Danielle sighed as she stared at her reflection. She was ashamed. Stacey meant so much to her but it was clear she wasn’t ready to be in a relationship. Weeks without sex and then she comes home in the middle of the night thinking sex would keep Danielle from being mad? This wasn’t about sex at all. It was about respect and Stacey had none. She knew that their relationship ended months ago but she was holding on to what used to be.
She missed the times Stacey used to take her out and they would stay out all night and all the times they wasted money on hotel rooms just to have amazing sex and not have to worry about the mess they made the next morning.
She dressed for work. Danielle made her living as a public relations specialist for a Dog Food company. Not the best work in the World, definitely not what she thought she would be doing seven years ago when she graduated college but the fact is student loans don’t wait and neither does bills.
Work was usually boring and she hated her job. After she got home from work she figured she would give Stacey another chance to make up with her. She put a lot into this relationship.
To Danielle’s surprise Stacey walks in house with Shyla. It took everything in her to act civil and not smack the hell out of her. Stacey’s mom was the worst. But she also had twin sisters Shayla and Shyla that hated her almost as much as their mom.
“Damn Danielle, dinner ain’t ready yet?” Shyla openly complained a few minutes after walking in.
“Did you make it?” Danielle shot back.
“No, ain’t that what the woman of the house is supposed to do?”
“Hmph, it’s sad that you don’t have business of your own,” Danielle said walking away.
Stacey’s family was the worst. The absolute worst. Why should she bother cooking dinner for a woman who can’t even come home every night? Seriously.
Danielle decided she wanted to go out. She got in the shower and put on her favorite red dress that hugged her in all the right places. Her makeup was flawless and her hair was still in a curly state from taking out her two-strand twists.
She didn’t know whether their relationship was worth saving but she assumed that it wouldn’t be based on Stacey’s behavior. Danielle was livid. How dare she bring he sister here and allow her to openly criticize. Danielle was getting more pissed by the second.
Danielle marched past both Stacey and Shyla and walked out the door without a word. After the door closed behind her Shyla turned to Stacey, “You’re just gonna let her leave like that,” she shook her head, “No respect. Why are you two even together?”
Stacey was feeling a little jealous. She hasn’t taken Danielle out in months and usually Danielle worked so much it wasn’t an issue. “Shy why don’t you just go.”
Shyla frowned her face at her sister, “Whatever girl.” She grabbed her purse and walked out the door a couple minutes after Danielle.
Stacey sat a little irritated that Danielle walked out the house without even saying goodbye. Was she trying to be disrespectful?
Danielle walked out feeling good. She hopped in her car and headed to Mariah’s house. Arianna was her best friend but no fun at the gay clubs but Mariah could out-dance and out-flirt anybody. She was so much fun.
She hopped in her car. “Girl! It’s about to be popping tonight!”
“Good. I need to get out,” Danielle said with little enthusiasm.
“Stacey trouble huh?”
“Is it that obvious?”
“She is terrible, I don’t even know why you deal with her.”
“You’re right. Hell I don’t know but I’m starting to see that no matter what I do, she’s not going to change.”
“Well we’re about to have a good time tonight because they have dancers.”
They headed to The Purple House on Grand. It was the biggest gay club out here. One that Stacey avoided because she never wanted to be seen.
As she walked in the club, she felt an overwhelming sensation that her life would never be the same. She just knew it was a very small chance that her life with Stacey would return to anywhere close to where it used to be. She accepted it.
Mariah looked at her friend and could see the worry in her face. “Let me buy you a drink,” she offered.
“Sure,” Danielle accepted. They made their way to the bar. Danielle felt beautiful but wondered why she was unable to satisfy the one person who was supposed to think she was the most beautiful woman in the World.
After a couple songs and a couple shots, Danielle finally started having a good time. She danced with everyone who didn’t have partner. She forgot how it felt to have fun and not worry about what Stacey was doing.
She sipped her drink and her body swayed to the music as she allowed this night to remove her from her reality.
Danielle felt a body pressed against her, “Can I have a dance?” She turned and faced the most beautiful women she’d seen in a while.
This woman was absolutely gorgeous and Danielle didn’t fight her attraction. She danced with her all night until the club closed at three. She had completely forgot about Mariah when it was time to leave.
“So, can I have your number?” She asked smiling, not wanting the night to end.
“I can’t give you my number, I don’t even know your name,” Danielle responded.
“It’s Jordan,” She said smiling showing two rows of beautiful white teeth. Her heart fluttered as their eyes connected. She couldn’t look away.
“I’m Danielle,” she smiled. She put her number into Jordan’s phone.
“Make sure you answer when I call.”
“I wouldn’t miss it,” She said. Jordan grabbed her hand and kissed it.
“Bye,” Danielle said mesmerized by their connection.
“Girl come on!” Mariah said yelling at her.
She caught eyes with Jordan one more time, “Don’t forget about me.”
“Never,” Jordan confirmed.
Danielle turned around and walked away. She had a different kind of high. She looked at her phone and saw that Stacey had called her 15 times. Maybe she knows how it feels now.