So Gone - By Jennifer Luckett Page 0,43

phone up,” he teased.

“I’m one hundred percent single, so I won’t be having that problem,” I assured him.

“I’m just joking. Be sweet and text me when you get home, so I can come over and handle that job.”

“Okay. Sounds like a plan. Talk to you later,” I shouted over the loud sounds of the equipment in the background.

Mere seconds after hanging up from Rocco, I received a call from a number that I did not recognize.This better not be one of Blunt’s side bitches calling me with some bullshit because I am not in the mood for the extra today, I was thinking as I took the call.

The caller turned out to be Vincent, Leesha's friend from work. We went through the preliminaries, and then he asked if it was cool if he came by to visit me when he came to Atlanta.

“We'll have to see,” I hedged.

He pushed onward to a new topic, and everything was going smoothly until he asked if I wore thongs. Coming from a relative stranger the question wasn't just inappropriate, it was downright disrespectful.

“Do you really want to know,” I asked in a sultry tone.

“Hell yeah.”

“Well, ask your mama!” Click.

Leesha cracked up when I called and told her about it. “Sorry, Girl. Damn, I thought Vincent was smoother than that,” she apologized.

“Not,” I reiterated.

I hung up the phone and hoped that my dinner date with Rocco wouldn't turn out anything like the phone call with Leesha's friend had.

Looking Delicious

Molaysia

Rocco came over shortly after I texted him to let him know that I was at home. He wasted no time replacing the light fixture and changing the locks. I insisted that he let me pay him for the work, but he simply would not accept pay.

“Accompanying me to dinner is pay enough,” he stood firm.

I smiled up at him, appreciative of his generosity. “Thank you again, kind Sir,” I said as I walked him to the door.

He strolled over to his place to get cleaned up and dressed while I dallied to the shower to do the same.

When Rocco arrived to take me out to dinner, I opened the door confident in my appearance. My hair was swept up off my shoulders in a bun. My black Ann Taylor mini skirt hugged the contours of my hips, and my silver backless top was sexy without being overly revealing. A pair of three inch open toe, black and gray satin stilettos completed the ensemble. The flowered fragrance of Coach’s Poppy hovered over my physique.

Rocco smiled at me approvingly. He wore black Armani slacks, a silver button up shirt, and some square toe casual Prada shoes. His muscular body looked hot and tempting underneath his gear.

The last time I was at church, the minister told the congregation that a blessing was coming our way. I think I had found mine. I stepped outside and followed him to a milky-white four door Mercedes Benz G Class SUV. He opened my door like a gentleman, something Blunt hadn't done since our courting days. I pinched myself to be sure that I wasn’t dreaming.

Not far from the house, Rocco pulled into a BP gas station to gas up. I got out of the car and sashayed into the store for a pack of gum. Chewing gum always seemed to relax me when I was nervous.

I slung my hips from side to side as I walked around the car to ask Rocco if I could get him anything while I was in the store.

“Naw. I’m good, Molaysia,” he stated while pumping his gas and staring at my ass at the same time.

I turned back around and opened the door to the store. The older Arab at the checkout counter gave me a wide smile and spoke. I returned his greeting with, “Hello.”

I walked over to the section with the gum and grabbed a pack. As I stood in line behind five other customers, Devin walked into the store with some chick who I didn’t recognize. I sat my anger towards his dad aside. “Hey, Devin,” I spoke and gave him half a smile.

“Hey,” he spoke back with his li’l bad butt. He went straight towards the candy aisle and was grabbing all kinds of candy. He and the female were soon behind me in the line.

I turned to Devin and asked, “How have you been doing, Baby?”

“I’m aight. This my daddy girlfriend, Mika, and we live with her now. I don’t live with my mama no more,” he blurted.

I gazed at