Shits and Giggles

"My Niggah, My Niggah" Came Kevin's loud voice as he banged the door open in his arrival cheesing from ear to ear. Troy sat back in his chair running a hand over his face, "Man cool all that down, this is my place of business." He chastised. Kevin fanned him away with a wave of his hand, "Don't act like you didn't miss me." He said as he plopped down in the chair in front of Troy's desk. 

Shaking his head Troy made a noise with his mouth, "You didn't stay gone long enough." Kevin made a face, "I've been gone for two weeks." Troy smirked, "Yeah that's not long enough. In fact, It's too damn soon for you to be back." He said sitting back in his chair and crossing his leg. Kevin looked hurt, he stood up straightening out his suit jacket. "I can't believe this is how you do me after my long," he made sure to stretch the word long, "Business trip to Hawaii. I'm tellin Mama." His face was serious as Troy stared back in amusement.

Troy laughed, "Boy you better not." It was Kevin's turn to smirk now, "Oh I think I will, Matter fact I'm supposed to go over there tonight for dinner."

Shaking his head Troy let out a breath, "You would be invited to a dinner that I didn't even know about." he chuckled lightly. Kevin held his head up high, "You should visit more Alfred." He said in a prestigious voice using Troy's middle name. Not being able to take his own self he threw his head back laughing. " Shut Up." Troy laughed throwing a balled-up piece of paper at him. Kevin shrugged, "It's true, they've been asking about you." Troy didn't need to ask who they were because he knew Kevin was more in touch with his family than he was sometimes, hell all the time. Kevin didn't really have a stable household growing up, so being around Troy all the time, he was basically adopted in. They were more like brothers than best friends.

Troy sighed, "I know man, I've just been busy." he said reaching over touching some paperwork, he didn't even want to think about this new case he had to deal with. Kevin's eyes flipped to where the paperwork lied but he still shook his head, "You're never too busy for the family, man."

Kevin didn't stay much longer after that, they dapped and said their see-you-laters with Troy promising to stop by his parent's house sometime this week. Kevin was right, Family was important, Troy was just so damn tired of hearing the same thing "When are you going to settle down son?" How in the hell was he suppose to answer that question when he didn't know his self. There weren't too many women in the world anymore that was wife material, it seems nowadays everybody's after one thing. Feeling good, and feeling good only. There's nothing wrong with that, but when you want more; when you want happiness, and someone to crack jokes with, someone to come home to from a long day of work, someone to help you deal with real-life issues that don't pertain to being in the sheets; feeling good isn't enough anymore.

Troy had finally made up his mind, he didn't want to face another family dinner until he had a woman to help him start one of his own. He wanted to be able to look at his mother and father and say "I've found the one." when they ask that same question they do every time, and his mother spews that same old line "None of us are getting any younger, when am I gonna see some grandkids running around this house?" He'd pull his woman to his side and try to hide his grin as he thought about all the practice they'd get in.

Troy leaned back in his chair spinning to face the window, his smile was as wide as the city below as he flipped through his thoughts. He was in a good mood; making a mental note he decided to let Avery off early today.

Much later; On the other side of town, Eve was packing up her things to leave. Work had been tiring today, but not dull at all. Writing for a magazine could never be dull, there was always so much drama. Too much drama if you had to ask Eve.

"Hey girl, wait up." Cathy drawled running behind Eve in her high heels. Eve rolled her eyes, speak of the devil and she will appear. Cathrine Washington, Cathy for short, was the definition of drama; she knew who did what, who did who, and everybody else knew that she'd be the one to deliver the news. Though she was caught up in all the latest gossip, she didn't know a thing about what was going on in Eve's life. Not that there was much, but she didn't need to know that either. Cathy was always poking around, trying to dig into her business and pull out some dirt that Eve didn't even have. She was the type of "friend" you kept at a distance because the chick just could not be trusted.

Eve stopped even though her own feet were aching from wearing heels. Instead of huffing out a breath like she wanted to, and asking Cathy 'what the hell could she possibly want' Eve plastered on a fake smile deciding to be nice. "Hey girly, what's up? Ooh, those pumps are cute Ms.Lady." She admired her red bottoms. Cathy flipped her hair not even saying thank you as if she already knew her new Christopher Louboutin heels were worth more than her personality.

There's a golden rule in this industry; you keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. These sea urchins will use you to boost their own career any chance they get, no matter how cute their shoes are. Cathy was just one of many lurking these waters.

"Oh nothing, just wanted to check-in." She stated as if she was genuinely concerned about what's been going on in Eve's life. 'Oh ya know; eating toast, hanging out with Gramps, the usual.' Is what she started to say, but she decided that boring the woman to death wouldn't be such a good look. Cathy might even find a way to turn Gramps into an older lover that Eve had on the side. So instead she kissed her painted lips together and said "That's so sweet of you. I'm fine, just working on my next article." She snapped her fingers realizing her escape, "Matter of fact, I'm gonna go ahead and head home so I can get started on that." Flashing Cathy a smile Eve made to power walk away but was stopped in her tracks when Cathy called out again, " More work after work?" Turning around Eve faced Cathy with her eyebrows raised. She smirked at Eve looking down at her freshly manicured claws and said, "Some would thing you didn't have a man to go home to." No, she didn't...

This B—- Eve closed her eyes and counted to five trying not to lose her temper. Then again, she's never been good at that, "Listen here Cathy, mind.yo.damn.business." That was as real as she could give it to her. She had had it up to here with this woman. Ever since she started working here she's been like a leech on her back, trying to suck information out of her. Cathy's eyes widened, she was shocked. "Why don't you stay out of my business and go get some of your own." For the first time that Eve had ever known this woman, she didn't have anything to say. The saddest part of the situation was that Eve didn't even have business worth the trouble anymore. Seeing that Cathy no longer wanted to hold a conversation, Eve gripped her jacket tighter to her self and walked out into the cold night air. Never a dull moment at "Talk It Out".

Finally making it home Evette threw her things on the couch and took her heels off discarding them as she walked up the steps in her Condo. She found Gramps lying in her bed and she plopped down next to him rubbing at her aching feet. Gramps brushed up against her purring lightly as if to say he was glad she was home. "Hey baby, yeah I know, I missed you too." She switched feet, swinging her short leg over her thick thighs so that she could massage the other foot. "You won't believe what happened today; I had to tell Cathy off for budding into my business again." She complained, informing Gramps of today's events. Gramps had been walking in circles making the spot he wanted to lay down in more comfortable when he heard her talking to him. He looked up as if making a face to say 'It's not that hard to believe.' Eve smacked her lips, 'Shut up Gramps, I'm not that bad. Majority of the time they deserve the mouth full I give them." Gramps was licking at his paws and cleaning his fur, used to Eve telling him about who she went off on today, and every other day. His owner was not the Shy type, far from it. Yet, she called him the drama king. Ha.

She must have felt some type of way because she started grumbling to herself, "I should have gotten a dog." Gramps walked on her lap and curled into her as if he was mentally saying "well, you got me B——." Eve rolled her eyes. "I need friends." she sighed. Nobody could take her, they all thought she was too much, it wasn't her fault people liked to sugar coat things. Eve preferred not to sugar coat her words; she had enough sugar going to her thighs already, she didn't need any coming out of her mouth.

Removing Gramps from her lap she stood up pulling her pajamas out of her drawer and going into the bathroom to take a shower. The thought of using the showerhead to destress gave her a small thrill.

Today was a long day. Eve was sitting at the kitchen table drinking green tea and reading emails on her tablet. Tracy, her boss, had just sent her a reminder of an appointment she had today with a big-time executive. She had a four o'clock with a man by the name of Troy Alexander, Mr.Alexander was the CEO of a big-time law firm here in Los Angeles.

Rumour had it that he was also a big-time ho bag, but Eve just sipped her tea on that one. It was Eve's job to get the down-low on all the dirt that went on behind closed doors at A & R Law firm and expose LA's biggest hero for what he was, whatever that may be. Some guy called in tipping them off that there was something worth covering inside the building, and from the info, she was given from Tracy, which wasn't much at all, was that this guy was a reliable source and knew Troy closely. Mr. Alexander, of course, thought that he was being interviewed because of all his hard work. Eve scoffed, since when did a Gossip magazine do generous interviews? This one was missing a few screws.

Scooting her chair in Eve sat her mug in the sink and walked back over to the table picking her tablet up, she stared down at the picture that was sent as an attachment. Troy Alexander was handsome, she had to give him that, but whatever it is he's hiding, has no chance when it comes to Evette Jameson, she was the best for a reason; and good looks couldn't even get him out of that.

Eve left her tablet on the table and grabbed her coat from the chair getting ready to head out of the door, Gramps sat by watching her as he lazily licked on his paws and she blew him a kiss walking out of the door.

Pulling up to the restaurant, Eve allowed the valet to park her car as she stepped out in style. Gold Christian Louboutin's laced her feet, and a white pee coat hugged her curves. Her hair fell in luscious curls against her shoulder and honey her make up was beat. So okay, this was a business meeting, but Eve never half-assed anything, especially when she was going out to lunch with a good looking man.

Soft jazz music played throughout the elegant restaurant, as Eve's heels clicked against the marble floor. Bright chandeliers hang from the high ceilings that were designed with intricate African paintings. Eli's was one of Eve's favorite spot's its why she picked it for their meeting. "Right this way Ms. Jameson." She followed the waiter to a closed-off area toward the side of the restaurant, it wasn't VIP, just more of a comfortable, quiet setting made exactly for business meetings and such.

"Thank you ..Tony," Eve said reading the waiter's name tag as she took her seat. He smiled "No problem at all, can I get you anything while you wait on your guest to arrive ?" Knowing it would probably seem unprofessional to drink at a business meeting, but not really giving a damn, Eve ordered her self a glass of wine, hell she needed it after the week she had. " You know what Tony, bring me some of those cheese bites too." Hey, a girl had to eat, besides Mr. Alexander didn't look like he would be arriving anytime soon, he was running at least fifteen minutes late. Granted she just got there herself but that wasn't the point. A woman was always fashionably late, what was his excuse? probably banging some broad. She thought to herself laughing slightly.

Tony didn't give her any strange looks for her mental episode he just excused himself going to place her order. She wasn't the worst he had seen working at a place like this, rich people were some of the craziest.