woman like her. They
like to play but after awhile they grew bored and it was on
to the next one.
"Do you mean that?" Veronica asked without looking
up. Deep down she didn't want to make eye contact, in case
he was lying and the evidence was written on his face.
"Of course, or I wouldn't have said it," Arnez replied
as he gently stroked the side of Veronica's arm. "I never
believed it was possible to find a woman with all the
qualities I desired until meeting you." Arnez words were
sweet music to Veronica's ears. How sincere and genuine
Arnez sounded gave Veronica the confidence to make the
eye contact she was initially avoiding.
"Thank you for saying that, you have no idea how
much that means to me." And it did mean a lot to Veronica.
She had been in a relationship with another man for the
last year that seemed to be going nowhere. He had the
prerequisites that she was drawn to in a lover: emotionally
detached, married to the game of illegal activities and great
in bed. Veronica thought she had played her cards perfectly
with him, but he never wanted to take it to the next level.
He seemed more interested in picking her brilliant brain
for legal information than making a love connection. It was
to the point that Veronica no longer felt their relationship
was an even exchange. It was like she was simply being used
at his convenience. But the sex was great, although it had almost become obsolete. Before she was willing to take
what she could get because her attraction to him was so
powerful. But now that Arnez was on the scene the tides
had changed.
"Does that mean you would one day consider being
my wife?"
"Are you proposing to me?" Veronica couldn't contain
the smile that had taken over her face.
"I guess you can say that. I know that I want to marry
you, but before I go any further I want to know that you
would want to marry me too. You know I can be sensitive
and I don't want you to bruise my ego too much," he
grinned.
"You don't have to worry about that. Because when
you do decide to pop the question, you will no doubt get a
big yes from me."
"That's all I needed to hear," Arnez said, before locking
lips with Veronica and giving her another dick down that
was slowly turning her mind to mush.
"So you're going to stand there with a blank stare on
your face and not answer my question?" By the tone of
Akil's question it was evident he was losing his patience with
Nichelle. His boyish looking face seemed to be aging in less
than sixty seconds. And his slender build wasn't appearing
to be so nonthreatening anymore. Nichelle knew she had
to proceed with caution and choose her words wisely.
"Akil, I apologize for not getting in touch with you
sooner but I needed a break."
"A break! You call disappearing for two days a break!"
Akil yelled. He had never raised his voice to Nichelle and it
was starting to freak her out.
"Calm down. You're getting upset for nothing," she
said coolly, trying to downplay the severity of the situation.
"It wasn't a full two days, it was more like a day and a half."
"This is bullshit, Nichelle. I want to know what the
hell is going on with you."
"I told you, I needed time to myself. Everything is
moving so fast."
"Everything like what?"
"This modeling career."
"I thought this is what you wanted?"
"I do but..."
"But what? Tell me what is going on. I can't help you
if I don't know what is causing you to act like this."
"That's the thing. I don't want your help."
"Excuse me?" From the irritated expression on Akil's
face, Nichelle knew her choice of words were wrong.
"What I'm trying to say is that only time is going to
make this better, not you helping me. Do you understand?"
"No I don't. I believe you're bullshitting me and I don't
like it."
"I don't know what to say."
"How about starting with the truth. Who were you with?"
"I was by myself."
"Where did you go?"
"I told you already, I stayed in a hotel?"
"How did you get
like to play but after awhile they grew bored and it was on
to the next one.
"Do you mean that?" Veronica asked without looking
up. Deep down she didn't want to make eye contact, in case
he was lying and the evidence was written on his face.
"Of course, or I wouldn't have said it," Arnez replied
as he gently stroked the side of Veronica's arm. "I never
believed it was possible to find a woman with all the
qualities I desired until meeting you." Arnez words were
sweet music to Veronica's ears. How sincere and genuine
Arnez sounded gave Veronica the confidence to make the
eye contact she was initially avoiding.
"Thank you for saying that, you have no idea how
much that means to me." And it did mean a lot to Veronica.
She had been in a relationship with another man for the
last year that seemed to be going nowhere. He had the
prerequisites that she was drawn to in a lover: emotionally
detached, married to the game of illegal activities and great
in bed. Veronica thought she had played her cards perfectly
with him, but he never wanted to take it to the next level.
He seemed more interested in picking her brilliant brain
for legal information than making a love connection. It was
to the point that Veronica no longer felt their relationship
was an even exchange. It was like she was simply being used
at his convenience. But the sex was great, although it had almost become obsolete. Before she was willing to take
what she could get because her attraction to him was so
powerful. But now that Arnez was on the scene the tides
had changed.
"Does that mean you would one day consider being
my wife?"
"Are you proposing to me?" Veronica couldn't contain
the smile that had taken over her face.
"I guess you can say that. I know that I want to marry
you, but before I go any further I want to know that you
would want to marry me too. You know I can be sensitive
and I don't want you to bruise my ego too much," he
grinned.
"You don't have to worry about that. Because when
you do decide to pop the question, you will no doubt get a
big yes from me."
"That's all I needed to hear," Arnez said, before locking
lips with Veronica and giving her another dick down that
was slowly turning her mind to mush.
"So you're going to stand there with a blank stare on
your face and not answer my question?" By the tone of
Akil's question it was evident he was losing his patience with
Nichelle. His boyish looking face seemed to be aging in less
than sixty seconds. And his slender build wasn't appearing
to be so nonthreatening anymore. Nichelle knew she had
to proceed with caution and choose her words wisely.
"Akil, I apologize for not getting in touch with you
sooner but I needed a break."
"A break! You call disappearing for two days a break!"
Akil yelled. He had never raised his voice to Nichelle and it
was starting to freak her out.
"Calm down. You're getting upset for nothing," she
said coolly, trying to downplay the severity of the situation.
"It wasn't a full two days, it was more like a day and a half."
"This is bullshit, Nichelle. I want to know what the
hell is going on with you."
"I told you, I needed time to myself. Everything is
moving so fast."
"Everything like what?"
"This modeling career."
"I thought this is what you wanted?"
"I do but..."
"But what? Tell me what is going on. I can't help you
if I don't know what is causing you to act like this."
"That's the thing. I don't want your help."
"Excuse me?" From the irritated expression on Akil's
face, Nichelle knew her choice of words were wrong.
"What I'm trying to say is that only time is going to
make this better, not you helping me. Do you understand?"
"No I don't. I believe you're bullshitting me and I don't
like it."
"I don't know what to say."
"How about starting with the truth. Who were you with?"
"I was by myself."
"Where did you go?"
"I told you already, I stayed in a hotel?"
"How did you get
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