Scandalous Games

“Who the hell is this!”

The last thing Donathan expected to see when he came through the front door was his woman sitting on the couch with another man. He stood menacingly in the door way with fire in his eyes. I could tell he was trying to be intimidating, but was thrown off by the visual clues in front of him.

When Tracy jumped up to address her disgruntled boyfriend I lifted myself casually from the sofa and adjusted my suit jacket. Donathans' eyes were mainly on Tracy, but he was sizing me up in his peripheral. I was doing my best not to laugh at this clown. His tough guy imitation was joke.

“Don’t just bust up in here being disrespectful and ignorant, Donathan! Why are you trippin’”

Tracy’s words flared with attitude, but not enough to provoke her bully of a man. Just that short rebuttal softened Donathan, and brought his little ego down a few notches. Being a man myself I could tell easily he was now just trying to maintain his stance as alpha in his home. He was threatened by a much smoother, distinguished, and dominant male on his turf.

Donathan looked me up and down, then, turned back to Tracy with his face contorted. Obviously pissed, he was trying to build his heart up in case he decided to hurt someone.

“Don’t play with me! You better start explaining before you and your little fancy friend get fucked up in here!”

Donathan locked the door behind him and moved closer to the sofa Tracy and I stood in front of. Now, I was more on guard. Any closer and he would be within arm reach. Which, made him capable of reaching me, too. I already wanted to put this weak impression of a man to the test for how he treated my friend Tracy, but I had to keep her best interest in mind. My eyes shifted back and forth from him to her waiting for Tracy to calm him before I had to knock him out.

“Back up! Stop acting like an asshole, Donathan! You think I’d just have some man in our home doing some bullshit? That’s what you think of me? That’s fucked up, Donathan! I have never treated on you and you know that, but you always treat me like I’m one of these hoes out here!”

Donathan was dumbfounded by his woman’s anger. It appeared what touched him most was the pain Tracy expressed. No man wants to see his woman cry, and she was almost there. Tracy obviously seen it too, because she turned up the emotion. Her words were strong enough to plateau his soaring eagle, but not sharp enough to further inflame his fury.

“Hold on ba-.”

Donathan tried to regain control of the situation with no success.

“No! How about asking what’s going on before jumping to conclusions and trying to intimidate somebody. Do I jump to conclusions when I see you smiling all in some woman’s face? Or, what about when you take those “Important” phone calls that you step in the other room for…”

Tracy was on a role. I could tell they’d be in a full-blown fall out soon, so, I decided to play mediator, and create my exit.

“I’m sorry for causing so much confusion. There’s no need for y’all to fight.”

Donathan turned to say something I could tell would be trigger to his beat down. I cut him short before he got started.

“My name is Carl. A mutual friend of your lady recommended me to help with the sale of this lovely home of yours.”

Donathan stared hard into my eyes. He was looking for a con I’m sure, but returned his stare confidently.

“You’re telling me you’re a real estate agent?”

“Exactly,” I said while grabbing my briefcase and moving toward the door.

“If you two decide to go through with the sale I’s love to assist you. Contact Michelle and she will give you my information. Have a nice day.”

As I turned the door knob to walk out Donathan apologized for the misunderstanding. He never waited for a response due to his need to sooth his woman’s wounded heart. I stepped out the door and headed to my car smiling so wide that he could’ve seen it through the back of my head.

From inside my new Audi A8 I looked at the house once last time. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself as the smooth sound of my favorite R&B mix came through the speakers. I’m always amazed at how good of an actress a woman can be. Tracy could be an Oscar nominee for her performance.

She was fishing for a good lie the whole time, but managed to spin the whole thing on her man. I know for sure his instinct told him better, but the average male ego will always overpower common since. Men don’t want to believe their woman is playing them like they play their women. If she manages to acquire a male counterpart with true game she is virtually unbeatable.

Donathan is proof of this. I checked my heart at the door a long time ago. The nice guy doesn’t win in this world and the Game is no place for anyone prone to sucker attacks. I know my role and I play it well at all time. That’s exactly why Tracy will be calling me the first chance she gets to get everything she’s missing and laugh at the man she’s with, but had long ago fell out of love with.

You may be thinking I’m dirty as hell, a dog, or whatever. I could care less. It’s not my job to respect him, and it’s certainly not my concern about how happy they are. There is no such thing as a homewrecker unless you’re talking about the people in that home. The hell with all the Game I’m giving you. The main point is that I’d rather be me than the man in the house I just left. He’s in there feeling sorry for his woman, but if it wasn’t for the warning given by his loud car stereo he’d have walked in hearing sexual sounds his woman hasn’t made for him in years.

They call me Juan….welcome to the Game!