friendâs words. She didnât want to admit it, since she had talked so much about getting her financial house in order, but she silently hoped for a true love of her own.
âOh, I forgot to tell you that Joey and I are going to South Africa and then weâre heading over to Antwerp, Belgium, for a diamond-buying trip. After our business is done, weâre taking a holiday in Capri. Weâll be gone for at least a month. Iâll call you when we get back.â
âThat sounds like a fun trip.â
âIt should be. I canât wait.â
Listening to Reese expound about her overseas trip with her husband, Ayana couldnât help but be a little jealous. The thought of spending time away with the man you loved was not in Ayanaâs near future and that reality saddened her.
Chapter 3
âM an, have you heard from Jaclene?â
âNo, not since I moved back.â
Brandon Gilliam was at home talking on the phone with his best friend, Jon. Brandon had recently moved back to New York from California. Luckily, he had sublet his apartment in Tribeca and was able to make a smooth transition without having to search for months for a place to live.
âWhat happened between you guys? I thought you were in love.â
âI thought so too. Jaclene, the wannabe starlet, was into me when she thought I was going to be a Hollywood director and cast her in a movie. When I wasnât able to land a major gig, she wasted no time dumping me. Last I heard, she was involved with some studio executive.â
Brandon prided himself on his stellar career. Over the course of ten years at a major television network in New York, he had earned five Emmys for outstanding directing of a newsmagazine show. Brandonâs dream was to parlay his television skills into directing movies. Feeling that heâd done his time at the station, heâd quit, packed up his awards and moved to Hollywood. But breaking into the movie business wasnât as easy as he had envisioned. The only thing he had to show after being on the West Coast for a year was a failed relationship with a starlet and a list of contacts who would no longer accept his calls. Frustrated and tired of the endless sunshine, as well as the fake people, heâd moved back to New York as soon as his sublease agreement was over.
âDonât worry. When you become a famous director, your casting couch will have a waiting list of women begging to have sex with you.â
Brandon chuckled. âMan, Iâm not interested in women who want to use me to advance their career.â
âHey, as long as Iâm using them back, I donât have a problem with it. Use my body, just donât abuse it.â Jon laughed.
âI guess we differ in that way. I want a woman who loves me for me and not for what I can offer professionally.â
âOh, listen to you sounding like a soap opera. You were always the soft-hearted one of the group.â Jon and Brandon had grown up together in Queens. They, along with three other boys, were a tight-knit bunch. Jon and Brandon were now the only two guys still single with no kids.
âSoft, my ass.â
âDonât try to sound hard now. Remember that time when we were sixteen and fine-ass Lisa McCoy came crying to you because her boyfriend left her?â
âYeah, I remember. What about it?â
âShe wanted to have sex with you to make her ex jealous. Instead of taking the panties, you talked to her on the phone all night. Now, if that ainât soft, I donât know what is.â
âI didnât want to take advantage of her situation. She was clearly upset over being dumped and needed a friend.â
âSee, thatâs what Iâm talking about. Even at sixteen you had a conscience.â
âAll men arenât dogs like you, my brother.â Brandon was always a one-woman man. He had never dated multiple women at the same time, like most of his