call you tomorrow, bye for now.” and the line went dead. That night, I browsed on the internet to know the address to her studio and when I did, I quickly wrote it down on a small sheet of paper and the next day I got ready to pay Jenifer a visit like I had proposed. I got into the white Rolls Royce phantom and drove off and when I had reached the place, I saw her coming out of the building and was heading to her car and I quickly dashed out to meet her.
“Hey Jenifer!” and she looked and saw me running.
“Hi.” I said. Still panting, trying to catch my breath. I could see she had a faint smile on her face.
“Hey – I never knew you’d come like you said you would.” she said.
“I always keep my word.” I said. She looked at me intently and I knew I had scored a goal with those words. She gave me a girlish smile and said.
“I was actually on my way for lunch – you want to come with me?”
“Yea – I’d love to.” I said, flecking a smile.
“Then come on, I’ll give you a ride.”She said, beckoning with her right hand.
“Actually – I came with my ride.” I said. Now, she appeared curious, interested.
“Where is it?” and then I pressed a button on the remote to trigger the car alarm.
“Is that your car?” She asked intently.
“Yea – that’s one of my babies.” I replied with the gait of a rock star.
She appeared impressed. She raised her left eyebrow and smiled. “Nice car – don’t lose me.” She said receding to her car.
“I won’t.” I hollered, scuttling into my car. I followed her, oblivious of the destination. On the way, my phone rang and I knew right away that Jerry was calling. I quickly picked up the call while on steering.
“Where are you going?” Jerry began inquisitively.
“I’m on my way to a restaurant – with Jenifer.” I said confidently.
“Is she there with you?” he asked.
“No – she’s leading me…”
“Oh I see – you’re making progress then.” Jerry said, sounding pleased. I was getting fed up of his constant calls and questions. He must have thought I was trying to run away, but I would never do that, not even in my wildest dream because I was certain it would be a suicide mission.
“I’ll call you later.” he said. And the line went dead. I was so pleased to have him off my tail.
I get angry each time he rings that phone, but what can I do? Nothing, absolutely nothing.
Finally, we got to a posh restaurant known as – “Sushi Planet” and I wasn’t surprised not even a little.
She’s a star for god’s sake, so it’s normal to see her go to such places where ordinary folks like me can’t afford.
“This is my favorite spot. They’ve got the best sushi in Chicago.” she said.
“Wow.” that was all I could say – “wow”
And just for the record I don’t like sushi, but I don’t have to let her know that. As a player, you must give your woman the impression that you both share a lot in common, that way she’ll think she has finally found the right man. But it’s just part of the plan to get to her pant and take off afterwards.
We both sat down facing each other, eye ball to eye ball, shoulder to shoulder and I could have sworn we both looked like a couple. Then we placed order, she was the first to do so and I ensured I requested the same thing.
“I’d like menu 3 with a fizzy drink to go with it.” she said, keeping a smiley face.
“Me too.” I ordered, as if concurring to what she had said.
“You ordered the same thing?” She had asked with a surprised look on her face.
“Yea – there’s nothing wrong with that.” I said. She gazed at me with a faint smile, and then raised a topic that got us both talking at length.
“So – tell me about yourself.” she said.
And I got choked and why shouldn’t I? How do I tell her I was once a fucker, a Casanova and now a professional Play Boy? How do I tell her I’ve been paid to mess her life up?
“Well – where do you want me to start from?” I asked. She leaned forward, looking keen to enliven the conversation.
“Start from somewhere – like, how old are you?” and I chuckled and she mirrored my gesture. I knew she would definitely ask about my age, and why wouldn’t she? It was obvious I looked a bit younger than her.
