You Call That Love?

As I explained in my previous blog, Meshell Ndegeocello’s song, “Outside My Door,” was my inspiration for the book. Yasmin story has evolved in so many ways. Far different than I first imagined, starting as one book, then turning into a two-part series. Years later I’m working on the eighth installment to the series. While music still serves as a muse, I’m mostly inspired by my readers who love Yasmin and Braxton as much as I do. What inspires me the most is when reader tell me how emotional they were while reading. Seeing how animated they become describing a scene or character warms my heart. For my readers to not only enjoy the book, but feel the story is indescribable, truly amazing. I am so appreciative and thankful for the support.

For my new readers, check out the first five chapters of my debut novel. eBook and printed versions of the full novel are available on Amazon.

Bonus: Fact - Every book title and all chapter are named after a song title. 😊

You Call That Love? 

1 Get It Together


After five long years, today, May 4, 2002, my life was beginning. Earlier, I received my undergraduate degree in business administration, with a concentration in finance, from the University of Maryland at College Park. In two weeks, I will be starting my position with Legg Mason as a financial advisor. Life is good, everything was going as planned, and finally, I decided I was done trying to please others. India Arie’s, “Get It Together” was my anthem. Who am I? My name is Yasmin Elaine Sinclair. I stand 5 foot 11 with a golden honey complexion, hazel-green eyes, and thick, long hair that hangs just past my shoulders. I am not petite but just right, a size twelve. I don’t think of myself as pretty, but people always tell me I am. I’ve always hated the reflection that stared back, especially my hazel-green eyes. This impression of self stems from childhood. Growing up, let’s just say, was an experience. I am the black sheep. I’ve always felt my parents tolerated me because they had to. I knew they were counting the days until I got O.U.T. All of the affection in the house was solely directed at my sister, Ashley, who is four years younger. From personalities to looks, my sister and I are complete opposites. Ashley is the outgoing one, always on the go, while I am more reserved. The differences continued with our appearance. Ashley owned a rich mocha complexion, standing 5 foot 4 with a petite frame. Her short, wild hair matched her personality. To my parents, she is perfect. Ashley is the pretty one, the smart one, and the can-do-NO wrong one. Graduation was my wake-up call. I was going to forget that my father didn’t even show up for the ceremony.
or that my mother and Ashley only made a brief appearance. I was not getting depressed, so enough about the family.
This is my life, and it was time to take control. Today, I am going out to celebrate me. I walked into the door of my Silver Spring apartment and began peeling off my graduation attire. I threw everything in the hamper and proceeded to my bathroom. I ran my bathwater adding Milk & Honey bubble bath and bath salts. Easing my way into the warm bathwater, I let the aroma take me away and reminisce about the last couple of years. My best friend, Landon, and I had had some fun over the years. I smiled as I thought about the first time I met her. It was my junior year of high school, 1996. We had just moved out of D.C. to Takoma Park, after my father got a supervisory position at the Washington, D.C., Metro Transit Authority. I was the new girl, a loner, and preferred for it to stay that way. However, since I was the new girl and quiet, people assumed I was a bourgeois stuck-up bitch. I was never one for drama and knew how petty females could be so that title never bothered me. All I needed was a good book, some music, and I was happy. One cool October day, the school decided it was a good day for a fire drill. As I was waiting for school administration to give the OK to go back inside, a fugly (fucking ugly) character and his entourage approached. This guy was about 5 foot 8, 140 pounds, light skin with a bad case of acne and a big KRS-ONE nose. He was wearing clothes that made him look like a crayon box, representing every damn color. I turned around and prayed he wouldn’t say anything to me. “What up, Shorty? Let me get ya number,” this fugly guy said to me, looking me up and down. I thought, Not today. Something told me he was going to be a pain. I replied, “I have a boyfriend.” “So, I ain’t asking you if you had a man. I just want to talk to you,” he persisted. “Well, I’m not interested.” “Yo, I told you she was a dyke. She trying act like she got a man,” he laughed. “I ain’t never see her with no man. What she need is some of this good dick. I’d turn he
straight, but this broad ain’t worth my time. She a’wight, but she ain’t no bomb.” By now we had a show. A few of the students had gathered around to see what was going on. I turned around and looked at the fool. “Look, I was trying to be nice to your fugly ass. Look in the mirror. Just because someone doesn’t wanna talk to your corny ass doesn’t make them a dyke. But while we’re on the subject, you’re the one walking around here like you going to gay pride. You have on every color of the damn rainbow, and if that’s not enough, your rap game is weak.” He looked around at the crowd, but remained silent. I went into my Coach bag, pulled out my eyeliner, and took a step to Mr. Fugly. “And one more thing. Why would I want you? I could play connect the dots on your face with my pencil.” The group of students that had gathered was laughing and teasing Mr. Fugly by now. “Damn, she straight-up clowned you,” someone laughed out. “Fuck you,” Mr. Fugly said to me before walking away with his entourage. I know I should have let him walk away, but I had to get the last word in. “I know you want to, but like I just told you, that’s not going to happen.” Just as I was walking away, this girl approached me. I recognized her from my second-period class. I didn’t remember her name, but I did remember her staring at me. She looked at me like she knew me, but I just brushed it off. Normally, when I saw her she was with a lot of guys. The rare times I saw her with a female, they were arguing.   As she got closer, I looked her over. We had a lot of similarities: same complexion, long hair, hair color, and even the green eyes. She, however, was petite and resembled the late R&B singer Aaliyah.   “Hi, Yasmin, right?” she laughed. I looked at her. “Is something funny?” 

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“My bad,” she pointed to herself. “I’m Landon. I was laughing at how you told him off. The things you said sound like something I would say. You surprised me. I didn’t think you had it in you. You seem more like the quiet type. I wasn’t expecting you to say anything.” I had to laugh myself. “A lot of times people assume they can talk to me any way. That’s a big mistake. I am quiet, but if you try me on the right day, I will tell your ass off.” We both laughed. From that day we’ve been like two peas in the pod. Now don’t get me wrong. We have our share of arguments. After all, we both have smart-ass mouths, but I love her like a sister. Just as I was stepping out of the tub my phone rang. I knew it was Landon. I grabbed a towel, being careful not to slip on the marble floor of my rust and gold bathroom. Of course when I made it to my bedroom, the ringing stopped. Glancing at the caller ID, it confirmed Landon. Instead of calling her back, I chose to dry off and get dressed. What to wear? It’s early May, but the temperatures had been in the nineties earlier. However, according to the weather channel, it was supposed to drop into the low seventies tonight. I rummaged through my closet, deciding to be pretty in pink. Splashing on Victoria Secrets, Pretty in Pink body splash and lotion, I followed with Issey Miyake perfume. I settled on a loose-flowing pink and brown print skirt that stopped just below my knees, a pink tube top with a brown beaded choker attached, and brown sandals. I pinned my hair up, letting some curls hang down. The final touch is my Mac lip gloss. Taking a glance in the mirror, I saw toned legs and my 36 DDs were in check. Yes, I was satisfied. Just then my phone rang again. Assuming it was Landon, I picked up the phone. “Yes, Land, I’m ready.” “Where you going?” he asked.
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It’s Derek, my ex. Derek and I broke up eight months ago, but he wouldn’t move on. I silently cursed myself for not checking the caller ID. “I’m going out with Landon.” “Where y’all going?” he asked.   “Out,” I roll my eyes as if he could see me. “I know out, but where? I’m saying, I’m trying to spend some time with you. You know you miss me. Why don’t you just let me come over and give you some of this good dick?” “Listen, Derek, you and I are not together. Where I go is none of your business. Like I told you before, we’re going to different places. Well, I’m going places, and you’re stuck. And for the record, your dick ain’t all of that. So stop wasting your time and mine. Don’t call me anymore,” I said before hanging up on the fool. The phone rang again. This time I checked the caller ID. “Yes, Landon?” “Are you ready?” “Yeah, where are we going? I need a drink.” “I was thinking about going to Dream. I feel like dancing. Why do you sound so irritable?” “I just hung up with Derek.”     “Ill . . . Why are you still talking to him? You like those inner-city thugs. Why?” “For your info, Landon, I picked up the phone thinking it was you.” “Oh, well, why you wasted your time in the first place with that thug is beyond me.” “All right, Miss Uppity, just come on and pick me up so I can celebrate. You’re driving, right?” “Of course,” she said before she hung up on me. Landon was against Derek and me from the beginning. She thought he was ghetto and wasn’t going anywhere in life. I admit, this time, Landon was right. I met him a year and a half ago when I took my 2000 Honda Accord coupe in for an oil change. Landon acknowledged a
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guy if he made six figures. Derek’s income was well below her salary criteria. Therefore, she never gave him a chance. He was the mechanic that worked on my car and came over to give me a summary of what he did. I knew he was trying to get my number and wasn’t usually this friendly with customers. He kept looking at me, saying anything to keep me there longer. “Miss Lady, I checked over everything. Everything is in order, no defects. The coupes are nice. The engine is . . . (blah, blah).” He was telling me important stuff about my car, but I was only seeing him. He had my attention. He had sexiness about him. He was tall, brown with an athletic build. He reminded me of Method Man. Just looking at him was making me horny. Playing along, I said, “Well, I’m glad to hear that. If my car broke down, I wouldn’t have anywhere to take it. I could just bring it back here, but the dealer is so expensive.” “Yes, you would. You can just call me. My name is Derek,” he said, handing me a business card. “Thank you,” I said never taking my eyes off him as I took the card. “Make sure you use that card. Cars aren’t my only specialty,” he said, giving me this sexy smile. “Really? Well, I may have to see about that,” I replied walking away, all the while making sure he got my runway strut. I called Derek three days later. He seemed to have his life in order. I found out he was from Baltimore and recently had graduated from TESST College. I told him I was working full time and going to school at night and weekends. He was twenty-five. I was twenty-two at the time. He made a decent salary and seemed to be cool peeps. Unlike Landon, it didn’t matter to me where you were from as long as you knew how to treat me and act in public. We can’t always choose where we’re born, but you don’t have to be a victim of the environment.
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We went out a couple of times, and I had a good vibe. He was a gentleman opening the doors, pulling out chairs, taking my hand. Conversations were nice, no pressure. I decided, why not take things to the next level? Like I said earlier, his dick game was all right. It wasn’t that he was lacking in size or width. His dick was a good eight inches. It was his rhythm. We would get into a good rhythm, and he would stop because he was about to cum. Then he would start some other rhythm. I’d get into that, and he’d stop again. Now his tongue game, that was on point. He took his time and did everything right. Another issue I had with him was money. He was always crying broke. Every time I wanted to do something, such as take a trip or dinner, he was broke. I couldn’t understand why he stayed broke. He didn’t have any kids, and he stayed with his mother. According to him, she needed him financially. That should have put me on alert right there. Instead, I stayed naïve. Soon, he was inquiring about my money. This was the day before our breakup. “Why you have all this expensive stuff? I thought you didn’t make that much money?” Derek asked. “What expensive stuff? Why are you worried about my salary?” “You’re the one always counting pennies, but you have Louis Vuitton, Coach, Gucci shoes, and lot of other designer shit. Last time I checked, you couldn’t buy that at Walmart. You stealing or is some other nigga buying you shit?” “Are you serious?” I asked, looking at him like he bumped his damn head. “Did I stutter?” I looked at him real good and counted to ten before responding. “First of all, don’t say ‘nigga’ in my house. There are no slave masters in here, and the word should be abolished.” “There you go with those big words.” “‘Abolished’ is not a big word. All I’m saying is it wasn’t cool then, and it certainly is not cool now. But, back
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to my stuff. Just because someone has nice things does not mean they’re stealing or some man is buying it. A lot of my extra money comes from grants. I work full time and pay for everything I have. My pay is decent, and none of your damn business. As far as counting pennies, that is called ‘managing money.’ I only spend what I can afford. Everything I buy is on sale. My designer ‘shit,’ as you called it, came from New York. I go there once a month with Landon.” “Oh, that trick,” he said. “Excuse me? You don’t talk about my friend like that. You don’t know her like that.” “And I don’t want to know her stuck-up ass. She’s walking around like she fuckin’ royalty.” “Whatever. She’s still my friend. I haven’t met any of yours, so I can’t talk about them.” I did have to admit the one time Landon met Derek she was a little snobbish. She acted like Whitley from A Different World in her earlier years. She asked him, “What are you? A thug? Gangsta? I bet you listen to 50 Cent all day. What up, yo?” she said while laughing. I know Derek wanted to go off on her, but didn’t because she was my friend. I later blamed it on the liquor, but knew she would have said it regardless. I was glad she didn’t say more. “Yasmin, come here. I apologize for getting a li’l loud earlier. I like you, Ma. I’m feelin’ you.” “Whatever, Derek.” “Come on, Ma. I’m sorry. Bring your sexy ass over here so I can slurp you up. You know you want this tongue and dick up in you.” When he started talking dirty, it did turn me on. Something about this thug turned me on. Dumb, yes, but he had my panties wet. “You wanna go to a cookout wit’ me tomorrow?” he asked. “Whose?” “My peeps. I wanna show off my girl.”
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We’d been dating six months. I was curious to meet his peeps, so I agreed. “OK.”

* The next day, he picked me up in his Chevy Impala and took me to this park called Druid Hill. It definitely was different. Never had I been to a park where there weren’t any sliding boards or swings for kids. It looked like one big fashion show for adults. I should have run then. His mama was straight ghetto. They said forty was the new twenty. Not over here. This forty-year-old woman was just a hot ghetto mess. Did I mention her son is twentyfive? She looked like Shenaynay. She was a decent size, an eight, but was squeezing in a size two. She had on these white, tight, bikini shorts. Yes, I called them bikini because I could see her pubic hair. She had on a ripped-white tank top that was cut at the bottom. The top had “SEXY” written on it to match the tattoo across her breast. You could see the stretch marks from her six kids. She needed to sit down with her bright orange lipstick-wearing self. If that wasn’t enough, she had a bright orange bikini top underneath. Her extralong acrylic nails with bright orange rhinestone designs matched the acrylic toes in her four-inch bright orange sandals. The hair—oh, where do I begin? Because she was wearing orange she felt the need to coordinate. There were bright orange streaks throughout her hair. At least she used tracks. How do I know? The tracks were showing. Her hair was styled in two spiraled ponytails on each side with Chinese bangs. I can’t forget the nose ring, the gold tooth, the gold rings on every finger, and big gold hoop earrings. She definitely looked like the female version of Dennis Rodman. “Hey, girl,” Mama Shenaynay said. Oh no, she has a tongue ring. Trying not to laugh, I said, “Hi, how are you?” “Girl, that’s a good weave you got. Is that the Remy Velvet human hair? I saw that at the Chinese store on Pennsylvania and North Avenue. What number is that? Is
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that #33? What color contacts are they? I goin’ have to go get me some of those too.” Either she wasn’t paying attention to my face or didn’t care to acknowledge my shock of how blunt she was. Before I could respond, Derek spoke. “Nah, Ma, this my baby real hair and eyes.” “Ya mama or daddy must be white. Derek then got some jungle fever.” “Nope, my father is dark skin and my mother is a shade darker than me.” She just looked at me like, “Yeah, right.” The rest of day was even worse. I felt like I was in a Maury Povich audience. A person can get tired of hearing about baby daddy and baby mama drama. Then there were his cousins that tried to talk to me, slipping me their cell numbers. One cousin said dumb stuff like, “I would give you my house number, but my baby mama don’t have nowhere to go so I’m letting her stay with me. She be getting jealous and causing a whole lot of trouble.” Another one said, “Fuck Derek. You need to be with a real man. He can’t make you cum like me. Besides, by the time he finishes paying all that child support, the only thing he can buy you is a Happy Meal from McDonald’s.” At that point I was pissed and ready to go. I could deal with the cousins, but this motherfucker told me he didn’t have any kids. This would explain why his lying ass was always broke. I just smiled at the cousin and said, “No thanks.” I didn’t see Derek so I just sat and tried to relax. I was going to eat until I saw everything came from Murray Steakhouse. Doesn’t Murray’s have a recall on meat like every month? Anyway, I was not taking any chances. After getting crazy stares, I decided to go look for Derek. I overheard one of the females yapping. “She think she cute. She know that’s not her real hair.” I started to respond, but I thought, why bother. I knew she was upset because her man was one of the fools who tried to talk to me.
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I finally found Derek and told him I was ready to go. He didn’t look pleased, but fuck him and his lying ass. Well, this fool started cursing and acting out of character. He told me he wasn’t leaving yet. I realized he was drunk, but I was beyond mad and pissed. I didn’t want him talking to me or taking me home at that point so I just called a cab. While I was waiting for my cab, I had the unfortunate pleasure of experiencing other members of this Jerry Springer clan. I thought I had to run for cover one time. While sitting there looking at the fashion show, all of a sudden I heard this loud noise that sounded like a machine gun. I was in shock and couldn’t move. I was praying to God that I didn’t die, scared out of my mind. Well, come to find out it was Derek’s grandfather. He got up, started to rub his stomach, and scratched his balls. Then he said, “Whew, I knew I shouldn’t ate those beans. They sure was good though. I’mahavagitmore.” Yeah, toward the end, it became difficult to understand him because his teeth fell out. Apparently he didn’t have any more Fixodent. He did get some more of those beans, however. He tore it up, gums and all. Later on, he had a repeat explosion, but this time, something leaked out. Then he said, “Well, better out than in.” But the one who took the prize was Uncle Peanut. Uncle Peanut was a drunk that you could smell from miles away. Not only did he stink, he looked a mess. He had his shirt off, exposing his big beer belly which had him looking like he was ten months pregnant. He had on a pair of shorts that were so tight and funky, I could literally see the imprint of his testicles. His ass looked like it was begging for air. If he had taken off the shorts I’m sure they would have stood and ran. His ass got its wish that day. Uncle Peanut was dancing to “Pass the Courvoisier,” getting his groove on, when he dipped down low, fell on his ass, and busted his pants. To make matter worse, when he stood up, we found out he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Oh, my bad. He was. It was a big crusty dookie stain. I guess he had the beans too.
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Later that night, the fool called me trying to apologize, saying he would make it up to me. I cussed him out and told him forget he ever knew me. He came by my apartment a few times, and I ignored him. I even started taking my car to a different dealership. Problem was he didn’t understand no, so I threatened him with a restraining order. That got his attention. He said he couldn’t jeopardize his parole, more newfound information. The calls, however, continued. He used to call every day; now he’s down to once a month. Just thinking about Derek put me in a bad mood. So that’s enough about him. Tonight, I am going to unwind. Today is my new beginning. I am leaving all the negativity behind. I am focusing on Yasmin, my career, and financial stability. Relationships could wait. But if I did meet someone tonight, it will be someone without the drama. While waiting for Landon, I took the opportunity to tidy up my apartment. It wasn’t dirty, but I like for everything from my apartment to my life to be organized. Living alone is an independency I loved. My parents never showed much concern for anything that I’ve done. So I never had attention or company to miss. When I moved out it was the same nonchalant attitude I was used to. Actually, I take that back. My mother said, “Don’t be a slut.” In my spacious two-bedroom two-bath oasis, there was no tension. Here, I didn’t feel like a guest overstaying my welcome. Just as I was about to call Landon I heard a beep. Looking outside, I saw Landon in her silver 2001 Mercedes CLK320. Landon is an only child, and S.P.O.I.L.E.D. describes her best. Her lawyer parents had their own law firm. The car was her graduation gift. When I got to the car, Landon was on her cell lying to her latest victim about how she loved him and missed him. I admired her cream BCDG tube dress that stopped above the knees. Her hair was cut in a short fly do, spiked with blond highlights. She had long, dangling earrings and a necklace to match. Her stilettos were classy, yet said “fuck
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me.” Topping it off, she wore her signature scent, Ralph Laurens, Romance. “Where are we going, Landon?”
She put up a finger, shushing me. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, that’s my friend. I was trying to keep it as a surprise, but she’s helping me out. I want to get something special for you.” I rolled my eyes. This girl needs to stop. “OK, sweetie, I’ll see you tomorrow night. Bye.” “Landon, you are so full of it. Who was that?” “That was Eric.” I hunched my shoulders, “Who?” “Eric Ayers. He plays for the Washington Wizards. I told you about him. We’ve been talking for about two months. Do you listen to me?” “Like I can keep up with all your men. Where did you meet him?” “Whatever. Don’t hate. Unlike you, I date men with a future, not inner-city thugs. He’s new to the area and was looking for a home.” Landon is a real estate agent in the area. She sells only to the elite. Meaning, for Landon, your salary must be a minimum of $100,000. Another criterion is that the clients must be looking for a home at a minimum of $500,000. I love Landon, but sometimes she can get above herself. I try to tell her to calm down or be nice, but Landon has a mind of her own. Like I said, she’s an only child, used to getting what she wants, when she wants. Since she never had to share or fight for anything, at times she showed no empathy. My family was not poor, but like I said earlier, I am the black sheep. I had to share and work. College was partially paid for, which is why it took me five years, rather than four, to finish. It was also expected for me not to receive anything lower than 3.5 GPA. “Let me guess, your parents did some legal work, and, of course, they had to refer you.”
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“Networking is key. Well, connections work best, but enough about me. This is your night so let’s go party. Any requests?” “You’re right. Tonight is the beginning of my life. Time to let go!” “Well, it’s about time! Dream, here we come.”































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2 Dreamin’


ream was a new club in the D.C. area, and the hottest spot in town. Of course, when we arrived, the line was ridiculous. However, I was with Landon, and waiting was not an option. We strolled to the entrance, she gave her name, and we were in. Dream was definitely the place to be. The four levels of partying and the men that I’d seen so far were HOT. My mind was racing, thinking of the things I’d like to do with them. “What level should we go to?” Landon asked, breaking me from my trance. “Let’s go to the second floor. I need a drink.” As we made it to our destination, it seemed as if the men were getting finer. I was definitely ready to have some fun tonight. “What can I get you?” the bartender asked, winking at Landon. He wasn’t bad looking either. He stood about 6 foot 1, with dark skin, a muscular build, dark ebony eyes, his hair was cut in a Caesar, and he had straight white teeth. I caught Landon rolling her eyes. “Apple martini.” Never taking his eyes off of Landon, he asked for my order. “I’ll take a Malibu Paradise.” After the bartender left to get our drinks, I took the opportunity to tell Landon to be nice. “Landon, please be nice. I don’t want any drama. Today I’m celebrating, all right?” She looked at me like, What the hell are you talking about? “I know you see the bartender all in your face. I just want you to be nice when you reject him, okay?” Before I could get a reply, the bartender returned. D
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“Here you go, ladies,” he said as he placed the drinks in front of us. Then he returned his attention to Landon. “How you doing, sexy? How about you give me your number? I can make you a special drink.” “Sexy, I am,” Landon smiled. “How about you give me yours, and I’ll give you a call.” I almost choked on my drink. Purse $200, shoes $100, Landon being nice PRICELESS $$. The bartender wrote his number down and handed it to her. “Sexy, what’s your name? When are you going to call?” Landon looked over at me and mouthed, “I’m sorry.” Turning toward the bartender, she said, “Call you? For what? Obviously, you’re a little slow. I was trying to be nice, but you had to push it.” She then turned, backed away from the bar, and spun around. “Look at me. You said it yourself. I’m sexy. Nothing on me is cheap. What can you do for me? I like the finer things in life. Make me a drink. This apple martini is weak like your rap game. Next time, try something original. Again, let me reiterate, your rap game is weak. This drink is weak, so I know the sex is weak.” Landon then twisted her face in a look of disgust and grabbed my arm. “Come on, Yas, let’s go.” “Landon, all of that was not necessary. You did not have to go there. All you had to do was say, ‘Okay,’ and throw the number away. I knew you being nice was too good to be true.” Landon looked at me. “Are you done yet?” This bitch was pissing me off. I love her like a sister, but sometimes I wonder how we remain so close. “Landon, remember, this is my night. No drama. Leave the divatude back there.” Landon laughed. “I tried. OK, now I’m on my best behavior.” “Good. Let’s go get a table.”
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We lucked up and were able to get a good table that allowed us to see who was leaving and coming on the floor. We sat there for a while checking out the scenery. “Damn, Landon, messing with you I left my drink at the bar. Go get me another one.” Before she could protest, I said, “You owe me, and I want the same thing.” Landon pouted but went. I sat back enjoying the music. They were playing Nelly’s “Hot in Herre.” It definitely was the truth. I decided to let my eyes scroll around the club. As I was scrolling I saw him, and I swear, my heart skipped beats. He didn’t have a name right now, but my mission was to find out. I’ve seen him a couple of times at Starbucks. Always too scared to approach him, I stayed in the background. Besides, he always looked to be in a rush, or he was on the cell phone running out the door. Either way, he took my breath away then, and he definitely is now. I don’t think he ever noticed me. Tonight was going to be different. I took this opportunity to really check him out. He stood 6 foot 4 with a smooth caramel skin complexion. He had the muscular build of an NBA player. His straight black hair was cut in a Caesar, and he had the sexiest goatee to match. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of grey. His brown slacks and button-down cream shirt complemented his complexion. I wanted him. Just looking at him gave me chills. I could feel my panties getting wet. Just when I thought it couldn’t get better, he looked up and our eyes connected. I felt an instant surge of sexual energy, and it kept increasing. I had to have him; no substitute would do. My dream was becoming a reality tonight. “Yasmin, are you okay? Yasmin,” I heard Landon say. However, it didn’t register until I felt her poking me. “What?” “Are you okay?” “Yes, I was trying to get a love connection with Mr. Sexy before you interrupted me.” Landon followed my gaze and saw my eye candy. “Nice.”
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Sexy was still there stealing glances at me as well. It looked as if he was going to approach me. “Yes Yes Yes!” my mind screamed, but it abruptly stopped when I heard, “Hey, pretty women, what are you two up to?” It was Kevin, a friend of ours. He’s cute, a 6 foot 3 bronze Adonis with a six-pack to match. Dark ebony eyes, pretty white teeth. He definitely has model looks, but instead, chose a career in law, working at Landon’s parents’ law firm. Kevin wanted to date me, but I told him I didn’t want to mess up our friendship. Truthfully, I didn’t feel a sexual or love connection. Kevin still tried, but I just didn’t look at him that way. He is more like a big brother. Talk about bad timing. “Hey, Kevin,” Landon said while hugging him and turning toward Mr. Sexy. “Yasmin has her eye on a guy over there.” “Who, Braxton? Yasmin, you can do better than that.” I turned around, smiling at him. His words gave me hope. “Braxton I like, so you know him. Give me the facts. Introduce me.” “Well, hello to you too, Yasmin, and no,” Kevin said. “Sorry, Kevin. Hello, and why can’t I meet Braxton?” “I don’t know him that well. We went to high school together. He always kept a lot of women. You’re too good for him. You need someone like me.” That’s when I knew to ignore Kevin and figure out a way to meet Braxton on my own. “Congratulations, graduate. So, Yasmin, can I have a dance?” he asked. “No, and thanks. Go dance with Landon. She needs to cool off.” “Excuse you?” Landon said. I looked at Landon, pleading that she would go along with the flow. I needed to meet Mr. Braxton. She caught the hint and grabbed Kevin’s arm.
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“Come on, Kevin, show me what you got. Let’s go upstairs to the loft.” She turned around to me. “Now you owe me.” I laughed. “Thank you.” Once I made sure the coast was clear, I gathered my nerve and made it to the dance floor. The DJ must have been reading my mind because Destiny Child’s, “Bootylicious” was playing. I danced with myself and prayed Mr. Braxton was watching. I was shaking my jelly, and I knew I was doing it right because several guys approached me. Unlike Landon, I smiled and said, no thank you. The record was over, and my hopes of dancing with Mr. Braxton were over as well. The DJ now played “Hey Ma” by Cam’ron. I was making my way back to the table when I felt a strong, firm hand grab mine. “Can I get a dance?” Braxton. “Be calm, don’t act a fool, keep it together,” I told myself. Smiling, I replied, “Sure.” He chuckled. “I was a little nervous to approach you. I saw how you were turning brothers away.” Damn, he’s sexy. “Well, I didn’t want to dance with any of those brothers.” “So, you saying you wanted to dance with me?” “I’m dancing with you, aren’t I?” He turned me around so that my back was on his chest and pulled me close. “I like your style, straight to the point. What’s your name, Beautiful?” I arched my back a little, tilting my neck so he could get a better view of my 36 DDs. “Yasmin, and yours?” Pulling me closer with his breath tickling my ear, he said softly, “Braxton.” Damn, he feels so good; this feels right. He even smells good wearing the men’s version of Issey Miyake. My body melted into his. I was praying he never lets me go. As he gyrated his hips, I moved my body to match his. The DJ
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was so on point tonight. “Bonnie and Clyde” by Jay-Z and Beyoncé was now playing. “What are you doing here tonight, Beautiful?” I loved the way he called me beautiful, and if he kept breathing on my neck like that, I was going to have an orgasm. “I’m out celebrating with my best friend, Landon. I graduated today from College Park, and you? What brings you to Dream?” “Congratulation, Yasmin, and today’s my birthday.” Perfect. He’s a Taurus. I’m a Capricorn. We’re the perfect zodiac match. “Thank you and Happy Birthday.” I knew he was about to ask for my number, and I was ready to give it. “Yasmin!” I turned around to see Kevin and Landon. He really was pissing me off, messing up my hookup. “I see someone is trying to get your attention. I’ll talk to you later, Beautiful,” he said kissing my cheek before walking away. “Kevin, why did you go and do that?” “Do what?” he asked with a smirk. “Okay, so you’re playing dumb now.” I walked off the dance floor, grabbing Landon. “Did you get his number?” she asked. “I was until asshole Kevin messed it up.” Just then, Kevin came to the table with a drink like everything was cool. “I know you’re still not upset about me interrupting your dance. You want to dance? Come on and dance with me.” I gave him an evil look and went back on the dance floor. I knew if I didn’t give him a dance he would bother me the rest of the night. We danced to a couple of songs. Kevin, realizing I wasn’t into it, finally gave me mercy. “Yas, I’m going to head back over there with my boys. I’ll catch you later.” He kissed me on the cheek before walking away.
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  I walked back to the table to see Landon had company. She was talking to this guy, very cute but not as cute as Braxton; still, not bad at all. He was about six feet, chocolate, had wavy hair and deep dimples. “Hello,” I said, sitting down. “Hello,” Mr. Sexy Chocolate said. Staring at me a little too hard, he began to make me feel uncomfortable. “Will, this is my friend, Yasmin.” “Anyone ever told you that you two look like sisters?” “Yes, Yasmin and I get that all the time, but we’re just the best of friends.” “So, ladies, what can I get you tonight?” Will asked. “I’ll take an Amaretto Sour, and you can get Yasmin Grey Goose with cranberry.” Will walked away to get our drinks. “Very cute, Landon. What’s the occupation?” Knowing Landon like I do, I knew Will was paid. “Yassy, that’s William Mathis. He plays for the Pittsburgh Stealers. Did you listen to me? Did I teach you anything? I keep trying to tell you stop wasting your time with minimum-wage mechanics. The guy, Braxton, you were talking to earlier, I don’t recognize him from any NFL or NBA stats I have. He was dressed decent enough in Sean John, but that could be his only outfit. What line of work is he in?” Rolling my eyes at Landon, I said, “I keep telling you I don’t date guys based on their bank accounts. I don’t need a guy to buy me anything. I have my own money. I don’t know anything really about Braxton. I didn’t get a chance to find out because you couldn’t keep Kevin occupied.” “Yasmin, I occupied Kevin for twenty minutes. Such a shame you really don’t listen to me. How many times do I have to tell you, you should know the occupation within the first five minutes? This way, you know if he’s worth the time. Life is too short to be spending it with someone who can’t provide for you.”
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I just shook my head. I didn’t feel like getting into this battle with her. I looked up to see Will returning with a friend. His friend was okay looking, but I was not interested. I wanted Braxton. The friend is about the same height as Will, with a medium brown complexion and bald head. He had no facial hair and a gap in between his teeth. Overall, he did nothing for me. “I’m back, ladies. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long. This is my friend, Charles.” Will grabbed Landon’s hand. “Charles, this is Landon.” He looked over at me. “That’s her friend, Yasmin.” Charles said hello and took a seat next to me. I saw him winking at Will like they were scheming something. I moved closer to Landon. “Hello.” “Baby, you don’t have to move over. I don’t bite,” Charles winked. “No, I’m all right where I am.” Just then I looked up and saw Braxton across the room. He looked at me, smiled, and then walked away. From what I could see, he was leaving the club. I wanted to run over there, but remembered Charles was sitting next to me. Shit! Why can’t these guys get the hint I don’t want them? First Kevin, now Charles. I was really about to be a bitch now. Landon played the oblivious role. “Will, I haven’t seen you before. Do you live here in D.C.?” “No, Charles and I are just visiting. We decided to stay for the night. We have rooms at the Renaissance. It’s getting crowded in here. We can go back to our rooms and talk, if you want.” I saw Charles smirk. “No, I have to get up early. If you or Charles are ready to go, go ahead. Landon and I will be fine.” Landon quickly spoke up. “Will, can you go get me another drink?” Catching Landon’s hint, the two men got up to get more drinks.
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Landon got straight to the point. “What’s your problem?” “Nothing. That’s your thing. I am not going anywhere with them. You say you don’t waste any time with men without money. I don’t waste my time with men I don’t like.” “Remember, you owe me,” Landon reminded her. “Landon, it’s obvious they want sex, and you know I don’t do that. I have to like the person and feel some type of connection. And especially not with someone I just met at a club.” “There you go. No one is trying to get married. We’re twenty-three. I’m just trying to have a good time. Nothing serious. I just need to unwind. Sex is just what I need. You get attached too easily.” “Landon, you need to just chill. This is not the time to get into it, so if you want to go, then go, but make sure you wrap it up.” “Of course. No glove no love.” Instances such as this make me question my friendship with Landon. She and I have had this argument many times before. Although Landon irks the hell out of me, I still remain friends with her. In the end, she is my girl. We have this crazy bond. She brings out my wild side, and I try to tame her wild side. Unfortunately, I’m usually not successful. Despite her bitchiness and rudeness, Landon is a good person. She could be more tactful, but overall, she’s a good person. I knew if I needed her she’d be there. Landon is a sex addict. She loves sex and can’t get enough of it. I constantly warn her about getting pregnant or catching an STD. But she just says condoms are always worn, and if she got pregnant she would be compensated. That’s why she only messes with men with money. The men she chose know Landon has money and assume she only wants them. They think she genuinely cares for them and easily let their guard down—big mistake on their part. “Well, you, Will, and Charles can go do whatever, but I need a way home,” I said.
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“You can take my car,” she offered. “No, you take your car in case you need a getaway.” I swear Landon is so smart in many ways but can be naïve in other ways. “Well, I’ll drop you off and meet up with Will later. We can just hang out here a little while longer.” “Cool.” When Will and Charles returned, Landon grabbed Will and headed right to the dance floor. Charles took this as an opportunity to get close to me. “Yasmin, what do you have to do so early in the morning? Is your man at home waiting for you?” Rolling my eyes, I said, “Let’s just cut the bullshit. I don’t have a man. I’m just not interested in you. So you can stop trying to make a love connection. It’s not happening. There are a lot of females in here; help yourself.” I could tell he wanted to say something but decided not to. Charles got up and headed to the dance floor. Kevin approached. “Are you okay over here? It looked like that guy was giving you a hard time.” “Now you come to my rescue after he left. I see you’re backward tonight. I was doing just fine dancing with Braxton. You broke that up. Yet, you allowed me to sit with someone I didn’t like.” Kevin laughed. “I told you earlier, Braxton is not good for you.” “Kevin, I told you, I love you like a brother. I don’t want to date you. I don’t want to mess up our friendship.” “Okay, if you want Braxton, then fine.” Hugging Kevin I asked, “So tell me all you know.” Shaking his head, he replied, “I didn’t say I was going to hook you up.” “Kevin!” “Yasmin, really, I don’t know the guy like that. We went to high school together. He went away to college. I went away. That’s it.” “OK,” I said, defeated.
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“Well, since you broke my heart again I’m going to find someone to mend my broken heart.” I sat at the table daydreaming about Braxton. I didn’t notice Landon or Will approach the table. “Are you ready, Yasmin?” “Yes.” Will and Landon exchanged info, and I headed to the door. While waiting for Landon, I saw Charles with some girl. They walked past, and Charles took the opportunity to whisper, “You fucked up. You could have had me, but that’s OK. I got a real woman now. You a little on the chunky side and don’t look like you can fuck anyway.” I started to say something but figured, why bother. I had hurt his ego. Landon made her way to the door and we left.

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Later that night, I lay in bed thinking about Braxton. I couldn’t get him out of my mind. It felt so good the way he held me. I kept thinking of possible sexual positions. I didn’t know this man, yet I was sprung. This is one time I wish I would have been more like Landon and got his number. I had to do something. I had to have him. I’m going to find him, and this time when I did, I would get his number.












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3 Hey, You

 
t is the end of June. Two months had passed, and I still haven’t seen Braxton. I frequented Starbucks hoping to run into him but still no luck. I was becoming obsessed with him. Okay, I am obsessed with finding Braxton. I finally decided if it was meant to be, then it will be. I am not going to obsess over him any longer. I parked my car and headed to Starbucks for my Starbucks fix of a Grande white chocolate mocha. Today was going to be a busy day. My boss was taking me offsite to set up a 401(k) proposal for a local company. I’ve been working at Legg Mason for a little over a month and was looking forward to the experience. I can honestly say I love my job. Another bonus is I’ll get to do some traveling, sometimes staying away as long as three months at a time. I was crossing the street when I suddenly saw Braxton. Instantly, I lost my breath. I was so glad I decided to wear my sage Anne Klein suit. The skirt hugged my hips just right and stopped right above my knees. The jacket fit like it was tailored just for me. My accessories and Gucci pumps complemented the outfit. I took out my MAC lip gloss and retouched my lips and picked up my pace. “Excuse me, miss,” I heard as I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around to see a nice-looking guy. He reminded me of Tyson, the model, but I was not interested. “Miss Lady, you dropped your pen. How about you use it and give me your number?” I smiled. “Sorry, I have a boyfriend. You can have the pen.” I turned around to find Braxton, only to discover he was gone. I was really upset. Now that I’m on a mission I
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everyone wants me. Every time I get close to him, some guy stops me. Twenty minutes later, I was walking into Legg Mason depressed. I headed to my office and prepared for the offsite meeting. “Hello, Miss Yasmin Sinclair.” I looked up to see Greg walking into my office. Gregory Johnson, another financial advisor with the company, thought he was God’s gift to women. “Good morning, Greg.” Licking his lips, he said, “You look nice. Why don’t you let me take you out to lunch today?” “I’ve told you I don’t date anyone I work with.” “I didn’t say date. I relieve your stress, you relieve mine.” Just when I was about to tell Greg off, my boss walked in. “Good morning, Mr. Rivers,” I said. Mr. Rivers replied, “Good morning, Yasmin, Greg. Yasmin, are you all set for today?” Greg quickly excused himself, but not before winking. “Yasmin, I told you to call me Bob. When we’re at this meeting I want them to see we are a large company capable of handling their needs. But at the same time, let’s show we are family.” Bob and I went over the presentation and made sure everything was in order. I was nervous because not only was a lot riding on this deal, but because it was with BET. BET is vital figure in the black community. Anyway, I could be a part of making it happen. I was glad to be of aid. Blacks needed to invest more in their future. One of my future goals is to give seminars to blacks on how to invest their money. Credit card companies are lined up ready to give any and everybody a card. I have seen so many college students graduate, only to have thousands of dollars worth of debt.
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We arrived at BET, and Bob must have sensed my nervousness because he kept assuring me everything would be fine. “Good morning. I’m Mr. Rivers, and this is Ms. Sinclair. We’re from Legg Mason. We have an eleven o’clock with Mr. Simms.” The receptionist stood up and smiled. “Good morning, Mr. Rivers, Ms. Sinclair. Mr. Simms will be with you momentarily.” She then led us to a conference room. I took the opportunity to settle my nerves as Bob and I began to set up. Fifteen minutes later, I heard the door open. I looked up, only to lose my breath for the second time today. I wanted to scream, jump for joy. It’s him. Here he is. Braxton! Calm down! I try to tell myself. But he looks so handsome in his grey Kenneth Cole suit with Kenneth Cole fragrance and shoes to match. Get it together. Don’t stutter. He is too sexy. I have on a light color suit and can’t risk my panties getting wet. Yasmin, take control. This is your job. Be professional. I glanced down at my jacket to see my nipples stood erect. Well, that did it. Embarrassed and flushed describes me. Bob walked toward Braxton and made the introductions. “Mr. Simms, we’ve talked to you on several occasions, so you know who I am. But this is Yasmin Sinclair. She’ll be assisting me with this account.” “Nice to meet you, Ms. Sinclair,” Braxton said, shaking my hand. He then shook Bob’s hand and told us to have a seat. I took a seat and when I was sure he was looking, slowly crossed my legs. Bob suggested I start the presentation. I managed to get some nerves from somewhere and began to speak. I laid out our plan and explained why Legg Mason was the company to choose. I was articulate and poised. I had a very good feeling. Finally, I looked over at Bob, and he gave me a nod. I sat down and gave the floor to
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him. Bob recapped what I said and took questions. I’d be lying if I said I paid attention to anything Bob was saying. I silently sat conspiring on a way to give Braxton my number. Disappointingly, I was unable to come up with one. The meeting was over, and as we were gathering our things, Braxton approached. “Ms. Sinclair, may I have your card? I may have some questions later. Bob, is that all right with you?” “Not a problem,” Bob consented. He didn’t have to ask me twice. I pulled out a business card, handing it to him, and said, “Please call me, Yasmin.” Good. I didn’t need a plan after all. “And you can call me Braxton.”

Bob and I headed back to Legg Mason. He talked, but I only halfway listened. I do know he did say he was impressed with my presentation and told me to keep up the good work. Truthfully, I was more excited about making progress with Braxton, but wondered if he would date me or be hesitant now due to our work relationship. I couldn’t wait to call Landon to get her input. Once I reached my office, I called her, but got her voice mail so I left a message telling her to call me. I started working on other accounts and lost track of time. When I looked at the clock, I saw that it was two o’clock. I hadn’t taken lunch, and I was hungry. Just as I started heading out the door, my phone rang. It had to be Landon. “Hello, this is Ms. Sinclair, how may I help you?” “Hello, Yasmin,” a male voice replied. “Yes, hello,” I said again, not recognizing the voice. “How are you?” “May I ask to whom I’m speaking?” “This is Braxton.” He sounded good on the phone too. “Braxton, did you have any questions about the presentation?”
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“Question, yes, about the presentation, no.” “Excuse me?” “Let me get straight to the point. If you aren’t busy Friday, I would you like to take you out.” Did I just hear him correctly? He’s asking me out? Yes, finally! “Hello, are you still there?” Braxton asked, breaking me from my trance. “I apologize. I would love to go out with you. Where are we going?” “I haven’t figured that part out yet. I had to make sure you said yes first. How about I pick you up at your house Friday at eight?” “Sure.” I gave Braxton my address and telephone number. Then I hung up and ran out of the office. I had no idea where we were going, but I knew whatever I wore he wouldn’t forget.



















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4 Caramel Kisses


riday finally arrived, and I was so pumped. It was already 6:30, and I still hadn’t decided on an outfit. I had just stepped out of the bathtub when my doorbell rang. I knew it was Landon. She insisted on coming over to help me get ready. I checked my peephole, however, to make sure it was her. I didn’t need any pop-ups from Derek or anyone else. Once I told her Braxton is a senior business analyst at BET she was okay with the date. I let Landon in, and she walked directly into my bedroom. “So where is he taking you?” she asked as she began pulling outfits from my closet. I sat on the bed applying lotion to my body. “I don’t know. He just told me he was picking me up at eight.” Landon continued to rummage through my closet. Finally, she pulled out three outfits for me to try on. While I preferred to wear something that flowed and not cling, Landon had other ideas. Especially since it was the end of June and the weather had been terrible. Even though it was only eighty-two degrees outside, with the humidity it felt more like ninety-nine. “Landon, it’s too hot and humid to wear this. I want to be comfortable. I don’t want my clothes to stick to me, and the clothes are too tight,” I protested quickly, declining some bodysuit. “Why did you call me over here if you were going to complain about what I picked out? You’re just being your usual self-conscious self. You look good, Yasmin. Nothing is wrong with your body. How many times do I have to tell you that?”   I picked up the other outfits she had pulled out and put them back in the closet. “Landon, don’t start.” F
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“All I’m saying is you called me over here. If you don’t need my services, let me know; I’ll leave. There are a lot of people who do appreciate my services.” “I know there are a lot of men looking for a booty call tonight. You can go provide your service after you help me.” Landon laughed and sat on my bed. “Hater.” “Calm down. I call it like I see it. All I said was it was too hot for those outfits. You took that and ran with it. You got theatrical and went into your spoiled-brat mode,” I teased. Rolling her eyes, she asked, “Well, do you want my help or not?” “I called you over here, didn’t I? Just pick an outfit that’s not tight.” Huffing and puffing, Landon got up off the bed and picked out three more outfits. I looked over her choices. They were much better. The first outfit pulled out was a Michael Kors black spaghetti strap dress that flared out at the end. I tried it on. It fit very well but not what I wanted to wear tonight. It wasn’t sexy enough. “Landon, this fits well, but I don’t want to wear black. I want to wear something more colorful.” The second outfit was an auburn-colored cowl-neck dress that flared out at the bottom. I tried it on and walked over to the mirror. “What do you think?” Landon walked behind me and started messing with the collar. “It’s cute, but I think the collar may be too much.” “I was thinking the same thing.” Looking at the third outfit I was hesitant. I didn’t want to wear any pants, but I gave it a try anyway. I slipped on a pair of white-cropped pants that had a deep cuff on the bottom. On the upper left thigh was gold zig-zag embroidery. The top was a deep violet tube that flared out like a baby doll dress. The top layer was sheer with gold designs throughout. Looking at myself in the mirror, I then turned to Landon. “This is the one.”
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Landon smiled. “Okay, let’s get the rest of your accessories together.” We decided on a pair of Via Spiga crystal and gold embroidered sandals. I added a long gold necklace that had a hoop at the end and large hoop earrings. I decided to pull my hair off my face and neck. It was pinned up in the back, but I let some pieces hang. Finally, I sprayed on some of my cherry blossom Bath and Body Works and decided on Light Blue by D&G. “So tell me, Landon, who is your employee, I mean, man of the month?” “Yasmin, are you jealous? I’m just keeping my options open. I’m too sexy to limit myself to one man, and I haven’t met anyone to make me want to commit. I like to be free and unattached. You know how I like them one minute, and then the next, they irritate me. I have no tolerance for foolishness.” “Foolishness? If your flavor of the month calls you to tell you he will be there at 12:00 and arrives at 12:30, you don’t want to be bothered anymore.” “That’s right. Nothing about me is inconsistent, and when I deal with someone, he needs to have his shit together. If he says he will be there at 12:00, he needs to be there at 12:00. Why? Because I took time out of my schedule to accommodate him. I could be spending my time with someone else who would appreciate me. When dealing with Landon, a guy should know I am número uno, top priority. I should not have to keep reiterating that. They have three chances and a list of rules.” Applying my MAC lip gloss and looking at her like she was crazy, I asked, “Three chances?” I wasn’t trying to get into the rules. I already know they are outrageous. “Yes, three chances. I’m not bad. The first time they violate my rules I give them a verbal warning. The second, I give him a written warning, and the third strike you are out the door. Life is too short to limit myself. There are plenty of other men in chocolate city to choose from.” “Whatever. Who are you dating, the guy Will?”
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“Yes, along with Eric.” “Who’s Eric?” Landon walked over and sat on bed. “Remember, he’s the guy that plays for the Washington Wizards.” “Oh, so you’re into sports this season. Which sport do you prefer, basketball or football?” “Right now, I’m loving both. It’s hard trying to juggle both, but that will be simplified soon.” I looked at Landon. “You are choosing one?” “What did I just tell you? I’m not settling. Well, you know Will is in the NFL, so he’ll be going to training camp soon. He’ll be tied up until February. And if Eric is still around, he has a verbal warning right now. In February, Eric will be doing his NBA stuff.” I shook my head. “You’re scandalous.” “Scandalous? I let Will and Eric know I am not looking for anything serious. I told them let’s just enjoy each other’s company and we’ll see where it goes.” “Alrighty then, Diva.” “Let me tell you about Will. He’s fine, as you know. He likes to party and is very spontaneous. Last weekend he called me up and told to pack a bag. Well, he took me to Vegas, and we gambled and sexed all night. His dick is average, eight inches, and is OK in thickness. The sex was just average, like him. He’s good to hang out with. However, if you want good sex, then you need a drink and some toys.” I laughed. “You ain’t right.” “Now, Eric’s a sweetheart. He’s very affectionate. He prefers to spend time at home. He’s a little too boring. I think he’s a bit of a mama’s boy. He must have been breastfed as a baby because he sure can suck some nipples and a clitoris. The sex is off the damn hook. I never knew I was capable of having so many orgasms. I’m getting chills just thinking about it. I think I’ll have to call him tonight. His flaw is trying to make me a housewife. That’s not happening.” “Don’t I know it.” I finished getting ready and checked the clock on my dresser to see it was 8:17 ready.
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Landon saw me. “Strike one and a big turnoff. This is your first date. That’s why we have phones. He could have at least picked up the phone.” I was not in the mood for a Landon tirade. My mind started racing. Did he get lost? Did he change his mind? Maybe this is a bad idea. Landon was saying something, but I didn’t hear, or want to hear, her. I wish she would shut up. I looked at the clock again. 8:23. Where is Braxton? Landon finally broke me out of my trance. “Yas!” “What?” I asked, annoyed. “Don’t get mad at me. I didn’t stand you up. You look too good to sit in the house. I say fuck him. Let’s go out and meet some men. It’s 8:24, and it’s his loss.” I know this is Landon’s way of making me feel better, but she’s annoying me. “I haven’t been stood up. He’s coming.” I think. Landon looked back at the clock. “At the tone the time will be 8:25 and ten seconds. Beep.” This chick is pushing it. A few more minutes passed before I heard the bell ring. I jumped up, racing to the door. Landon quickly jumped in front of me. “It’s about time. Let me handle this.” Before she opened the door, I said, “Be nice.” Landon opened the door, and there stood Braxton. I admit I was expecting to see another casual outfit. What I saw was contrast. He had on jeans, a white, white Air Force Ones, and a New York Yankees baseball cap. He was still sexy, and I did like the look, but again, I was expecting more. After one inhale of his cologne, Acqua Di Gio, though, I was turned on. Landon’s facial expression, however, said it all. She was not impressed. Her screwup face, an obvious giveaway. She stepped out of the way so he could come in. Once in and his back toward her, she held up her hand, put up two fingers, and mouthed, “Strike two.”
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I walked over to Braxton and could tell he was checking me out. From what I could see in his eyes, he liked what he saw. “Braxton, this is Landon, my best friend.” I gave Landon a stern look and mouthed again, “Be nice.” “Braxton, nice to meet you. I was just leaving so, Yas, I’ll catch up with you later.” She grabbed her things and headed out the door. Braxton turned to me. “I apologize. I lost track of time. Do you forgive me?” I smiled. “I will this time but don’t make it a habit.” “Have you waiting, Beautiful? Never.” “You had me waiting tonight.” Before he could respond my phone rang. The phone was right near where I was standing so I couldn’t ignore it. I excused myself. “Hello.” “I’m not feeling Braxton. First, he shows up late and what the fuck does he have on? Your attire is sexy yet classy. He’s thuggish. Tell him I’m your mother, something has come up, and you need to cancel. We can go meet some real men who can tell time and look good while they’re at it.” I hoped Braxton didn’t hear her. “Landon, I don’t see your earring. Well, I have to go. Talk to you later.” I hung up before she could protest. Braxton laughed. “What’s so funny?” I asked. “Is everything OK? Nothing has come up with your mother—I mean, Landon.” Damn, he heard. I guess my face showed my embarrassment because he stopped laughing. “I see Landon’s not feeling me, but I’m not concerned with her. I want to know if you’re feeling me.”   I didn’t know how to answer that. Was I feeling him? I’ve been dreaming and fantasying about him since the first time I saw him. Words are just words sometimes. I
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chose rather to show him. I looked him straight in the eye, walked up to him, moved my index finger to indicate I want him face-to-face. Then I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. Kissing Braxton was even better than I envisioned. His lips were so soft yet firm, lips moist not slobbering wet; perfect. I began sucking on his bottom lip, and he put his tongue in my mouth. I took mine, and we started a dance. This was so sweet. I felt his hands on my ass. It was no surprise when I felt his dick growing by the second, arousing me even more. Moving his hands from my ass, he made his way to the button on my pants. I was not giving it up that easy. I pulled away; using my thumb to wipe my lip gloss of his lips. Then I grabbed my purse, walked toward the door, and began reapplying my lip gloss. “Braxton, you never told me, where are we going? Oh, and I am feeling you.” He smiled. “I am definitely feeling you too, Beautiful.”

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  We pulled up to Dave & Buster’s in Braxton’s Black 745 LI BMW. There’s nothing like driving in the ultimate driving machine with the ultimate man. The car handled curves so well, and the way it accelerated definitely put it in a class of its own. I wondered how Braxton’s sexual performance compared. We didn’t really talk during the ride; the radio was the only conversation. I guess we were both thinking about the kiss. “I hope you don’t mind Dave & Buster’s. It’s been so hectic at work I wanted to have some fun,” he said. “No, not at all. I’m for it,” I lied. I really didn’t feel like games. I agreed with Landon. I looked too good to be in a game room. Braxton got out of the car and walked to the passenger side to open the door for me. We walked through
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a crowd. He grabbed my hand, escorting me to the front. He said something to the guy at the door, and we were in. Connections. Like Landon. Go figure. “Yasmin, what do you want to do?” “It doesn’t matter.” “Can you play pool?” “A little. I played sometimes in college for fun. But it’s been awhile. So don’t beat me too bad.” “I wouldn’t do that. I’ll make it easy on you.” We made our way to the pool room and were able to get a table. Braxton handed me a stick. “Do you need me to show you how to hold the stick?” Looking him in the eye, I replied, “I know how to handle a stick, but if you want, you can show me some tricks.” He walked up to me and took the stick. He showed me how to move it through my two fingers. “You think you can handle that?” he asked. I gave him a seductive look and licked my lips. “I can handle it. When holding the stick, should I move it nice and slow or hard and fast?” “Well, it depends,” he responded. “Depends?” I asked. “Yup, depends on what you’re trying to do.” “Well, I’ll just follow your lead.” He gave me the stick. “Let me see what type of skills you have. You break the balls.” “I have plenty of skills,” I said, giving him a wink. “I’m sure you do. I can’t wait to see all of them.” I then walked over to the pool table. Making sure he got a full view of my ass, I bent over to break the balls. I did well, managing to knock in three balls. “Not bad at all,” Braxton smiled. I tried to knock another ball in but didn’t have any luck. Braxton walked up to the table to take his shot. His back was turned so he didn’t see the guy that kept trying to slip me his number.
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I tried ignoring him, but he became more persistent. He got up and walked toward me. I moved before he could reach me. Braxton noticed my uneasiness. “Everything okay?” I played it off. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just trying to check out your skills.” I messed up his concentration because on the next shot he missed. I took my turn and knocked in a ball. My outfit must have been HOT because I now had a little crowd watching me. I knew it wasn’t because of my pool game. I bent over to make a shot. “Damn, baby girl, you look real good. Your aim is on point,” some guy said, chuckling. If looks could kill, Braxton would have done the guy in. The guy got the hint and immediately stopped the chuckle. Braxton walked up on me like he was trying to cover my body. I tried to continue playing like the outburst didn’t happen. On my next shot, I had to stretch to hit the ball. With my upper body stretched over the table, I showed more than a mouthful of breast. That was enough for Braxton. He walked up to me, grabbing me by the waist, kissed me on the back of the neck, and said, “Let’s go play some basketball.” He shouldn’t have kissed me there. Doesn’t he know that’s my spot? Immediately I thought of Erykah Badu’s song. I want somebody to walk up behind me and kiss me on my neck and Breathe on my neck. Been such a long time I forgot that I was fine I followed Braxton and watched while he made baskets. It looked like he was shooting off some steam. Actually, he was pretty good. Yes, his build was definitely athletic, but I never thought he could play. “Oh, so you got game. Not bad.”
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“I played in high school, and I still play now from time to time.” I walked closer to him. “I just realized I’m out with you and don’t know much about you other than your name and where you work. Tell me about yourself.” He stopped and looked at me. “I could say the same about you. What do you want to know?” “How old are you? How long have you been with BET? Any kids?” “I’m twenty-six, been with BET for three years. I have a bachelor’s and a master’s from Columbia, and I don’t have any kids. What about you?” “That’s right, you just had a birthday. I’m twentythree. I have a bachelor’s from College Park, as you know, and I don’t have any kids.” “Can you play basketball?” he asked. “No.” “Come here and let me show you how to shoot.” I walked over, and he got behind me. Enjoying the feel of his body against mine I only halfway listened, making three out of ten baskets. Finally, I gave up and told Braxton to finish. Braxton played another round while I went to the bathroom. After I used the restroom I noticed a motorcycle ride. It looked fun so I purchased some tokens. One ride turned into three. “I like how you handle that bike,” said a Shemar Moore look-alike. “Thank you,” I said getting off the bike. “I saw you earlier. I know that wasn’t your man. If he is, he’s a fool for letting you out of his sight. Call me.” He attempted to hand me his number. I shook my head no. Of course, when I looked up I saw Braxton heading my way. This was not looking good. Every time I try to get close some guy jumps in my face. I hope he realizes I’m not the one initiating. “What took you so long?” Braxton asked a little too authoritatively, but I let it slide.
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Shemar look-alike walked away mouthing, “I’ll holla at you later.” “After I left the bathroom I saw the motorcycle and took a ride. I lost track of time. I was just on my way to find you.” He looked at me like he didn’t believe me. I tried to lighten the mood. “So, what do you want to do now? I just bought some tokens. Show me some more of your skills. Help me play some games.” “Hmm, doesn’t seem like you’re having a hard time getting help,” he said, irritated. “I said I want you to show me.” “I can’t tell.” He walked away. “Are you coming?” I felt like Apollonia in Purple Rain, the scene where Prince gets jealous of Morris Day. At first the jealousy was cute, but now it was getting old. I followed Braxton. We played some games and got on some virtual reality ride. After a couple of games, Braxton’s sweetness returned. “Are you ready, Beautiful?” I’m beautiful again, I thought. “Yes.” “Are you hungry?” “Yes.” Braxton looked at his watch. “I didn’t realize it was so late. It’s 1:00 A.M. I don’t think anything is open.” “We’ll find something.” Braxton grabbed my hand, leading me out the door. Once outside I felt the humidity. “The weather has been terrible. It’s too hot and humid.” “You don’t like the heat?” Braxton asked. “No, do you?” “I don’t like wearing a lot of clothes, so I prefer the warm weather. You like it cold?” “Warm is one thing. Hot is another. But I do prefer the cold weather. It’s easier to deal with, and I like the feeling of being wrapped in my blankets.” “You like the feel of blankets?” he asked.
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“Well, maybe this year I’ll have someone to wrap up with,” I countered, surprising myself with my boldness. Braxton made me feel comfortable, plus, I wanted to make sure this is not our last encounter. We got in the car and rode around looking for somewhere to eat. The only thing open was a 24-hour diner. “I wanted to take you somewhere nicer, but I apologize, I lost track of time.” “I see telling time is not one of your better qualities,” I said. “I’m not looking good tonight.” He laughed. “I wouldn’t say all that.” “So are you enjoying yourself tonight, Yasmin?” “I am.” “I’m glad you are. Let’s go in and get something to eat.” We went into the diner and ate. We conversed, nothing too heavy, and he told me how he enjoyed working at BET and how one of the perks is getting concert and game tickets. I told him how I was enjoying my position at Legg Mason. Everything was going fine . . . until he went to the bathroom. “Baby girl, you look real good. I’ve been watching you since you came in here. And those eyes! Let me get your number so I can take you out,” the guy said. “I have someone,” I responded. The guy wasn’t bad looking. He was about 6 foot 2, light skin, medium build, and curly hair. But I wasn’t interested. “What your man got to do with me?” he said. “Look, I’m not interested.” “Baby girl, I bet he can’t make you cum like I can,” he challenged. “Well, I guess I’ll never find out. And really, I have no desire either.” “Is there a problem?” I looked up and saw Braxton standing there. “Nah, man, there’s no problem.” Mr. Talk Shit lost his nerve and walked away.
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“Yasmin, let’s go,” Braxton said with attitude. He placed some money on the table and walked to the door. Here we go again, I thought. I got into the car and remained silent, hoping he would calm down by time we got to my place. When we arrived Braxton was still upset. I took off my seat belt and faced him. “Thank you for taking me out. I enjoyed your company.” “Really, I can’t tell. Every time I turned around, you had some man in your face.” “I know we don’t know each other well, but I never initiated any of those incidents. When they did occur, I never encouraged it to go further. That’s not my style.” “Yeah, whatever.” I really liked Braxton and felt the chemistry, but I didn’t have the time to put up with his jealousy. “Braxton, have a good night.” I got out of the car and walked to my apartment. When I opened the door I noticed Braxton behind me. “Yasmin, can I come in?” “No.” “Yasmin, I apologize. I was out of line. Tonight hasn’t been one of my better moments.” “I agree.” I walked in leaving the door open for him to follow. Braxton closed the door and took a seat on the couch. “I see you are in high demand.” “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked, offended. “Calm down. I just see you attract a lot of guys. When I saw you at Dream, men were lusting after you, and even tonight. I don’t like to share. You’ll have someone fighting every night.” I took a seat opposite Braxton. “That’s not a typical night with me. You know how it is. When you’re by yourself no one approaches, but when you show interest in someone, everyone wants you. And who said anything about sharing?” “How long have you been single?” he asked. “Almost a year.”
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“Why so long? Why did you break the man’s heart?” he questioned. “I don’t know why I’ve been single so long. I was focusing on school and career. I didn’t break his heart. He had no ambition, and we were going in different directions. “What’s your story? Why are you single?” He thought about my question. “I never really have been in a relationship. I just date a lot.” The male version of Landon I thought. Go figure. “Never really have been in a relationship? What does that mean?” I asked. “Truthfully, I haven’t met anyone I wanted to get serious with. I dated the same person at the longest, three months. But it wasn’t exclusive.” “Braxton, when you say it wasn’t exclusive, was it a mutual decision or a decision only Braxton made?” He laughed. Kevin wasn’t lying when he said he was a lady’s man. “I plead the Fifth,” he stated. “You know you are wrong, but by taking the Fifth, you’ve answered my question,” I said. He got serious. “I admit it was a decision only I knew about.” “Braxton, I appreciate your honesty.” I looked at the clock. It was 3:02. “It’s late. I don’t want to keep you out too long.” Braxton laughed again. “Is this your way of politely putting me out?” I looked at him seriously. “Yes, you like to share the love. I’m not into having casual sex. I need more. You said you don’t like to share, and neither do I.” “Who said I want casual sex from you? I admit I’ve never been in a serious relationship. However, I definitely feel something with you. Are you still ready to put me out?” I laughed. “Yes. No, you can stay. So what do you want from me?”
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“Yasmin, I just want to get to know you. Let’s just see where that leads us.” “Okay. Would you like something to drink?” I asked, getting up and turning on the radio to 104.3. “No, come here and sit next to me,” he said. I sat down, crossing my legs. When Braxton put his arm around me, I snuggled closer. We sat there for a couple of minutes just listening to the music. The sexual tension was building, but I was dealing with it. That is . . . until Floetry. Once “Say Yes” was on, it was over. There is only one for me You have made that a possibility We could take that step to see I don’t know who started kissing whom, but it was on. I kept telling myself to stop, but it wasn’t working. Braxton lay me down on the couch, getting on top, still kissing me. This time he sucked on my bottom lip. I started rubbing my hands up and down his back. The kiss intensified more. He inserted his tongue in my mouth and began tickling my tongue. I put my tongue in his mouth, and he started sucking mine. Damn, I thought. With labored breathing I wondered what else he can suck so well. Braxton stopped kissing my lips, making his way down to my neck. When he started sucking on my neck I almost screamed. That’s my spot. I was thinking STOP! NO, DON’T STOP! This felt good. He placed light kisses down to my chest, on my chest. He had one arm around my neck and the other caressing my ass. My nipples were hard and begging him to suck. I couldn’t hold it any longer. The moaning started. He got up off the sofa, pulling me with him. I could see the bulge of his dick pressing against his clothes, and I was ready to jump on it. Braxton took off his T-shirt, exposing his six-pack. Just when I thought he couldn’t get any sexier, he proved me wrong. Yasmin, stop! You can’t give it up the first night. He told you he’s a freak.
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Braxton pulled down my tube top and took a step back to admire my 36 DDs. He licked his lips and came in. First, sucking my left nipple, next, my right, then he mashed them together, rotating his tongue to lustily lick them both. I started to rake my nails lightly up and down his back. “Yasmin, stop! You’re not into casual sex. You need more!” my conscience screamed. Braxton moved his hand to the back of my neck. “Ouoooooooooo,” I moaned. Fuck it. This feels too good. I’m not the first person to sleep with someone on the first date, and I won’t be the last. If he doesn’t call me afterward, I’ll get over it. I am, however, going to make it worth my while. “Hmm, Braxton, that feels so good.” I stopped raking my nails on his back, moving my hands to his stomach. I pushed him back a little, directing him to the chair. Once he was seated, I straddled him. I tilted his head back and began to lick the back of his ear, licking him all the way to his chest. When I reached his nipple, I began to tease it with my tongue. I could feel his dick jumping as I played. “Yasmin, damn, you got skills.” He shouldn’t have said that. I started sucking on his nipple, starting with just a little nibble, but then I took my teeth, adding a little pressure. Braxton must really like that because next thing I know, he was standing up with my legs wrapped around his waist. Lowering my legs to the floor, Braxton went straight for the button on my pants. He pulled them down, exposing my purple and gold thong. Braxton gave me a seductive look. He put his hands on my hips and began pulling my thong down. Once my thong was midway, he got on his knees and began nibbling on my navel, using his hands to remove the rest of my thong. Once it was off, he got up to retrieve his wallet, pulling out a condom. Braxton walked back over to me and began to kiss me once more.
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Continuing the kiss, I unbuckled his pants and allowed them to drop. His dick felt like it was aching to come out. So I took my hands and slid down his boxers. Once they were down, I took the opportunity peek at his dick. Mesmerized described me at this moment. He had the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen. It was long, thick, and caramel, just like him. His dick reminded me of the candy, Sugar Daddy. I remembered how you would put it in your mouth, immediately tasting the sweetness. How it would stick to the top of your mouth and you could suck it all day long and that’s just what I wanted to do to his dick. But first, I needed to feel him inside of me. I wanted him bad. All I needed was three pumps. I needed to feel him. Braxton was thinking the same thing. He quickly ripped the condom wrapper and slid it on. Then he pulled me close and began caressing my back. He moved back and sat in the chair. He wanted me to ride him. Hmm, was I up for the challenge! I was ready. His dick was calling my name. I looked and saw the condom stopped three-fourths of the way up. He was a big boy. At least nine and a half inches, and, boy, did he have width! Woo. Nervousness swept my body for about five seconds. I took one look at Braxton and knew I had to ride the pony. Wasting no more time, I straddled him. Pain is the first thing I felt. It was really tight, and at first, it was really difficult penetrating me. After a little rocking, though, he was in. I began to slowly rotate my hips. Braxton pumped. “Mmmmm, Braxton,” I moaned. I moved my hips up so that only one-fourth of his dick was in. Braxton pumped harder. “Yasmin, baaaaby.” I moved my pussy up again, this time contracting my vaginal muscles and pulling my pussy completely off his dick. Braxton still pumped. “Shit,” he said. He began to shake.
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What the fuck? Did I say three pumps? I meant three hundred. I know he did not cum. It’s been eight months for me. I don’t believe he’s a just a ten-second man. I knew he was too sexy and had to be flawed. I assumed the temper and punctuality, not the sex. Damn, Braxton, you sexy as hell, but I can’t mess with you. No wonder you’ve just been dating. No one can get serious with you with a dick game like this. Shit, did I say it’s been eight months and I’m horny as hell? Where are my toys? Got me all worked up. Play it cool, Yasmin. Don’t hurt his feelings. What I’m going to do is tell him that I feel sweaty and need to freshen up. I can take a shower, put the showerhead on hard pulse, and let it hit my clit, finish what he started and couldn’t finish. Yeah, that’ll work. I hope my facial expression doesn’t give me away. I stood up being extra careful not to pull the condom off. On my way to the bathroom, I turned off the radio. Turning around, I gave him my sincerest look. “Braxton, I’m a little sweaty. I’m going to take a shower and freshen up.” Braxton, in turn, stood up retrieving another condom. “I’m not done with you yet.” I looked at him, and then his dick to see it had risen for the occasion. He slipped on the condom and came behind me. Then he slowly entered me from behind. He started out real slow, bending me over my bathroom sink so I could see my face. “Don’t close your eyes. I want those pretty eyes of yours to see how good I fuck you.” Braxton then proceeded to fuck the shit out of me, speeding up his pace. I was looking at myself make some crazy faces, but I didn’t care. His dick belonged in my pussy. He was working it, and I was enjoying every minute. My hair, previously pinned up, was flying in all directions. Hairpins were falling out, and my hair now looked a disheveled mess.
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Braxton took one of his hands and pulled my hair back so he could see my face. He tilted my head back to get a better view. Once he was satisfied he began to tap my ass. “Oh shit!” I yelled. “You like that, Beautiful?” he asked. “Uh-huh,” I moaned. “I can’t hear you, Beautiful.” “Hell, yeah, I like that,” I moaned. He slapped my ass this time, causing me to arch my back. My kitty kat told me to purr. “Meow.” “You thought I couldn’t fuck, didn’t you? Thought I was out for the count. Nah, I wasn’t letting this pretty ass off that easy. I going to fuck you like you never have been fucked. How you like the feel of my dick now?” “It feels . . . damn, I love your dick!” I screamed. “Show me.” I started backing it up, squeezing my vaginal muscles around his dick. Next, I rotated my hips. He started pumping me like he was in a boxing match with my pussy. “Oh shit, Braxton, I . . . I . . .” My legs gave as I came. Braxton turned me around and lifted me up, putting my butt on the sink. My legs were positioned with one on each side of him. He entered me slowly, taking nice long strokes. Damn, did he have some Viagra and Red Bull stashed? Braxton started kissing my neck, making me immediately aroused again. We continued pleasing each other. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist. Once I did that, he was done. He began to shake. And I was too tired to move. Braxton looked at me and smiled. He picked me up, then carried me to my bedroom, gently laying me on the bed. After that, he climbed in bed with me, wrapping his arms tightly around me, making me instantly feel safe and secure. Five minutes later, I heard him snoring lightly in my ear. I
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5 Ready for Love


hen I woke up the next morning from the wild sexcapade, Braxton was there. In fact, his arms were still wrapped tightly around me, and it felt so good. We’ve been sexing and going out consistently for the last couple of weeks, but nothing was official, even now, the end of August. I admit I wondered if he was dating me exclusively or if he has someone on the side. But I doubted that because I see him at least four times a week and talk to him on the phone every day. But you never know. I wanted to ask him, but I learned a long time ago, don’t ask questions you can’t handle the answer to. So I left it alone. My cell phone rang as I was driving into work. It was Landon. “Hello,” I said. “Hey, Yasmin.” “What’s up, Diva?” “Nothing. I’m calling to see what you’re doing tonight. You’re not going to be with him, are you?” Landon was very jealous of Braxton. Often she throws slurs about him monopolizing my time and his “two strikes.” She has slacked up on him, though. I guess she realized I wasn’t paying her any mind. She’s only met him that one time. I keep telling her to give him a chance, but it falls on deaf ears. “No, Landon, I’m free. Do you want to go out?” “Yes, Kevin and I haven’t seen you in a while.” “Kevin too? When did you start hanging with him?” I asked. “I didn’t. I just ran into him this morning at my parents’ office. He asked about you. I told him I would call to see if you wanted to hook up,” Landon replied. W
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“That’s fine. Where do you want to go on a Thursday night?” I asked. “I’ll decide something later. I’ll be picking you up at 6:30.” “That’s fine, see you later.” After hanging up with Landon I walked into work and headed straight to my office. We got the BET account so today, Bob and I had a meeting there. Staying in professional mode with Braxton would be a challenge. I checked my appearance. This morning I carefully chose my outfit, deciding to keep it classic, settling on a Jones New York cream wraparound dress that stopped midcalf, cream slingback heels. Pearl earrings and necklace completed the outfit. The weather was a surprising sixtyeight degrees so I decided to let my hair down. Satisfied with my appearance, I began to gather my paperwork. “Good morning,” I looked up to see it was Greg. “Good morning, Greg.” He took my greeting as an invitation to come in. I was not in the mood. After countless rejections, Greg was still trying to hook up, but I was not having it. Braxton is sexing me quite lovely, thank you. “You look nice today, Yasmin. What are doing for lunch?” “Thank you, Greg. Bob and I have a meeting at BET.” “What about dinner?” he asked. “Busy,” I replied. Defeated, he responded, “So you’re still not going to give me a chance.” “Nope,” I said, giving him a serious look. “All right, you win. I’ll leave you alone . . . for now,” he said cockily. I rolled my eyes. “Good-bye, Greg.” Another typical morning. Greg still isn’t giving up. Thankfully, he only asks every couple of weeks now. Just when I was getting situated, Bob walked in.
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“Yasmin, are you just about ready to go to BET?” “Yes, I’m just going over everything to make sure it’s in order,” I said, gathering my things. On the way over to BET Bob and I made small talk. He complimented me about my work. He was impressed on how well I was adjusting to the position. He also talked about his family, the wife, kids, and the dog, telling me he wanted to spend more time with them. It wasn’t long before we were at BET, and I put on my best business face. No sooner than I did, Bob threw me a curveball. “Yasmin, I want you to conduct the meeting. I’ll observe. I know you can handle everything.” I kept the business face on, but inside, I was starting to have a panic attack. I calmed down a little once I reached the receptionist. “Good morning. I’m Yasmin Sinclair. This is Bob Rivers, and we’re here from Legg Mason.” “Yes, Ms. Sinclair, Mr. Rivers, they’re waiting for you inside the conference room,” the receptionist replied and led us to the room. They? I thought. I walked in to see Braxton sitting at the table along with another gentleman and a female. They all stood up. The gentleman was very handsome, about 6 foot 1, had dark chocolate skin, a bald head, with a muscular build. He looked to be about thirty. The woman was about 5 foot 7 with brown skin. She was all right looking. I automatically felt intimidated. Some type of woman’s intuition told me there is an attraction. Question is, whether it’s one-sided or two-. More importantly, did anyone act on it? I pushed my insecurities aside to walk up to the woman, made eye contact, and shook her hand. Next, I proceeded to the other gentleman. “Good morning. I’m Yasmin Sinclair, and this is Bob Rivers.” Last was Braxton. Braxton then took over and made the formal introductions, introducing the gentleman as Mr. Sean Daniels, and the woman as Lisa Stevens. Everyone took a seat, but I remained standing, handing out the packages I prepared. “On behalf of Legg
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Mason, I would like to thank you, BET, for entrusting us to handle your financial needs. I will make it my personal mission to ensure you receive nothing but quality service. Additionally, I have created a financial analysis of where I project BET to be in the next six to nine months. Finally, I have the list of companies I recommend we invest in.” “Excuse me, Ms. Sinclair,” Ms. Stevens interrupted. “Yes? Call me Yasmin, please.” “Yasmin, I’m concerned about a couple of the companies you have listed, particularly company XX.” I looked at Ms. Stevens. I had a feeling she was going to be difficult. “Ms. Stevens, XX is a new company. Right now, their stock is very reasonable. Their sales have been steady and have received nothing but rave reviews in the business journals. Actually, there’s an article about them in Forbes listed in your package.” I wanted to say, “Leave this to the professionals.” Ms. Stevens countered. “I did see the article, but this company has only been in business for five years. I would prefer a compare with more longevity.” Ping-Pong. The ball was now in my court. “That is true; however, the company sales have doubled each year since its existence. If we invest now while the stock is still reasonable, I’m confident we will have an ample profit.” I looked at the others. “Gentlemen, do you have any concerns about this or any other company?” Braxton and Mr. Daniels looked over the package. Mr. Daniels spoke up. “No, Yasmin. I’m sorry, may I call you Yasmin? Everything looks good.” He was looking at me like he wanted me. He tried to be inconspicuous, but Lisa, I mean, Ms. Stevens, caught him looking. So did Braxton, and he quickly straightened up. I don’t know if she was pissed about him not agreeing with her or him looking at me like he did, but the bitch was definitely pissed. “Yasmin is fine, Mr. Daniels.” “Call me, Sean,” he replied, smiling.
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“Well, Ms. Stevens, Sean, Braxton, if you don’t have any other questions regarding the investments I have chosen . . .” I paused to allow questions. There were none, “. . . then I would like to discuss the beginning date of the contract.” Ms. Stevens quickly spoke up. “I would like the investment contract with your company to begin October 1st.” I looked over at Bob. He gave me a look that said, “No way.” “Ms. Stevens, at Legg Mason, we strive for accuracy and, most importantly, customer satisfaction. However, the October 1st date is not feasible. We still need your employee database as well as payroll information. Our IT department is currently in the process of implementing a program compatible with yours. Additionally, we still need to set up a test run with your IT department to ensure everything runs smoothly. This will also give you time to update your database.” I looked over at Bob. He gave me a nod. I could see Ms. Stevens wasn’t pleased, but . . . oh well. She tried to challenge me, but she was defeated. I tried not to look at Braxton, but I could see a little smirk on his lips. “I concur with Yasmin, and you, Braxton?” Sean asked. “Yes, I agree,” Braxton stated. “Well, Ms. Stevens, gentlemen, I look forward to doing business with you. The sooner you can provide me with that information the better.” Ms. Stevens quickly excused herself and left the conference room without another word. Bob was making small talk with Braxton while I gathered my things. “Yasmin, I was very impressed today,” Sean commented. “Thank you,” I replied. Before he could initiate a conversation, Braxton was standing next to him. “Yasmin, it’s nice seeing you again,” he stated.
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I quickly excused myself. “Same to you. Gentlemen, I’ll be in touch.”

Bob and I headed back to the office. I was not even back five minutes before my phone rang. “Hello, this is Yasmin Sinclair.” “I’m going to have to ask you to stop coming to my office looking so good. I had a hard-on the entire meeting,” Braxton confessed. “Boy, please, I couldn’t tell,” I responded. “I’m not a boy.” “No, you definitely are not.” “I like your hair like that. You should wear it that way more often. How about you wear it like that tonight? I can pick you up at seven. You can spend the night with me.” Braxton was actually inviting me to his house. I knew where he lives but never have actually been inside. He would always go grab something while I waited in the car. I didn’t want to put any pressure on him, so I never asked why I’d never seen the inside. Usually, when we went out, we ended up back at my house. Could he be ready to take this relationship further? Yes, seven would work for me. Shit! I forgot I have to hook up with Landon. She will never let me hear the end of it if I cancel. “You’re inviting me to your place? You must really like my hair,” I said. “What’s that suppose to mean?” he asked. “Nothing. Just I’ve known you all this time, and I’ve never been inside.” “So does that mean you’re going to wear your hair down and stay with me tonight?” he asked. “I will wear my hair down tonight, but I can’t go out with you. I promised Landon that I would go with her tonight.” I left out Kevin because I knew how jealous he could get.
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He sighed sounding a little annoyed. “Landon, my number-one fan.” “Yeah, I haven’t hung out with her in a while. But I’ll take a rain check.” “We’ll see. Well, I have to get back to work. I’ll talk to you later, Beautiful.” Before I could respond he hung up.

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  I sat with Landon and Kevin in the Cheesecake Factory. After I got off work, I changed into a Michael Kors jean skirt that stopped midthigh, a white Michael Kors tank, and a pair of four-inch BCBG sandals. Landon wore a blue BCBGMAXAZRIA jersey dress, while Kevin had on a pair of khaki shorts with a green Polo shirt. “Yasmin, I see you’re getting a little bold,” Kevin stated. “What are you talking about, Kevin?” I asked. “Don’t get me wrong. You look real nice, but I’m not used to you dressing like that. You’re showing your navel. You’re generally more conservative.” Landon jumped in, “That’s because she’s getting dick on the regular.” I gave Landon a stern look. Kevin said he would stay out of my personal life, but I could tell he’s hurt. “So you are in a relationship?” he asked. “I don’t know about the relationship part, but she is giving up the bootie. Shocked me. I still can’t believe she gave it up on the first date,” Landon blabbed. “Landon, would you just shut up.” Setting her drink down, Landon replied, “Don’t get mad with me. We’re all adults. She’s hoping Braxton decides he wants to be in a relationship. They’re just ‘dating.’ I told her move on. She knows that’s not her style. Personally, I think she can do better, but I’ll keep that to myself. I will admit, though, I do like the change in your attire. It’s about time you showed off your body.” Kevin swallowed. “Braxton . . . huh?”
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Putting some of the attention on Landon I asked, “And how are the men in your life?”   “My men are fine, thank you. Will is gone to training camp so that leaves me Eric. Eric is too clingy. If he didn’t know how to give me multiple orgasms, he would be gone. So to put some distance there, I have a new friend. Tony. Tony is the COO of some company. He’s boring, but he loves to buy me gifts. The sex is boring, just like him. I’m currently looking for a replacement.” “If I knew taking you two out would be so entertaining, I would have done this a long time ago,” Kevin laughed. I took a drink. “You haven’t seen anything yet. She’s just warming up,” I laughed. Although irritating, Landon is fun to hang with. Landon’s cell phone rang. “It’s Tony. I’ll be back. I’m going to let him go tonight.” I held my drink up. “Do your thing, Landon.” Landon walked off, cell phone in hand. “Yasmin, I know I told you I would stay out of your business, but I care about you. Are you sure about Braxton?” “Kevin, I appreciate your concern, but I’m a big girl. So what’s going on with your love life?” “I’m dating one woman. I met her that night at Dream actually. Her name is Nicole. She works at Johns Hopkins in Baltimore,” Kevin said, smiling. “That’s good, Kevin. I’m happy for you. Good luck.” Our food arrived, and Landon was still MIA so we began to eat without her. When I looked up, I immediately lost my appetite. Braxton was being seated at a table nearby, and he had company. The woman was none other than the bitch, Lisa Stevens. Kevin noticed my mood change and followed my gaze. “You can do better.” I lied. “Kevin, I’m OK. We’re just dating, right?”
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I attempted to eat my meal, hoping he wouldn’t see me. However, I looked up and saw Braxton staring at me like he has an attitude, so I looked away. Who does he think he is? He gets mad because I couldn’t go out, so he takes her. Is she who’s supposed to replace me? I would have been upset to see him with any female, but Lisa Stevens! I was ready to go. Where are my keys? Damn, I didn’t drive. “I’m back. Did you miss me?” Landon sang. She sat down. Looking at me, she immediately picked up on my uneasiness. “Yasmin, what’s your problem, why are you looking all crazy? I told you I’d be back.” Trying to get my face together I replied, “I’m fine now that you’re back. How did things go with Tony?” Landon took a drink. “Well, Tony—Oh no, no, no. I know that is not Braxton sitting over there with that old homely looking bitch. Ugh. What the fuck does she have on? Does she think she’s cute? She needs to know she’s not. I know that bitch did not just look over here and roll her eyes at me. She’s mad that I’m hotter than she, not to mention fly. That lipstick doesn’t even go with her complexion, neither does the foundation. And she needs to shave her legs. Let’s not even go there with the hair. Yas, I told you to leave him alone when you first went out. First, he had the nerve to be late. Then he was dressed like a thug; took you to some Dave and Busters on a first date. What kind of shit is that? That should have told you he was nothing but games. But did you listen? No! You tried to play his game acting like dating was OK with you, knowing damn well it isn’t. Now you’re sitting here looking crazy. You need to start listening to me and stop falling in love.” “Landon, calm down,” Kevin said between his clenched teeth. “I’m talking to Yasmin, Kevin.” “Not now, Landon,” I pleaded. “You’re going to listen now. You know I love you, and I’m telling you some good shit. Leave his ass alone. He has that old homely looking Raggedy Ann with highlights. Look at her. Her outfit looks like it came from Dollar
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General. Shit, he could have at least picked someone that looked decent. I’ll hook you up with someone that looks better and has deeper pockets. I don’t like him anyway.” “Are you done?” Kevin asked. “Almost. I think I’ll go over there. The bitch rolled her eyes at me earlier,” Landon stated, as she stood up. “Landon, sit your ass down,” Kevin ordered. Rolling her eyes at Kevin, she sat down. “Diva does not take orders. She gives them. I’ll sit this time because I see Yas is upset. Besides, he’s not worth my time. Yas, if you want to go we can go.” “I appreciate your concern, but I’m fine.” I looked over at Braxton and saw him and his date laughing. I hate to admit it, but Landon is right. I wanted more from Braxton. The sex is off the chain, but I wanted more. I wanted a deeper connection. I had his body, but I wanted to be a part of his mind. I want to be his only. I didn’t even know anything about his family. Hell, I barely knew anything about him, other than when I came I saw the sun and the stars. Hurt I am. But at the end of the day, I put myself in this situation so I have to deal with it.   I got up. “Excuse me, guys. I’ll be back. I have to go the bathroom.” “You need me to go with you?” Landon asked. “I’ll be fine. Kevin, watch Landon. Make sure she stays in her seat.” “I’m twenty-three years old. I don’t need a babysitter. But while you’re up, Yas, give him a runway walk. You look good. Show that dummy what he lost.” I laughed and walked to the bathroom. Once there, I splashed cold water on my face to calm down. After a few minutes, I was able to get my face together. When I walked out I felt eyes on me. I looked up to see Braxton staring at me. I continued walking my runway strut, ignoring him. “That’s right, Yas, you’re listening now. You worked it. He watched you as you were leaving and coming back,” Landon said matter-of-factly.
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I ordered another drink and tried to finish my meal. Landon and Kevin were talking about work, but my mind was elsewhere. Just as I calmed down, I saw Braxton and Ms. Stevens approach the table. What’s he trying to do, rub it in? Landon was the first to speak. “Yes?” Braxton chuckled. “Hi, Landon, right? How are you?” He looked at Kevin and held his hand out. “You went to Central, right?” Kevin put his hand out to shake Braxton’s. “Yeah, hey, man, how you doing?” Landon gave Kevin the evil eye. “Braxton, who do you have with you?” “I apologize. This is my coworker, Lisa Stevens.” “Hello, Ms. Stevens, nice to meet you,” Kevin replied. “Call me Lisa, please.” Call me Lisa. Bitch! I see your ass is friendly to anything with a dick. “Nice to meet you also, Landon. I met you earlier, Yasmin,” she smirked. “It wasn’t nice to meet you either, Ms. Stevens,” I said to myself. Landon, never being one never to bite her tongue and always having my back, spoke. She pretended like she was whispering, but really wasn’t. “Lisa, your track is showing. You should try a short do. Some people just aren’t blessed with long natural hair like Yasmin.” Ms. Stevens gave Landon the fuck you look. It took everything in me not to laugh. “Well, I just came over to say hi. I’ll let you get back to your dinner. Yasmin, I’ll talk to you soon,” Braxton said giving me a wink. “What kind of shit is that, a wink? Did he think that was cute? Who does he think he is, Billy Dee Williams? I still don’t like him, and that Lisa—did you see that dead eye? She was scaring me,” Landon proclaimed.

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Twenty minutes passed when our waiter approached the table with a white rose and a note. “Ms. Sinclair, Mr. Simms requested I deliver this to you.” “Thank you,” I said, surprised. Once I read the note, to Landon’s dismay, I couldn’t hold back my smile.



Hey, Beautiful, I missed being with you tonight. Allow me to pleasure you tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at six. I look forward to seeing you. Braxton

P.S. I promise to be on time.


“Oh shit, she’s gone. She’s fallen for the Joker.” Landon had to get another one in.