Ex-Girl to the Next Girl

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In Daaimah S. Poole's sizzling new novel, three sistahs and three bruthahs are playin'a game of love where the only rule is anything goes . . .

Ever since Shonda stole Malik from his fiancée—at the altar, no less—she's believed that marrying him would be her ticket to happiness. But when it finally happens, Shonda is in for a rude awakening. . .

Meanwhile, Malik's ex-fiancée, Kim, has had a year to get over the nightmare that was supposed to be...

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In Daaimah S. Poole's sizzling new novel, three sistahs and three bruthahs are playin'a game of love where the only rule is anything goes . . .

Ever since Shonda stole Malik from his fiancée—at the altar, no less—she's believed that marrying him would be her ticket to happiness. But when it finally happens, Shonda is in for a rude awakening. . .

Meanwhile, Malik's ex-fiancée, Kim, has had a year to get over the nightmare that was supposed to be her wedding day. She manages to pull it together despite the news that Malik actually married the bitch who spoiled her nuptials. Just as she opens up to the idea of a new love, Kim meets a new man. . .who happens to be white. Is he the one she's been looking for?

After two years with her boyfriend Rodney, twenty-five-year-old Nadine Clark wants to see what else is out there. But Nadine soon discovers being single isn't what she'd imagined. Dejected, Nadine takes up with Malik, a man she believes is free. But when his wife, Shonda, confronts Nadine, everything hits the fan. . .and it isn't long before everyone involved comes face-to-face with the crazy consequences of getting what they wished for. . .

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  • ISBN-13: 9780758209177
  • Publisher: Kensington
  • Publication date: 4/1/2007
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 304
  • Product dimensions: 4.26 (w) x 6.88 (h) x 0.82 (d)

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EX-Girl to the Next Girl

By Daaimah S. Poole

Dafina Books

Copyright © 2006 Daaimah S. Poole
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780758209177

Chapter One

Shonda Nicole Robinson

I have been with my man for about a year and some change. He was seeing someone when I first met him. Actually, he was living with her and engaged, with a baby on the way. But I deaded all of that. I had to; I fell in love with him. Malik was going to be mine, one way or another. He was so damn sexy, polished, built, and a delicious shade of brown. We met at my old job at a law firm. He still works there as a paralegal. I was a temporary receptionist. I got fired for punching a bitch in the face who was minding my business. Not like that. But I had to handle my business. Malik still works there as a paralegal.

We snuck around for a few months, going to hotels, having lunch together, and taking days off from work. But then we broke up. He started feeling bad about leaving her while she was pregnant, and temporarily got back with her and proposed to her. I thought I could live without him, but I realized I couldn't. Then I heard that he was about to get married. So, I marched right up into his wedding to his son's mom and was, like, "Hold up one motherfucking moment." That's not what I said, exactly, but to make a long story short, I said, "Malik, you don't love her; you love me." And it didn't take a lot of convincing, 'cause instead of staying there and marrying her, he left the church. He fell in love with me and I fell for him, hard.

After I left the church, I went to the gas station and Malik's baby-mom sister attacked me with her bridesmaid dress on. She snuck me. It was cool, though. I guess she was mad. But that didn't make Malik come back to the wedding. He was at my house that next morning, saying, "Baby, you stopped me from making the worst mistake of my life." And if he would have married Kim, I still wouldn't have left him alone. I probably would have settled for being his mistress. He wasn't really trying to marry her, anyway.

It's been all good ever since. We moved in together a few months after his wedding. Now we have a house that we are renting in Wynnfield. My daughter has her own room, then we have our bedroom, and my back bedroom is the junk room. We keep boxes that I haven't unpacked and the ironing board in there. I'm thinking about making that a gym or office for Malik. I don't know. I have a little Chrysler Cirrus and we are doing okay. Malik already has an Associate's degree and is going back to school to get his Bachelor's in Criminal Justice. Then after that he is going to law school. I'm going to be married to a lawyer. Imagine that! One day I might even go back to school. I need a career change. I like my job as a car salesperson, but it is so hard, working on commission. If I don't sell a car, I don't get paid. It is as simple as that. They have this thing called "the draw" that means you get paid six hundred every two weeks, when you don't sell a car. Then when you sell a car, they take their six hundred dollars back; it is just like borrowing money.

I was at the dealership. I spend more time here than I do at home, I thought. My luck has not been that good lately with selling cars, but things should begin to pick up very soon. People are getting their W2's in the mail, and soon they will have income tax return checks. People are just now recovering from Christmas. Trying to sell a car in the winter is like selling vinegar juice to a thirsty person on a hot summer day-very hard. Malik's been holding down the bills, then my daughter's father takes care of her. I don't have to buy her anything, and I still get money every week from my child-support check. So I'm cool, I just have to make enough money to get my hair done, shop, and put gas in my car.

It was so slow, I looked out into the crowded parking lot. There were about a hundred cars that were just sitting there ready to be driven home. There was big print chalk writing that read No Money Down on some of them, and the others had balloons and fiesta-colored adornments flickering in the wind. Nobody had pulled in the lot the entire hour I sat at the window. I was next up. We took turns and rotated on customers on slow days. But nobody was coming through those doors. So I went to my cubicle and called back old leads. Leads were people who were supposed to buy a car, but something happened with their credit, they didn't have down payment money, or a cosigner. Basically, deals that fell through. I managed to schedule one appointment. The woman would be in on Friday. I went back to the big window, watching closely to see if anybody entered the parking lot. The first car that rode up was going to the parts department. The second car was coming straight towards me. I put on my navy wool coat and met the man at the door. An older Hispanic man, red from the cold, walked up to me. His brown hair covered half of his bald head. He smiled at me.

"Hi, I'm Shonda. What car did you want to see?" I asked as I reached for his hand. He dug around in his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. It was a printout off the Internet of a car website. He handed me the paper. I looked down at it and said, "So you are interested in a Focus."

"Yes, I want the same one with all those options. Same color, price, and all."

"Okay, let me see if we have any in stock." I went to look in our computer system. I told the man to have a seat, but instead he followed me. Then he said, "You seem nice, so let me tell you. Shonda, I don't want to play any games. Tell your boss that I've walked out of three other dealerships. If he doesn't give me what I want, I'll walk out of here, too."

"Okay," I said as I continued to type in his selection, knowing this man was going to be a pain in my ass. He explained he wanted a four-cylinder car to get him back and forth to work. He was putting too many miles on his SUV.

I took him out to the lot and found the car he wanted. He said that he didn't want to even look inside the car or test-drive it. He wanted for me to just write the deal up. I began writing the deal, asking him necessary questions like his name, social security number, and employer. I already knew he was definitely going to buy the car. I was happy I had a deal, but I wasn't going to make any money on it because he wanted the car for five hundred dollars over invoice. We made fifteen percent on new cars. That meant I was going to make seventy-five dollars.

I finished writing the deal up and took all the paperwork to my manager, Joe. He was a drunk. I think he put liquor in his coffee. He looked over at the customer through the bottom of his thick glasses. He then yelled at me, "Did you give him this number?"


"Where did he get it from?" he asked.

"He's been to a few other dealerships. He told me to tell you don't play any games. Give him the car for this price or he is walking."

"Did you take him on a test-drive?" he asked, looking down at me.


"Why not?"

"He didn't want to test-drive," I said, exhausted.

"Give me a minute," he said as he sipped his dark, alcohol-tainted coffee. I went back and had a seat. Joe pulled his pants up that were falling off his butt. Then he walked over to us and said, "Señor estoy contento que usted aquí deberá negociar con nosotros hoy."

"Como no Espanola," the man said.

"Okay, brother," Joe said as he patted his back. "Let's sit down." I looked over at Joe clown-ass. I hoped he hadn't lost the deal for me. Trying to speak Spanish and assuming that a Hispanic person should know Spanish.

"We would like to make a deal with you today, but if we sell this car at this price, we wouldn't be making any money," Joe said, as he wrote a slightly higher number on the sales sheet.

"Have a good evening," the man said. He got up and added, "I told her to tell you I wasn't playing. I want that car under these conditions or no deal."

"Hold up one minute-let's see what we can do," Joe said as he walked back to his desk, pressed some numbers in his calculator and said, "Okay, okay, Mister-you are a good negotiator. What the hell, Robinson, write the deal." He couldn't let him leave; we needed the deal. We were short eleven cars for the month.

I wrote up all the paperwork and took them to Lester, the lead salesperson they promoted to finance, even though he didn't have that much experience. Lester pulled me to the side and said, "We are not making any money on this car. We got to sell him on a warranty so we can make some money on the back end." I hated selling warranties to people. People that buy warranties financed five hundred dollars for five years, and nothing that you needed was covered, like the transmission or engine. I sold him the car, that was my job. Selling warranties, that was his job. I walked back out to the showroom, aggravated.

"Would you like some coffee?" I asked Mr. Rivera.


I grabbed the coffee, stirrers, a pack of the pink one, a blue one, and one sugar. He could decide for himself which one he wanted.

"Oh, Mr. Rivera, I just wanted to tell you that you should get a warranty on the car. It would only increase your payment by eight dollars a month, but you would be covered for everything."

"Well, the car is practically new, right?"


"So, I shouldn't have any problems. Right?" he said, looking at me suspiciously.


"Well, why would I need a warranty?" he asked.

"It's just good to have. You know, peace of mind," I said, thinking on my feet.

"I meant to ask you, Shonda. Did this car have one owner?"

"Yeah, just one owner," I lied. His eyebrow raised and he said, "Any problems?"

"No problems. I can do a CarFax for you."

"You sure? I don't want to have to replace the transmission or anything."

"No, not at all. It had one previous owner." I neglected to tell him the previous owner was a rental car agency and that the car had been run up and down the highway by different drivers for two years. I turned my head and saw Lester coming toward me. I was saved as he introduced himself to Mr. Rivera and they walked into Lester's office.

He bought the car and I was done for today and off to pick up my daughter, Brianna, from her father's house. I pulled up and tooted my horn.

"Brian, I'm outside,"

"Bree will be out." Bree came running to the car with her pink Bratz doll book bag. I gave her a quick hug and we were on our way home.

"Mom, guess what?" Bree announced.


"Daddy said we are going on vacation," she shouted excitedly.

"Really, where are y'all going?" I asked.

"Daddy said me, him, and Andrea are going to Disney World."

Is that right? I thought. I don't know why, but I got instantly jealous. He was not taking my child to Disney World. Especially not with his wife. I was going to take her. She needs her first Disney World trip to be with her mother. I already started pricing it. Me and Malik were going to take his son and her. He wanted to take Kim's other son, Kevin, too, but she said no. If she didn't, I would have said no. I didn't want that little boy to go, anyway. It is one thing being nice and loving Malik's son, but I'm not playing stepmommy to a little boy that ain't even Malik's. But that was another story. I had to deal with Brian. I dialed his phone.

"Brian, um, when y'all supposed to be going to Disney World?" I asked.

"I bought tickets and we are going over Brianna's spring break," he said.

"Well, let me tell you something. You did not ask me. So Brianna can't go."

"What do you mean, she can't go? She is my daughter-I bought the tickets."

"Like I said, she can't go because you didn't ask me. And I want her first Disney World experience to be with me."

"Shonda, you are ridiculous!"

"Whatever, get a refund." I hung up on him. Me and Brian have been broken up for over two years, and I still hate him. Brian thinks he is doing so much better than me, but he ain't, and his wife is ugly. Big, tall, yellow bitch. She looks like Big Bird. I can't wait for Malik to propose to me. Then we are going to get a big town house with a driveway. The only reason I let Brianna go over as much as she does is because I be needing a break and be working. I rather her be with her dad than with a babysitter. Otherwise, he would not have my child so much.

I walked into my house and it was a mess. Brianna's Barbie dolls were scattered around the room. I had started decorating the living room, but haven't had the time or money to finish. I walked into the kitchen. I had a sunflower scheme going on. On the stove there was smelly broccoli in a pot that I had cooked three days ago. I rinsed it out, poured bleach into it, and washed it. The smell still lingered a little.

It is hard trying to clean, cook, and work. I took a look in our freezer: there was steak, a whole chicken, and frozen hot dogs. I continued to stare like something else was going to appear. It was too late to thaw out a steak, and I didn't want a hot dog. I took one more glimpse in the freezer, then I decided I wasn't cooking anything. I cleaned the kitchen and then snatched the Tri-Town delivery menu off of the refrigerator. I worked all day, too. But I was the one who had to find the energy to cook for everybody. Not tonight, I thought. I was going to order me chicken fingers and Malik a cheese steak. I picked up the phone and Brianna was on there, talking. I listened for a moment to see what she was talking about. Her and her friend were talking about what they were going to wear to school the next day. I had to cut their convo short.

"Who you talking to?" I asked.

"My friend Leah."

"Tell Leah good-bye and come here."

Brianna told her friend she'd see her at school. She ran down the steps and shouted from the living room, "Yes, Mom?"

"What do you want to eat?"

"Where are you ordering from?"


"I don't know what I want," she said as she looked over the menu.

"Brianna, hurry up and decide-I'm placing my order now," I said as I dialed the number.

"I'll take a salad."

"A salad? I'm not paying seven dollars for a salad." "Me and Andrea always order salad."

"Bree, you can get some fingers or a burger. Or you can go and fix yourself a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich."

"I'll fix a sandwich," she said with an attitude.

"After that, get your homework done." She was only ten, but getting so grown. People were starting to tell me that I needed to sit her down. I found a note she wrote to some boy, talking about meeting her after school under the steps. She said it wasn't hers, it was her friend Erica's. So I told her she couldn't be friends with her anymore.

Malik came in the door around nine. "Hey, baby," he said. My baby made me proud to say I was his woman. He looked so handsome in his white shirt, navy blue tie, and navy slacks.

"Hey," I said as he came and kissed me softly on the lips.

"Where is Bree?"

"She is in the room asleep."

"What you cooked?" he asked as he looked around the kitchen for a sign of food.

"I didn't cook anything, baby. Me and Bree got in here so late." I could tell he was a little disappointed. "I ordered you a steak, though," I said, trying to make up for not cooking.

"A greasy cheese steak and soggy French fries with ketchup in the microwave. Damn, Shonda, cook for your man once in a while," he said as he looked in the microwave. "Why can't I come home to a decent meal?" he said playfully, but I knew he was serious.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I was tired. I promise, tomorrow I will cook for you." I said as I got close to him and put my arms around his waist and kissed him.

"It's okay. Baby, I know you're tired, but you got to feed your man. Look at me, I'm getting skinny," he said as he took a step back from me and raised his shirt to reveal his flat stomach.

"I think you look fine, baby."

"You about to get in the tub?"

"Yeah, I want to relax a bit," I told him.

"I'm going to eat. Then I'll be up there to get in with you."

Malik met me upstairs and we turned the lights out and I lit a candle. The water was hot and the bubbles were high and feathery. We sat in each other's arms. It was so relaxing, ending the day with my man. I took the wash cloth and wrung it out over his back, letting the warm water trickle down his spine.

"Thank you, baby, that feels so good," he said as he sighed. I then began to massage his temples and reached for the Suave apple shampoo and lathered it in.


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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 27, 2014

    I enjoyed this book very much. Way better than the first one thi

    I enjoyed this book very much. Way better than the first one this one was juicy,sexy and filled with drama and scandal. I highly recommend this book. Trust me you won't regret it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 23, 2013

    really good book

    really good book

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  • Posted February 5, 2011

    good until the end....

    didnt like how it ended. it couldnt have been better.

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  • Posted June 6, 2010


    I put the book down on page 25. I found the writing style childish. There was nothing that screamed 'seasoned author' to me. I won't waste my time with anymore books by this author. Daaimah has nothing on Francis Ray; that is an author worth each word in print!

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  • Posted November 4, 2008

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    This was a very thrilling book it had alot of drama and plotting involved Daamiah Poole is an excellent writer!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 13, 2006

    EX-Girl to the Next Girl: An PeoplewholoveGoodBooks Review

    Shonda, Malik, and Kim are back! The characters you got to know and love in 'Got a Man' are back in the sequel 'Ex-Girl to the Next Girl'. Shonda and Malik are now living together after the day Shonda interrupted Malik's wedding to Kim. Shonda believes that Malik is the one and that once they marry, life will be perfect. For a while, things are perfect until Malik's ex-con brother moves in and he then loses his job. Things begin to quickly spiral out of control and soon Malik is back to his old tricks. Meanwhile Shonda gets a job working at the prison and soon finds herself in over her head as she gets involved with the wrong people but Shonda is in for the shock of her life as karma comes back full circle. Kim, heartbroken, and on the verge of a nervous breakdown must put her life back together and raise her children. Soon, she meets a new man and things seem to be going well except she can't get over the fact that he's white. Kim has also confronted her past and located her first son's father-the man who raped her and left her pregnant. Will Kim finally be able to move on and find happiness? Ex-Girl to the Next Girl is a satisfying sequel that is a fast-paced read that grabs the reader's attention. The characters are ones that you can relate to, but the ending leaves unanswered questions, could there be a part 3? Either way, this is one sequel that delivers! I give this book 4 stars. Reviewed by Shay C of PeoplewholoveGoodBooks.

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