Foolish

by Anna Black

Genres: African American Urban

Synopsis

After building her life and watching it fall down around her, November finally seems to have broken her bad luck streak when she meets Tracy Stone. But when his true personality comes to light, can November find her happy ending?

November is on the right track to success, and she looks forward to living the lifestyle she always dreamed she'd have as an advertising agent. After suffering through countless roommates and ending up in and out of her parents' home while in school, her dream condo is within her grasp; but a few weeks before closing, she totals her car. She is sure bad luck has returned to her life, until she meets Tracy Stone, who offers her a solution. That offer leads to a whirlwind romance that takes November by surprise.

Charming, dark, handsome, and well-off, Tracy seems to be the perfect man, until he reveals himself to be a little more jealous and controlling than November would like. Excusing his behavior as deep love for her, she marries him, only to learn that this tall, dark, and handsome guy has some demons that could eventually ruin their marriage and derail her happily-ever-after for good.

Release date: January 30, 2018

Publisher: Urban Books

Print pages: 288

Sample

“Thank you, sir,” November said, getting out of the passenger side of the Enterprise rental car. It was two weeks after the wreck and her final day of having a set of wheels. Now that the rental car was returned, she had no transportation.

The clerk had dropped her off at the towing company so she could get her personal belongings from her busted-up Honda Accord. Her daddy had given her that car as a gift on the day she graduated college. It was paid in full with only 51,000 miles on it. She loved that car. It had treated her so well, and the thought of having a car note made her angry. She already had enough on her plate. God was surely making it hard for her, she thought as she watched the rental car drive away.

She opened the gate and walked into the trailer looking for someone to help her, but she didn’t see anyone. “Hello,” she yelled.

When no one responded, she walked over to the little window to see if she could spot anyone, but instead, her eyes landed on her beat-up car. Her baby was over to the left side of the tow yard, looking so pitiful. She felt like a part of her was gone.

She walked back out the door to look around outside, and she saw a tall man walking around with a clipboard in his hand. As he got closer, she could see his tanned complexion and muscular arms. She still couldn’t see his face from where she was standing, but she could see his blue uniform and black steel-toed boots. Realizing that she had been watching him for a few minutes, she walked down the trailer steps to get his attention.

“Hey, hello,” she yelled. He didn’t look her way, so she guessed he didn’t hear her. “Hey,” she yelled again, “are you the only one here?”

He turned to her. “Give me a moment, ma’am,” he yelled back.

He started to walk in her direction. His long strides closed the distance between them in a matter of seconds. As he got closer, she could see how good-looking he was. He had nice brown skin and thick eyebrows. His lashes were long, and he had a goatee that looked good on him. When he reached her, she could see he was well over six feet.

“Hey, I am sorry, ma’am. I didn’t see anyone pull up, so I didn’t know you were here,” he said.

She followed him up the steps and allowed him to open the door for her. “Oh, it’s okay. I was dropped off by someone.”

“I see. How can I help you?”

“Well, I was told by my insurance company that I can get my personal belongings out of my car.”

“Okay, give me a moment.” He walked around to the other side of the counter to the computer. “This will just take a second. You can have a seat if you’d like,” he offered. She continued to stand at the counter instead of sitting on the vinyl sofa. “Your name?” he asked.

“Shareese . . . I mean, November. November McKinney.”

“November McKinney,” he repeated as he typed. “And the year, make, and model of your car?”

“2014 Honda Accord.”

“Okay, here it is.” He reached over to a board that hung on the wall behind the counter with dozens of keys hanging on it. He grabbed one. “Come on, follow me.”

He headed for the door, and she followed him out to her beat-up piece of steel. He opened the door and stepped out of her way. “Here you are, Mrs. McKinney,” he said, giving her the key.

“It’s Miss, and thank you, Tracy,” she said, reading the name on his uniform shirt.

“No problem. Do you need help with anything?”

“No, I’ll be fine. I don’t have much. Everything should fit in my gym bag in the trunk.”

“Okay, but if you need me, I’ll be inside.” He turned and walked away.

She emptied the glove box and got her white heart-shaped pillow from the back seat, stuffing it and her CDs and other items into the unused gym bag that had been in her trunk for more than a year. She shook her head. She hadn’t been to the gym in ages. As a result, her size-fourteen booty was just a cheeseburger away from becoming a size sixteen.

After saying her last good-byes to the Accord, she headed back to the trailer with the bag. When she got inside, Tracy had a form for her to sign.

He handed her a pen. “Just sign here and initial here for me, and you are good.”

She did as he instructed and handed the pen back to him. He looked over the document to verify her signature, she guessed, and put it in a file.

“Umm, how much longer will you be open?” she asked. “I need to call a cab.”

“A cab?” he said.

“Yes, a cab,” she repeated.

“How far are you going?”

“To Ninety-fifth. I can get the train from there.”

“Well, I’m closing up now, and I’ll be leaving in about ten minutes. I’d be happy to give you a ride.”

“Oh, no worries. I’ll be fine.”

“November, come on. You know how much a cab is gonna cost from here to Ninety-fifth?”

“Yeah, a lot, I’m sure, but I’ll be cool. And please don’t call me that,” she said with a frown.

“Call you what? November?” He tilted his head. “That is your name, right?”

“Yeah, but call me Shareese.”

“Why? What’s wrong with November?” He smiled.

“It’s a stupid name and a stupid thing for a mother to do to her kid. To name your child after the month they were born in is crazy.”

“No, I think it is cool. And November is a cool month. Just think about it. It could have been a month like February.” He chuckled. She didn’t laugh with him, so he stopped. “I think November is a cool name,” he said awkwardly.

“Well, I don’t. My mom, being as crazy as she is, named my sister April because that is the month when she was born, and then she turned around and named me November. That month being my birthday month made me grow up with a stupid name.” She scrolled through her phone, looking for the nearest cab company.

“Look, November is an awesome month. That is the month I was born in, and I think that name suits you.”

“Yeah, whatever,” she said and clicked her tongue.

She paused the conversation with Tracy and called the cab company. Tracy went into his office and came out with a set of keys in hand. Disappointment rained over her face when they said it would be a wait of forty to fifty minutes. The tow company was going to be closing in ten minutes. She hung up the phone and looked up at the ceiling. Why was God so cruel to her? How was she going to wait at a closed tow company, all alone, for almost an hour?

Tracy walked around the counter. “I just need to shut down the computer. You call for your cab?”

“Yeah, but they will be fifty minutes,” she said softly.

“Listen, November, I’m closing. I can get you to Ninety-fifth or even to your house,” he said, offering her a ride again.

“Ninety-fifth will be cool,” she said with a half smile. She called and cancelled the cab and waited for him to close up. “Thanks, Tracy,” she said as they went out the back door.

He helped her into the passenger seat of a very nice Infiniti truck. She was relieved that his vehicle didn’t look like one of the wrecks in the yard.

“So, what day is your birthday?” he asked.

Snatched from her thoughts, she turned to him with a small smile. “November twenty-ninth.”

“No way!”

“Yes, way,” she confirmed.

“For real, for real?”

She looked at him with an eyebrow raised. “Yes, for real.” She wondered why he was so surprised. Why would she lie about her birthday?

“That is my birthday,” he said.

“Stop lying,” she said. No way could they have the same birthday. She never met anyone with the same birthday as hers.

“I’m serious.”

Unconvinced, she said, “Let me see your ID.”

He opened the armrest, pulled out his driver’s license, and handed it to her. It was true. Tracy Lamar Stone had been born on her birthday.

“Wow, Tracy, this is bizarre. I have never met anyone with the same birthday as mine.”

“Same year too?” he asked.

“No, I’m a year older, but wow,” she said and handed him his ID back.

“So, where do you live?” he asked.

“On Sixty-fourth,” she said and turned to look out the window.

“Oh, I can take you home if you’d like. I have to go past Sixty-fourth to go home.”

“No, Ninety-fifth is fine. I don’t wanna put you out,” she said. Although a ride would have been great, the truth was she didn’t want him to see where she lived.

“No, it’s fine. I have to pass Sixty-fourth, November,” he insisted.

Finally, she agreed. It wasn’t like she was going to see him again. “Okay, thank you.” She looked at him. He was beautiful, she thought. When he looked at her, she turned forward quickly. She hated he had caught her checking him out. “Where do you live?” she asked.

“In the West Loop area, on Thirty-fifth near LaSalle.”

“Really? I’m in the process of buying a condo in that area. I close in about seven weeks, near Park Alexandria.”

“That’s cool. I know the area. That’s not too far from me. Congrats.”

“Thanks. That is about the only good thing I’ve got going for myself right now. I need a car, but you know, no car ’til closing.”

“Yeah, I know. I feel for you. That has to suck.”

“It does, but what can I do, right?”

“Yes, you’re right.”

“So, why do you live so far from your job?”

“Well, that is my new location. I have another, Stone Cold Towing, on Thirty-first and Michigan.”

“Oh, so you own the towing company?”

“Yes. When my pops passed, I inherited the business. I opened the new location about a year ago. I’m working farther out at the new location to get it going. Store number one is doing really well without me being there every day. That one is popular, got a lot of contracts, so I’m trying to build business out this way.”

“Oh, okay.”

She gave him directions to her dreadful apartment. They rode in silence until they reached her place.

“So, Ms. November,” Tracy said when he parked, “again, congrats on your new place, and if you ever need any towing services, just call me.” He handed her a card.

“Thanks, Tracy. And again, please call me Shareese.”

He smiled at her. “No, I like November.”

“Fine, if that works for you,” she said and shut the door. She walked up the sidewalk to the building, and he pulled off.

As usual, meddlesome Ms. Wanda was in her window with a Newport dangling from her mouth. “Hey, I see you finally got a man,” she belted.

“Hey, Ms. Wanda. And that is not my man, so mind your business.”

“Don’t tell me to mind my business. My business is this building, and you, my dear, live in this building.”

“Ms. Wanda, you are the landlord. Your business is this building, not what I do or who I do it with.”

“Don’t get smart, Miss Thang. You know I can put you out before your little notice date.”

“Yes, you can, Ms. Wanda, and I can also sue you for breach of contract.”

That shut the older woman up quick, but she rolled her eyes. She was so simple she didn’t remember the lease had expired more than three months ago. November was living month to month without any type of lease.

“Well, one thing is for sure, Ms. Shareese: your new man pushing some nice wheels.” Ms. Wanda smiled.

To keep from carrying on any more conversation, November agreed and walked into the building.

She took off her jacket and went into her tiny kitchen to get a snack. She wasn’t hungry, but she wanted to munch. She hit the speakerphone button and dialed into her voice mail. She looked at the card that Tracy had given her, and she realized she had left her bag on the floor in the tow yard trailer. “Damn,” she said. “How could I be so simple to forget my bag?”

After she listened to her messages, she dialed the cell number on the card. When voice mail answered, she hung up. After she showered, she tried calling him again, this time from her cell phone. Her home number was blocked. Maybe he didn’t answer calls from private numbers.

He answered on the third ring. “Hello.” She heard the volume of his music go down.

“Hello, Tracy, this is Shareese.”

“Shareese?” he said as if the name were not familiar.

“November.”

“Oh, okay. What’s up?”

“I know you may think I’m a little on the simple side.”

“Why would I think that?”

“Because I forgot my bag. I left it in the trailer on the floor by the counter.”

“Yes, November, you are by far the simplest woman I have ever met.”

Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes widened. She could not believe he had actually said that to her. She was speechless.

“I . . . I,” she stuttered. She didn’t expect him to agree with her.

“November, I’m kidding. I’m joking. I can bring it to you tomorrow after I am done working.”

She let the air out of her chest. “Man, I was gon’ say,” she said.

“You know I was just joking. I will swing by there tomorrow with your bag, okay?”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to put you out. I wouldn’t have a problem coming by to get it, but you know I am without a vehicle.”

“No, it’s no problem. I got you,” he said.

His voice was soothing, and she could tell that he was cool with it, so she agreed. “Thanks, Tracy. I will give you gas money for doing that for me.”

“November, please. Don’t insult me. I’ll be all right. Plus, I may have an offer for you.”

She flopped down onto the sofa. “What kind of an offer?”

“Something that may help you out. We can talk about it tomorrow when I come over to bring your bag.”

She frowned. “Okay,” she said slowly.

“Cool. Talk to you later.”

“Okay,” she said and hung up the phone. What could he possibly have to offer me?

She got up and headed for the kitchen, where she grabbed cheese from the fridge and popped a cube into her mouth. Then she went for the red wine and a glass and spent the rest of the night wondering what was on Tracy’s mind.

The next day, November got up and went to the bank to deposit her insurance check. She then grabbed a cab and went to check out a couple of furniture stores, checking out what was new and hot. None of that old college thrift-store mess was going into her new place, she thought as she walked through the stores. After the last store, she hopped on the bus and headed back to the Ninety-fifth Street train station and rode back to her place. By the time she got home, the sun was going down, and she was exhausted from the hustle and bustle of her day. She ate her Italian beef and decided to do a little work around the house. She put her iPod on the dock and got busy while she listened to Mary J. Blige.

She had already begun packing, so she had boxes all over. She took a shower, then sat on the couch with a glass of merlot. The music was good and the evening breeze from the window was nice. Strangely, her block was quiet, which was totally out of the ordinary for a Saturday night. Someone was always out or yelling from their windows, but that night, no one was moving around.

Her cell phone rang, and she looked at the caller ID. The number wasn’t familiar, but she answered it anyway, thinking she’d hang up if it was someone she didn’t want to talk to.

“Hello,” she said, her voice low. She wasn’t sure why she did that, but she figured it must have been the merlot.

“November?” a male voice said.

“Yes?” she answered, wondering who in the hell was calling her that.

“Hey, this is Trey.”

She had no idea who Trey was. “Who?” she asked suspiciously.

“Tracy. Tracy Stone from Stone Cold Towing.”

“Oh, hey, Tracy. What’s up?”

“I am close to your place. Is it cool for me to bring your bag over?”

She had totally forgotten he was coming by to bring her bag. “Oh, I forgot.” She looked down at the dingy old sweats she had on and sprang from the sofa.

“Is this not a good time?’

“Oh, no, you’re fine. I just forgot, but it’s okay for you to come.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in about thirty minutes.”

“Okay. You know what building, right?”

“The one on the right?”

“Yeah. I’m in building C, apartment C3.”

“Okay. I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay,” she said.

Thanking God Tracy had said thirty minutes, she hung up, and she dashed into the bathroom. She removed her scarf, applied a little of her MAC gloss, and sprayed on some cherry blossom body spray. Then she threw on a pair of capris and a Supergirl T-shirt. After lighting a couple candles and moving a few boxes to the side, she thought her place still wasn’t ready for company. She hardly ever had anyone over, so the boxes had never been a big concern for her. She hoped he’d chalk the mess up to her moving soon.

As soon as she refilled her glass, she heard a knock at the door. She knew it was Tracy, but she looked through the peephole anyway. When she opened the door, she was pleasantly surprised to see him looking better than the night before. Instead of wearing the old blue uniform, he was dressed in a button-down shirt with a pair of jeans and white tennis shoes. His haircut was fresh with a nice, tight lining. He smiled, and she automatically smiled back at him.

“Hello,” he said.

After a few seconds, she realized she hadn’t invited him in. “Hey, come on in,” she said, moving from in front of the door.

“Here is your bag.” He handed it to her.

“Oh, thank you.” She put it to the side.

“What’s in that little bag? It’s kinda heavy.”

“Well, it’s my CDs and other crap from my car. My workout clothes—or I should say unused workout clothes—are in there too. I have not used those in over a year. Why I still carried them, I have no clue.”

“Workout? Girl, you are fine. What do you mean workout?” He eyed her up and down, and she knew he was examining her round hips, thick thighs, and plump ass. “In my opinion, you’re perfectly fine. Thick, slim waist, and . . .” He cleared his throat.

“And what?”

“Let’s just say you don’t need the gym.”

“I disagree. I can stand to lose some weight and get back into my clothes.” She was well aware that her jeans were fitting her tighter.

“Well, you’re doing just fine from where I’m standing.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, realizing they were still standing near the door. “Would you like to have a seat?”

“Sure,” he said.

She extended an arm toward the sofa. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Yes, that would be nice. What do you have?”

“What do you drink? My liquor cart is stocked, from a few parties I’ve hosted for the people in my building. I have rum, vodka, wine, beer.”

“I’ll have a beer.”

“Is Corona fine? That’s all I have.”

“Yeah, that is cool,” he said.

She went into the kitchen to get it. As she opened the top, she couldn’t help but wonder what was going on with Tracy. What kind of offer did he h. . .