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“I hear ya talking. Let’s just get through this first date and let that determine whether or not you get another one.”
“I can rock with that.”
Julius and I sat at the table and talked until the damn restaurant closed. He was easy to talk to and I really enjoyed getting to know more about him. Before we parted ways, he asked for permission to call me, and I gave in. I hated to admit it, but he was slowly bringing my guard down. Not enough for me to take him serious as far as a relationship goes but I didn’t have a problem with us being friends.
“We just got off the phone. Why are you calling me back?” I fussed, when I answered the call.
“Nigga.” He rasped. “I’m tryna make sure yo dark ass got through the gate.”
“Yesssss.” I snorted. “I’m pulling up now.”
“I’m on my way down.” He voiced before ending the call.
It had been two weeks since Julius and my first date. Outside of us texting here and there and one or two phone calls a day, both of us had been too busy to get together. At least we were but that changed today.
Class ended early for me, and I wanted to go to lunch and didn’t have anyone to go with, so I texted him to see if he was free. After confirming that he was, he wanted me to pull up at his condo so I could ride with him to the restaurant.
Whipping my car into the parking lot beside his Range Rover, I threw it in park and hopped out right as he was coming out of the building with his gym shorts hanging halfway down his ass. Julius was fine as hell, and I knew for a fact the girls was going to be all over him.
Hell, since he’d been signed to Majik Musik his lil name had picked up even more traction and was now in every girl’s mouth, and within reason. Julius was a few shades darker than hot caramel and his body was littered with tats. He stood about six feet even and had a gorgeous brown pair of bedroom eyes that would have any girl dropping her thong for him on que. His low-cut Caesar added to his sex appeal.
“Why you ain’t wait on me to get out here?” He fussed while walking over to my car.
“You said you was on the way.”
“Don’t do that again.” Wrapping his tatted arm around my back he pulled me into his chest. “What’s up beautiful? How was class?”
God, he smells amazing.“It was cool.”
“That’s what’s up. I still need to hop in the shower.”
“Julius.” I whined and stomped my feet. “You said you would have that done before I got here.”
“I know I know—in my defense though, I would’ve if my producer hadn’t hit me up.”
“You only get a pass ‘cause it’s work.”
Holding the door open for me he deduced. “I was gone get a pass even if it wasn’t my producer.”
“Whatever.”
When we made it back to his unit I sat down on the sofa while he went to go wash his ass. By the time he was done I was starving and had an attitude out of this world.
“I’m ‘bout to feed yo ass, Nariah.” Julius laughed as he whipped his truck in the parking lot of La Parilla. Grabbing my arms he untucked them and kissed my cheek.“That was my bad for real.”
“I hope you know I’m never going out on another date with you.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m not.”
“I bet you will.” Getting out of the truck he came around to my side. Instead of letting me get out he stood in between the door. “I heard everything you said Nariah and I’m trying to respect it. But I’m feeling you more than I want to and right now I should be focused on my music, but I can’t cause I’m trying my hardest to change your perception of shit.
All I’m asking is just one shot, Nariah. And if shit start going left, I’ll let you walk away with no issues. But you gotta be willing to give it an honest chance. That’s really all I’m looking for.”
Against my better judgement I relented. “One shot Julius and if you fuck up I’m done with you. You want a chance so I’mma give you that. I beg of you please, pretty please don’t prove me right.”
“I’m not.” He swore.