Read The Devil Is a Lie Online
Authors: ReShonda Tate Billingsley
M
y eyes must be playing tricks on me.
Nina Lawson glanced at the digital clock in the lower corner of her Hewlett-Packard laptop. It was two forty-five in the morning. Yes, her eyes had to be playing tricks on her. She was dog tired after staying up studying for her latest real estate exam, so she knew she shouldn’t put much stock in the email that was blaring at her. She’d only checked it because she came across it as she was looking for an email from one of her clients. She realized she hadn’t checked her numbers from Saturday’s drawing, so she decided to quickly look at the update email from the Lottery Commission.
She never expected this.
“‘The winning lotto numbers for Saturday’s Texas Lotto
drawing are four-seven-fourteen-seventeen-twenty-one-twenty-five,’” she mumbled, reading the email again.
Nina’s eyes made their way back down to the little pink ticket clutched tightly in her right hand. 4–7-14–17-21–25. This was her fifth time comparing the numbers, and the results were still the same.
Slowly, any semblance of weariness began to fade away.
“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod.” Nina’s whispers gradually turned into an all-out shout.
“I won! I won!
Yes!
” Nina began screaming as she jumped up from her leather chair, sending it toppling to the floor. She didn’t realize how loud she was being until she looked up to see her fiancé, Rick Henderson, standing in the doorway to her office.
“What in the world is wrong with you?” he groggily asked. “You know I have to get up and go to work in the morning. Why are you still up? And why are you in here screaming like you’re crazy?”
Nina shook out both her hands, trying to calm herself down. Rick was standing there shirtless, his caramel-colored skin and rippled abs reminding her why he was one of the most sought-after personal trainers in Houston. They’d met two years ago, after he whipped her best friend Michelle into shape. He’d flirted with Nina, telling her how pretty she was and how much she looked like Gabrielle Union. Even so, she didn’t give him the time of day because she was married at the time. Then, two months after her divorce, she’d bumped into him at the gym where he worked. They’d gone to lunch, and the next thing Nina knew, he was spending every night at her house.
Rick was sweet, caring, and the finest man she’d ever seen. But more than that, he was good to her. After her ex-husband, Todd, betrayed her, Nina thought she’d never be in love again, but Rick had quickly changed that. Too quickly, her friends said. He’d moved in with her about six weeks after their first date to help her with her bills, which she’d been struggling to pay since Todd left. Despite her apprehension about getting involved with someone so soon after her marriage ended, things had progressed quickly. Before she knew it, not only were they living together but they were engaged to be married.
“Baby, you’re not going to believe this,” Nina said, bringing her excitement level down a notch.
“Do you know what time it is?” he repeated. “I have a client at five o’clock, Mrs. Brighton. And you know she comes all hyped up and ready to work.”
Nina smiled widely. “Well, you need to call Mrs. Brighton and tell her you aren’t coming to work out with her tomorrow. Tell her you won’t
ever
be working out with her again.”
Rick rubbed his closely shaven head. “Nina, what are you talking about?”
She had to use everything in her power to contain her excitement. She inhaled deeply, then sauntered over to him, lightly waving the pink ticket in front of him. “
This
is what I’m talking about. This little piece of paper is about to change our lives.”
“What is that?” he asked, squinting.
“Here.” She excitedly handed him the ticket. “Take a look at this.”
He took it but continued to frown as she raced back over to the computer.
“Look, girl, I don’t have time to be playing. I need to get some sleep.”
“Just gimme a minute.” Nina began reading the computer screen again. “‘The winning numbers for Saturday’s Texas Lotto drawing are four-seven-fourteen-seventeen-twenty-one-twenty-five.’” She stood up triumphantly and pointed at the ticket. “What do the numbers on that ticket say?”
“Nina…”
“What do the numbers say?” she repeated.
He huffed in frustration, then read the ticket. “Four-seven-fourteen-seventeen-twenty-one…” His eyes grew wide as he looked up at Nina. “Oh, my God. I…is this for real?”
Nina was grinning like a kid at a chocolate factory as the excitement began building up again.
“As real as it gets!” She could no longer contain herself. She raced over and threw her arms around his neck. “We’re rich, baby. Rich, rich, rich!”
Granted, they weren’t married, but he had popped the question out of the blue two months ago. Rick was trying to open his own gym, and he wanted to be financially secure before they actually set a wedding date. He had bought her a small band, with promises to upgrade to a platinum and diamond one as soon as he got his money right. Still, Nina had no doubt that she was sharing her winnings with her man. Shoot, if anything, they were definitely ready to marry now.
Rick pulled away from Nina, taking a look at the ticket again. Shock was still blasted across his face. “H-how much?”
She kissed him hard. “Sixteen million,” she said, pulling back. “I mean, I did the cash option payout, so I don’t know how much that actually equates to, but I’m sure it’s somewhere in the millions, even after taxes.”
Rick kept staring at the ticket like he couldn’t believe it. “But how, I mean…is this for real?”
She nodded. “I wouldn’t play around with something like this, especially at three o’clock in the morning.”
“Since when did you start playing the lottery?”
Nina shrugged. “I’m not a regular player. I just play every now and then. I was in the gas station Saturday and found a five-dollar bill folded up in my pocket, so I just bought five tickets. I never in a million years thought I’d win.”
For once Rick was speechless. He was a hustler, so he was always talking a good game. Nina always told him that his gift of gab was so great, he should’ve been in sales.
Nina took Rick’s hand and led him out of her office, down the hall, and into the living room of their small three-bedroom home, which she’d moved into after her divorce.
“Do you know what this means?” she said, easing him down onto the sofa.
“It means you’re rich?” he said slowly, like everything was still registering.
“It means
we’re
rich, baby. I can pay off those student loans, get out of debt, open my real estate business, and you—you can now finally open that gym you’ve wanted to open.”
Rick had been scrimping and saving for years to fulfill his dream of opening an upscale gym that catered to young professionals. He’d managed to save a nice chunk of change, but three months ago, his only brother was killed, and Rick had to use the money to bury his brother. So he was essentially starting all over.
A smile finally crossed Rick’s face as his eyes began to twinkle. “
We’re
rich?”
Nina nodded, matching his smile. “
We’re
rich.”
He jumped up and swung her around in circles as they both let out piercing screams. Nina couldn’t remember a time she’d been happier. She knew from that moment forward, their lives would never be the same.
T
odd Lawson’s eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness filling his tiny one-bedroom apartment.
It was bad enough he had to come home to this dump, but since he’d fallen victim to downsizing and lost his job as director of music relations for the local R&B station, money had been extremely tight. He finally had to take a job at UPS, where his friend Lincoln worked. Todd and his girlfriend Pam had moved from their nice downtown condo to the Village of Fondren, a group of crappy apartments on the south side of Houston—a move Pam was none too happy about. But he’d begged her to just hang in there until he stockpiled enough money to start his talent management agency. She did, but not without complaining every chance she got.
Todd had just returned from making a delivery to Oklahoma City, and after the seven-hour drive he was dog tired. He just wanted to relax in front of the TV with a cold beer.
But the candles flickering on the kitchen table told him that Pam had other ideas. There had to be fifteen candles of various heights. Todd sighed, loosened the dingy chocolate brown shirt, and began slipping it off.
“Hey, baby,” Pam purred. She was sitting at the end of the rectangular glass table, which looked out of place in the tiny apartment. She had long, sandy brown hair, pulled up with ringlets of curls cascading down her face.
“What’s goin’ on?” Todd asked, eyeing the Chinese food arranged in the Corelle ceramic dishes. No doubt from P.F. Chang’s, her favorite. Pam couldn’t cook, didn’t cook, and wouldn’t cook. But she could order a mean takeout.
“Sit down, why don’t you?” She seductively motioned toward the seat at the other end of the table.
“Babe, I appreciate this, but I’m really tired.” He was worn-out and would give anything not to have to endure a romantic dinner.
“But, Todd, I went to all this trouble.”
“I know, and I don’t mean to be ungrateful. I’m just really beat.” Todd knew that the longer he tried to plead his case, the more she was going to whine and pout. So he made a beeline for the refrigerator. “I promise I’ll make it up to you. I just want to grab a Bud and relax,” he said, opening the refrigerator. A confused look crossed his face when the light didn’t come on. “What the—?”
He opened and closed the door several times before a nagging suspicion came over him as he made his way over to the light switch on the wall. He flicked it several times, then frowned when the light there didn’t come on either. That explained the “romantic” candles.
Todd walked back over to the refrigerator, opened it, reached inside, and touched the beer. It was lukewarm, just as he feared. Pam was playing with the lo mein noodles. The expression on her face had gone from seductive to shifty.
“Pam, are the lights off?” Todd slowly asked.
“Well, ummm, it’s like, I mean, I can explain,” she began, setting her chopsticks down.
“Pam, tell me the lights are
not
off,” he growled, already knowing the answer. “Not when I gave you two hundred dollars to pay the electric bill last week.”
“Well, see, what had happened was,” she explained, “when I went to the beauty shop, Wanda convinced me to get highlights and a full head weave instead of the extensions I had been getting. I agreed, only I didn’t ask her how much extra it was going to be. And then it was twice as much as I expected, and well, I didn’t have any other money.”
Todd had to take small, deep breaths. He didn’t get angry very often, but lately Pam had really been pushing his buttons. She was a model who never modeled. Right now she was “in between” jobs. She had been hired at a call center a few months ago, but since she couldn’t ever get to work on time, she was fired within two weeks. With the exception of that job and a stint as a Bud Light girl, she was always “in between” jobs.
Maybe they wouldn’t have to live in this dump if she would get a job. Maybe they’d have money for the lights
and
her weave if she would just get a job. But the concept seemed foreign to her, and he’d given up fighting her about it.
“Pam, I know you’re not standing here telling me you got your hair done with the electric-bill money.”
She eased over to him. “Baby, I was trying to look good for you. I mean, we are going to the Mary J. Blige concert and I knew you wouldn’t want me looking all busted.”
Todd pushed her gently but firmly away from him. “Yeah, the concert. The one-hundred-and-sixty-dollar-a-seat concert that you just
had
to get tickets to.” Pam was truly irresponsible when it came to money. They’d gotten evicted from the condo because she squandered the rent money. When they moved into this dump, she’d promised him she would do better and he’d promised her he’d move her to a nicer place when their six-month lease was up.
Todd silently cursed. He knew he shouldn’t have trusted her with that electric-bill money. He had threatened numerous times to take over managing their money, or rather,
his
money, since she didn’t work, but she always talked him out of it. And since he was always on the road making long-distance deliveries, and she was at home doing nothing, he let her keep handling the money.
“Baby, don’t be mad,” Pam said. “This can be fun. I got dinner. I got the candles going. We can make love by the light of the flickering flames.” She pulled at his belt.
He stared at her like she was crazy. “So you spent the electric-bill money on your hair?” he asked, like he needed to hear it
again. When she didn’t answer, he said, “So why didn’t you just use money from the account to pay the bill?” She bit down on her bottom lip but still didn’t answer. “Pam, how much money is in the account?” he asked through gritted teeth.
She shrugged nonchalantly while she continued trying to undo his belt. “You worry too much.”
He put his hands over hers, stopping her. “Pam, how much money is in the account?”
“Twenty-six dollars.”
“Pam, what happened to the money? I had two hundred and sixty dollars in there yesterday. And please tell me that you paid my grandmother’s bill.”
Pam rolled her eyes. “Yes, I paid your precious grandmother’s bill,” she snapped sarcastically. “That’s why we don’t ever have any money—you paying her bills every month. Like she needs to be in that pricey assisted-living center. She’s got Alzheimer’s. She wouldn’t know if you had her living under a brid…”
Pam’s words trailed off. His grandmother was a subject she usually didn’t dare touch. Although his grandmother’s health was slowly deteriorating, Todd would work 24/7 if he had to to make sure she could live out her final days in decency.
“Look, I’m sorry,” she said with an edge to her voice. “I didn’t mean anything, but things are tough for us because of that woman, and you can’t expect me to enjoy spending our money on her when her and your mom treat me like crap.”
“It ain’t your money,” Todd said slowly, deciding not to even touch her comment about his mom and grandmother. “Now, what happened to all the money in the account?”
Pam threw up her hands in surrender. “Baby, I don’t want to argue with you.”
Yet the answer came to him when he finally noticed her sheer pink gown.
“Is that new?” he asked, pointing. Todd didn’t know what kind it was, but obviously it had a designer label. Pam lowered her eyes to the floor, but she didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to; he knew that’s where the money went. Pam was forever trying to live a champagne lifestyle on a beer budget.
“Pam, I don’t believe you!” Todd said, no longer able to contain his anger. “Why would you take the last of our money and buy a negligee?”
“It was on sale! And I thought the light company gives you a little leeway when you don’t pay your bill.”
“Not when the bill is already overdue!” he yelled. “You don’t even open them until the pink copy comes!”
“Well, at least it’s cool outside. A beautiful April night,” she said, motioning toward the window.
“Pam, how are the lights going to get back on? I don’t get paid until Friday. Are we supposed to sit up in here for three days in the dark, hungry? Oh, but at least your hair will be cute.”
“Todd, I’m really sorry,” Pam said, reaching for him.
He jerked his hand away.
“I already talked to my sister,” Pam quickly added. “She loaned us the money. She already called and paid the bill on her credit card, so the lights should be back on tomorrow.”
“So now your sister thinks I’m not man enough to pay my
own bills.” That thought set him to pacing back and forth across the kitchen.
“No, I mean, she knows you can pay your bills.” Pam exhaled in frustration, like he was the one who was wrong. “Good grief, you’re making a big deal out of nothin’. All I’m—”
He cut her off. “Save it, Pam. I am so sick of this.”
“Look, don’t be going off on me.” She wiggled her neck. “I can’t help it if you don’t make enough money.”
No, she didn’t go there
, he thought.
She must’ve known she’d crossed the line because again she reached out and tried to hug him. Todd didn’t say a word as he pushed her hands off him. He walked through the darkness and out the front door, ignoring Pam’s cries of apology.