Calvin Wilkins, VP music mogul by day, player by night, gets a harsh lesson in reality.
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Calvin Wilkins, VP music mogul by day, player by night, gets a harsh lesson in reality. A woman scorned ain’t nothing to play with! After years of plotting, planning and scheming, his ex-wife and baby-mama finally get him arrested on the job for not paying child support. Facing a five-year prison term, his fast-talking lawyer scores a deal for him to do community service as Santa Claus at a popular Beverly Hills mall.
With his multi-million-dollar assets seized, playboy status shot and his exes on a vendetta, Calvin has his back up against the wall. He’s got to get back on top of his game. Can he do it? One never knows what tricks black Santa has up his sleeve.
He was just like many, worse than some and slightly better than a few. He had that syndrome that so many brothers who are young, attractive, and rich suffer from - where they make a heap of money and act all high on the hog. That sense of entitlement that is taken to a dark place by the have-nots who quickly come into having. Turning them into rich jerks better know by their codename: asshole. Calvin was just that, and Michelle was quickly growing weary of his mean spirited ways. She worked hard, twice as hard as he did just to get into this business and wasn’t about to have a rich jerk take it all away from her. One thing that kept Michelle humble was the notion that money made quick, leaves quick and she watched how fast Calvin had made his money. Sure he had the looks and sometimes the charm. Standing at 6'3, all chisled hard body, and cocoa brown skin - yeah he was a hottie, but he had a stank attitude. One of these days Calvin was going to pay for how he treated people. Starring blankly at her notebook, Michelle’s moves were almost mechanical in nature. She began thinking about what she would order for lunch.
“Michelle,” said Calvin interupting her thoughts.
“I hope you got all of this, because I ain’t trying to say it again.” added Calvin crassly still posted up at Michelle’s desk watching as she took notes.
“Oh - I got it,” darted back Michelle with sarcasm without looking up.
“Aight then run it back to me, since you got it.” he added facetiously.
Silence engulfed the A&R department as the other assistants watched the interaction between Calvin and Michelle. Noticing the stares, Michelle took a deep breath and after shaking her head in disbelief, she looked deep into his eyes and began to run it back to him.“Two lunch meetings, one with Desiree at Bad Boy and one with Maleeka at Epic. I’m assuming you want them at your usual spot at The Ivy on Robertson, but you didn’t specify. Then I am to send a dozen roses - red and yellow - to Myeisha at Duvernay with the card saying let’s make it happen again and two boxes of Godiva to...”
Before she could finish, Calvin cut her off abruptly. He didn’t want the entire office knowing his business with the roses and chocolates, but it was too late for that.
“Right,” he interupted callously as Michelle was still speaking.
“Well I’m on the cell if something should come up. Back in a few!” he said as he walked to the elevator.
“Calvin,” yelled Michelle as Calvin stopped in his tracks and pivoted slowly in her direction.
“I almost forgot to tell you - your ex called and wants you to call her back, she said something about taking you to court for child support,” Michelle said loud enough for everyone to hear. To save face Calvin decided to play it off cooly.
“That will be all Michelle. Thank you.”
Calvin continued his stride and made his way into the elevator. As soon as Calvin left the floor, Mignon started laughing, then stood up and gave Michelle the “go on girl” look as the other seven assistants all gathered around Michelle to hear more about the flowers and candy she had to send.
Meanwhile on the elevator ride down to the lobby, Calvin called up his ex-girlfriend and latest baby-mamma Carrie to see what the deal was about this newfound court situation. If it was one thing that he hated it was baby mamma drama. The last thing he needed was for Carrie to get out of line. He hadn’t paid her a dime of child support and did not intend to because in his mind she didn’t deserve it and he shared the same ignorant mentality that many immature men have – that child support is just a cop out for a woman to get back at a brother for the break-up. Besides, how could he truly be sure that the little kid was his anyways. Never once did he realize that not paying child support was a form of punishment to his kid. He didn’t care because to him, chicks were disposable and if they got pregnant it was their fault and not his. It was like people always say – mama’s baby, papa’s maybe. Calvin began to think less and less of Carrie when she decided to keep the baby. All that stuff he said about being there for her, was just game to keep Carrie at bay and Calvin in the driver’s seat of the relationship. Truth was that he didn’t even consider Carrie to be the wife type. She gave it up too soon, and so in the whimsical mind of Calvin Wilkins she was just his little, white jump off that could get him access to the things that are often restricted to black men. Too bad that she didn’t see it that way. Carrie, thought that her and Calvin had a connection. She didn’t see color when she saw him. Instead, she saw the perfect man. She loved his cocoa laden, brazil nut complexion. She was mesmerized by his intelligence, confidence, and success. The intensity of his almond shaped, mahagony brown eyes was enough to make her melt in his gaze.
Carrie couldn’t get enough of Calvin, and she never realized that there were any race based dynamics that played a role in their relationship. Sure, her black girlfriends told her that Calvin was only with her because she’d bow down to him in a way that no sista would ever do, but she didn’t see it that way. To cater to a man is quite different than bowing down to him in submission. And Carrie took pride in catering to Calvin’s every desire. Sexually, Carrie felt that she’d met her polar equal in Calvin. He was everything she’d dreamed of in a lover. His body was robust, and chiseled like a black Adonis. He stood at 6’3”, towering over her – not too slim, yet not too thick either.
When Carrie was with Calvin, there was no other. She honestly thought that they were headed to the altar – and when he did a 360 on her with his rancid attitude, she was completely crushed and blown away. As time passed, Carrie gave birth to Calvin’s second child, a daughter. He’d already had a child with his ex-wife, but Carrie thought that a new baby would change things for them. Little did she know, change was definitely in the wind, but not for the better. Calvin’s history became his future, and he bounced on Carrie just as he did on his ex-wife. Carrie managed to find the strength to be a single mom, but still wanted to stay amicable with Calvin for their daughter’s sake. Calvin, on the other hand, wanted no part of Carrie or his daughter. Now here it was a full five years later, and Carrie was pulling an okie-doke with the old take him to court trick. So Calvin could either duck and dodge old girl, or he could man up to the plate, bust a move and give her a call. Surprisingly, he chose the latter. The phone rang a good five times when he called Carrie. Same number, same voicemail greeting, same old Carrie. Not getting through, he had no other choice but to leave her a message. Maybe after hearing it, she’d fall for the game and withdraw the court papers.
“Carrie,” he began snidely standing tall in the elevator.
“Carrie baby – what’s this I hear about you taking your man to court. It ain’t that serious boo! Besides I don’t even know if that baby’s mine. You know how you do and I know how ya did a brotha. It was real foul how it went down and I should’ve got a paternity test but it’s all good baby. Calvin Wilkins don’t hold no grudges. Like Pac said, I ain’t mad atcha. So reach out and touch a brotha when you got a moment. Peace!”
Calvin slammed his phone shut. If it was one thing that he didn’t need right now, it was his ex-girlfriend trying to hit him up for child support. He had enough on his plate right now and no time for this. Calvin thought back to how much money he’d tricked on her when they were together. From what he remembered, it was a grip! Counting shoes, meals, and rent it was quite a few thousand and the snatch wasn’t even that good! What more did she want? Carrie had to understand that she wasn’t Calvin’s wifey! Plain and simple, she never was and never would be his wifey. His ex-wife, Juanita, threatened to do the same thing by taking him to court and all. But Calvin had to shut her down, and if Carrie wasn’t careful he’d do the same to her.
Calvin recalled that his divorce from Juanita had gotten so messy that it threatened to blemish his career in the music industry and he had worked too hard for that to happen. So when the ex – Juanita that is- started with the calls, nasty messages, and homemade PSAs (public service announcements) talking about “stand up and be a man” or “I know you better handle your responsibility,” he had to shut her down. So Calvin paid his artist 2Dime to have a few homies pay Juanita a visit and shake things up a bit. After that, she never tripped on him again. So Calvin didn’t even think twice about doing the same thing to Carrie. If it was a lesson to be taught, then he’d teach her a lesson she’d never forget. Laughing it off as the elevator doors opened, Calvin headed out of the building towards the parking structure.