The One

THE ONE JORDAN SILVER Copyright © 2023 by Jordan Silver All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Created with Vellum CONTENTS 1. Steph 2. Steph 3. Mace 4. Steph 5. Steph 6. Steph 7. Mace 8. Steph 9. Mace 10. Mace 11. Steph 12. Steph 13. Steph 14. Mace 15. Mace 16. Mace 17. Mace 18. Mace 19. Steph 20. Mace 21. Mace 22. Mace 23. Steph 24. Mace 25. Steph 26. Mace 27. Steph 28. Mace 29. Steph 30. Mace 31. Steph 32. Steph 33. Stehanie 34. Mace 35. Stephanie 36. Steph 37. Mace 38. Steph 39. Steph 40. Mace Epilogue STEPH “Um-um, gimme some.” “Some a what? Where?” My best friend Natalie turned around fast enough to give herself whiplash. I inclined my chin to the hottie that was making his way through the crowd on the dance floor. “Who the nerd?” “That’s no nerd; that is grade A cock right there.” “Damn trick, your pussy is always on the prowl.” “Damn straight. I was married to that asshole for ten years, and not one orgasm that wasn’t self-induced. If I hook up with some other limp dick asshole this time around, then that shit is on me. Only Grade A cock for this bitch. Yes’um.” My eyes followed the man, who was easily taller than anyone else in the room. I know why Nat called him a nerd. “Just because he’s wearing glasses doesn’t mean he’s a nerd. You didn’t see him before he got swallowed up in the crowd. That grey at his temples and the way he walked through here like king of the fucking universe um-um.” Nat craned her neck to get a better look when the crowd shifted, and he was once again in our sights. “My pussy just genuflected; I’m telling you he’s the one.” “Wait, are you sure?” “Yep, and we always said if one of us got the vibe, then the other one must follow.” “I know the rules, Steph, but are you saying he’s the one?” “Um-hmm, the one who’s going to give us lots and lots of babies. Oh, lawd, I just creamed myself.” Just then, Mr. Hottie stopped dead in his tracks and stared right at us. “Oh shit!” Mace I was making a spot check through my place, an impromptu decision since I’d been hearing from my best friend on the local force that there was some shady shit going on around here. Not my place per se, but the general area. The club had only been open for a few months, and it was my first time here during opening hours. I’d had the place bugged just this afternoon, video and audio, so that’s why I heard the two women who were holding up the bar talking. I didn’t know who they were talking about at first, not until one mentioned the strip of grey hair at my temples—the bane of my existence since the age of twenty. Now at thirty-eight, I’m told it makes me look distinguished. I didn’t let my eyes stay on them for too long, didn’t want them to realize I’d overheard their conversation. But I’d looked long enough to be distracted. They’d turned their backs and were now facing the bar though they kept sneaking peeks over their shoulders. I decided to head upstairs to my office, where I could see and hear them better, away from the noise. I was halfway up the stairs when her words played over in my head. “Did she say give us babies? Both of them?” The fuck? Oh boy! My dick seemed way too happy at the prospect, but he’s always been a dumb fuck. Steph “Oh, fucking shit on a crooked dick, did you see that look? Look down on the floor Nat. Do you see my melted panties anywhere down there?” I almost reached beneath my dress to fan myself. “We didn’t get a good enough look; where did he disappear to?” “I don’t know, but I know there’s only one exit out this bitch, and my eyes are peeled.” “I think you might have to hold onto me now. I’m not joking. If he walks his fine ass back through here, I’m jumping on his dick. If a man can melt my panties with a look, I don’t even want to know what he can do with his dick. Oh, lawd, I just know it’s big and long and thick.” I fanned myself because have mercy. “How do you know what he’s packing?” “I can tell. No man could have that innate confidence unless he was packing nine and up.” We hooted and hollered like the two hussies we aim to be, while deep down inside, we were very good girls who just like to cut up after a drink or two or ten. “That should’ve been my first red flag with dickless. That man wouldn’t shit unless his mama told him it was okay. No spine, no spleen, no nothing, and teeny-weeny dick. But you know what, all jokes aside, it was my fault that I wasted those ten years. I should’ve been gone after the first year, but I hung around, for what?” “Because I was afraid of what people might think. I didn’t want to be a failure. Ten years and I couldn’t even get a baby outta that low sperm count motherfucker, and I think he really is a motherfucker because no man needs to be that close to his mama. And that’s exactly what I told the judge too.” “I know; I was there.” “Oh yes, I forgot, you’re my lawyer and my best friend. And you got me my nice new settlement.” “It’s what you deserve for putting up with that lump.” “But I feel bad. We’re