Dyanne Davis Amazon Shorts By Dyanne Davis
Saturday, June 09, 2007
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
A tiny peep at three different shorts by Dyanne Davis
A Bad Boy’s Heart
Damien’s pants pockets begin to vibrate, and again he thought, Mia, hoping before he allowed the hope to die that it would be her. But it wouldn’t be. He knew it. His heart still felt same coldness it had the night she’d accused him of trying to steal from her brother.
He may have been a dog but he’d never stolen from anyone. The very idea that the woman he loved could think he would steal from her brother and break her heart… that he couldn’t forgive. Who the hell was he kidding? All Mia had to do was come to him and he’d forgive her.He sighed and reached into this pocket for the phone. No one ever called him at the zoo.
“Yeah,” Damien answered. “Who’s this?”
“Latayara, Jones from Mr.Sal’s. We met when you came in to audition for singer. Are you still interested?”
This couldn’t be happening. Damien gripped the slender phone in his hand. Interested? Hell yes, he was interested.
“Are you saying I got the job?”
“Sure, it’s yours if you want it. Why do you think I called?”
“You’ve got a good voice, I’m sure the women at the club will be pleased. Before long you’ll have your pick of women in the city of Chicago.” Latayara, laughed. “You’ll see.”
When the last of the details were discussed, Damien flipped the phone close and stared at it. Latayara was wrong. He wouldn’t be able to have his pick of women. There was only one woman he wanted and that was Mia.
Mia, he thought and glanced at the phone again. He wanted to call and tell her his dream had finally come true . She’d been so sure, so confident in his abilities. She’d straight out told him that if he didn’t go after his God given talents she would lose respect for him.
It hadn’t taken more than that. Losing Mia’s respect wasn’t even an option, despite his father telling him he was whipped. He’d given him that. He’d played that role for Mia, but not anymore.
When his phone rang again Damien was stunned. Two calls in one day. He looked at the number, and not one of the calls was from Mia. “Yeah, Pop,” he answered.
“What’s with the attitude?” CharlesTerrell snorted. “You still jonesing bout that smart alecky girl you been running after, the one that’s got your nose open like a Mack truck?”
“Lay off, Pop.”
“I’m not gone lay off till you stop acting like a damn punk and start acting like a man. You make me ashamed of being your damn father, boy. Grow the hell up.”
Damien counted to ten determined not to get into a fight with his father over Mia. His father had never met her and yet he hated her. Part of that was Damien’s fault. He should never have told his parents that Mia thought she was better than he. That was the catalyst that kicked it all off.