She was so organized she had labeled each box. Once again, she demonstrated her class. Any other woman would have tossed my shit out on the lawn and set fire to the rest.
“ That was quick,” Kelvin said as I climbed back into the car.
“ I knew exactly where it was so it wasn’t a big deal.” I felt like a heel for taking credit for something I did not do, but I’d be damned if I’d admit that Felicia had the fortitude to pack my shit for me. “So where are we headed?”
“ Man, I met this chick last week, and she’s hot. She told me she works in this new spot, Seasons, and she’s the assistant manager there. We can get our grub on, and if I’m lucky, I’ll get to see that dime piece again.”
“ Oh, you’re dragging me on a booty call.”
“ Naw, man, she ain’t like that. This one is a class act. You’ll see when you meet her. That is if she is working.”
“ Alright. Where is it?” I waited for directions
“ It’s in Tucker on North Lake Parkway.”
I turned onto 285, pleased that I would not have to go all the way downtown. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until he’d mentioned food. I’d been in the house all day and hadn’t bothered to go outside to get me something to eat. Since neither Kelvin nor I cooked, his refrigerator was bare as hell. The only thing we kept in there was beer, and we would have to get some more of that before this night was over.
* * *
“ Hey, dawg,” I said, getting up from the table. “I gotta go wash my hands. Order me a Corona with lime.”
“ Alright,” he said, not paying me much attention, scanning the room for the hot chick he’d met.
I made my way to the bathroom although that wasn’t really my main objective. I needed to speak with Felicia to tell her how sorry I was for everything. Despite the outcome of our marriage, I still loved her. I thought she needed to know this. I had called her earlier while I was in the storage shed, but she didn’t answer. I left a message but so far, she hadn’t returned that call, either. I hoped everything was okay with her. I didn’t want to call her cell phone in case she was with someone and decided to clown on me.
Chapter 13
Felicia
I swiveled my chair around to face the window in my office. The view it offered of downtown Atlanta should have been on a postcard.
It had been a long week, and I was looking forward to some downtime. I had my hair done last night, that took one more item off my to-do list for tomorrow. The problem was there was nothing else pressing on that list that gave me a reason to get up from my chair. Boredom and monotony were by products of being single. Unless you had a big black book or brothers knocking on your door, you were stuck in a rut of hanging out with the girls or by herself.
I didn’t have a problem with hanging with the girls, but every now and then a little dick was necessary. I wanted to be around men. That was the bottom line. I wanted to smell them, watch their muscles bulge, and admire a bunch of tight asses. Convinced I needed some excitement, I buzzed Talisa to see what her plans were for the evening.
“ Yes, Felicia,” she said as soon as she picked up the phone.
“ Can you come in here for a minute?”
“ Sure, let me grab my pad.”
“ You won’t need it.”
Hesitantly, she eased into my office. I understood her reluctance since I’d kept our relationship strictly professional and she had done the same. Because I wanted her at ease, I invited her to take a seat.
“ Shall I close the door or leave it open?”
“ You can close it.”
She paused before she pushed it shut. She crossed the room and took a seat in one of the chairs in front of my desk. I chuckled because she hadn’t taken a seat in my office since the day I hired her. I smiled at her; she relaxed somewhat.
“ It’s been a long week, and I think we should cut out of here early.” I prayed that she wouldn’t reject my invitation.
“
“ That was quick,” Kelvin said as I climbed back into the car.
“ I knew exactly where it was so it wasn’t a big deal.” I felt like a heel for taking credit for something I did not do, but I’d be damned if I’d admit that Felicia had the fortitude to pack my shit for me. “So where are we headed?”
“ Man, I met this chick last week, and she’s hot. She told me she works in this new spot, Seasons, and she’s the assistant manager there. We can get our grub on, and if I’m lucky, I’ll get to see that dime piece again.”
“ Oh, you’re dragging me on a booty call.”
“ Naw, man, she ain’t like that. This one is a class act. You’ll see when you meet her. That is if she is working.”
“ Alright. Where is it?” I waited for directions
“ It’s in Tucker on North Lake Parkway.”
I turned onto 285, pleased that I would not have to go all the way downtown. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until he’d mentioned food. I’d been in the house all day and hadn’t bothered to go outside to get me something to eat. Since neither Kelvin nor I cooked, his refrigerator was bare as hell. The only thing we kept in there was beer, and we would have to get some more of that before this night was over.
* * *
“ Hey, dawg,” I said, getting up from the table. “I gotta go wash my hands. Order me a Corona with lime.”
“ Alright,” he said, not paying me much attention, scanning the room for the hot chick he’d met.
I made my way to the bathroom although that wasn’t really my main objective. I needed to speak with Felicia to tell her how sorry I was for everything. Despite the outcome of our marriage, I still loved her. I thought she needed to know this. I had called her earlier while I was in the storage shed, but she didn’t answer. I left a message but so far, she hadn’t returned that call, either. I hoped everything was okay with her. I didn’t want to call her cell phone in case she was with someone and decided to clown on me.
Chapter 13
Felicia
I swiveled my chair around to face the window in my office. The view it offered of downtown Atlanta should have been on a postcard.
It had been a long week, and I was looking forward to some downtime. I had my hair done last night, that took one more item off my to-do list for tomorrow. The problem was there was nothing else pressing on that list that gave me a reason to get up from my chair. Boredom and monotony were by products of being single. Unless you had a big black book or brothers knocking on your door, you were stuck in a rut of hanging out with the girls or by herself.
I didn’t have a problem with hanging with the girls, but every now and then a little dick was necessary. I wanted to be around men. That was the bottom line. I wanted to smell them, watch their muscles bulge, and admire a bunch of tight asses. Convinced I needed some excitement, I buzzed Talisa to see what her plans were for the evening.
“ Yes, Felicia,” she said as soon as she picked up the phone.
“ Can you come in here for a minute?”
“ Sure, let me grab my pad.”
“ You won’t need it.”
Hesitantly, she eased into my office. I understood her reluctance since I’d kept our relationship strictly professional and she had done the same. Because I wanted her at ease, I invited her to take a seat.
“ Shall I close the door or leave it open?”
“ You can close it.”
She paused before she pushed it shut. She crossed the room and took a seat in one of the chairs in front of my desk. I chuckled because she hadn’t taken a seat in my office since the day I hired her. I smiled at her; she relaxed somewhat.
“ It’s been a long week, and I think we should cut out of here early.” I prayed that she wouldn’t reject my invitation.
“
Similar Books
