lightheaded.
“OMG was that not the cutest thing EVER? ? ? Jay, he is ADORABLE! And hot, and sweet and sexy, and if I were you, I’d pick the bedroom next to him just so you can dream about him next door!” Mackenzie had her hand on her throat and looked like she was in a heated dream.
“Kenzie! This is work! Remember work? That thing you’re going to have to do all by yourself while I’m gone! Aren’t you even a little bit peeved I’m going?”
“Of course I am peeved at you, dammit! You will so squander this opportunity you have been given, I know you! You’re living the dream, Jay! Five hot guys, totally unattached if the Internet can be believed, and you are there to ‘work.’ WhatEVER!” She stomped off cursing me under her breath so I made my escape.
But as I climbed the steps I panicked. “What the hell am I going to WEAR?”
I could hear Mackenzie laughing at me from down below. Brat!
My heart pounded in my chest. I wasn’t sure what affected me more, the decision I’d made...Or Devon. And he was definitely affecting me. I didn’t do well with guys when it wasn’t a joking around situation. I was never sure if they had the right idea about me. A tattooed chick makes some think “for a good time, call.” Shit, I even dated one guy that assumed because I had tattoos and some piercings I was into the BDSM lifestyle, which I’m NOT. Being controlled by a man goes completely against what I believe about relationships. I certainly didn’t mind a man who knew what he wanted and went for it, gods no! But when what he wants is a woman who will be led around, literally, on a leash, see ya later! So I’ve spent most of my potential dating years as “friend material.” Guys poured out their hearts to me on a constant basis about the one who got away, or the one who wanted someone else, or even the one who wouldn’t give them the time of day. I did my best to help them navigate the feminine mystique. Perhaps I wasn’t the best one to do that, because I never seemed to be able to get past a few dates, often with wrong-for-me kind of guys. So what did I know? What could I bring to the table? I wasn’t into games of any kind and had no tolerance for people who were.
I sighed and picked up the phone to call Sherry. I found two missed calls and messages, one from Sherry and one from Daryl.
“Hey dollface, just wanted to tell you how much the girls love seeing themselves on their daddy’s arm. Beautiful work, you did. Beautiful like you. I hope you help dem boys of mine. Marcus, Jade and Devon are my blood and the rest are like family, and you know what dat means. I put the fear of God into dem if they harm one sweet hair on your head. You call me if they do, now, y’hear? Call that Miss Jordan, now, Jay. This is good for you, too.”
For such a tough guy he sure could be sweet. It meant a lot to me that he was watching out for me and that he thought I could help “dem boys.” Boys seemed to be very fitting for them after their behavior earlier.
“Hello Miss Charles. No pressure, I just hadn’t heard from you and wanted to make sure you didn’t have any other questions for me. I also wanted to tell you that I have been authorized to pay you whatever you ask in order to get you to sign if money is the issue. The guys were specific, and I am quoting them, ‘This is priceless, Sherry! Work your magic!’ So this is me trying to work my magic. I’ll fly there and get on my knees if that’s what it takes. Call me, or I’m booking the flight!”
A weaker person would certainly take advantage of an offer for more money. More money wasn’t the issue for me, as they were already being generous. And I wasn’t even upset about my drawings becoming their property. Once I got the drawings out of my head I didn’t need them anymore.
Sherry picked up after the first ring. “Miss Charles? Jaylene? Is that you? Do I need to book a flight out there?”
I laughed at her
“OMG was that not the cutest thing EVER? ? ? Jay, he is ADORABLE! And hot, and sweet and sexy, and if I were you, I’d pick the bedroom next to him just so you can dream about him next door!” Mackenzie had her hand on her throat and looked like she was in a heated dream.
“Kenzie! This is work! Remember work? That thing you’re going to have to do all by yourself while I’m gone! Aren’t you even a little bit peeved I’m going?”
“Of course I am peeved at you, dammit! You will so squander this opportunity you have been given, I know you! You’re living the dream, Jay! Five hot guys, totally unattached if the Internet can be believed, and you are there to ‘work.’ WhatEVER!” She stomped off cursing me under her breath so I made my escape.
But as I climbed the steps I panicked. “What the hell am I going to WEAR?”
I could hear Mackenzie laughing at me from down below. Brat!
My heart pounded in my chest. I wasn’t sure what affected me more, the decision I’d made...Or Devon. And he was definitely affecting me. I didn’t do well with guys when it wasn’t a joking around situation. I was never sure if they had the right idea about me. A tattooed chick makes some think “for a good time, call.” Shit, I even dated one guy that assumed because I had tattoos and some piercings I was into the BDSM lifestyle, which I’m NOT. Being controlled by a man goes completely against what I believe about relationships. I certainly didn’t mind a man who knew what he wanted and went for it, gods no! But when what he wants is a woman who will be led around, literally, on a leash, see ya later! So I’ve spent most of my potential dating years as “friend material.” Guys poured out their hearts to me on a constant basis about the one who got away, or the one who wanted someone else, or even the one who wouldn’t give them the time of day. I did my best to help them navigate the feminine mystique. Perhaps I wasn’t the best one to do that, because I never seemed to be able to get past a few dates, often with wrong-for-me kind of guys. So what did I know? What could I bring to the table? I wasn’t into games of any kind and had no tolerance for people who were.
I sighed and picked up the phone to call Sherry. I found two missed calls and messages, one from Sherry and one from Daryl.
“Hey dollface, just wanted to tell you how much the girls love seeing themselves on their daddy’s arm. Beautiful work, you did. Beautiful like you. I hope you help dem boys of mine. Marcus, Jade and Devon are my blood and the rest are like family, and you know what dat means. I put the fear of God into dem if they harm one sweet hair on your head. You call me if they do, now, y’hear? Call that Miss Jordan, now, Jay. This is good for you, too.”
For such a tough guy he sure could be sweet. It meant a lot to me that he was watching out for me and that he thought I could help “dem boys.” Boys seemed to be very fitting for them after their behavior earlier.
“Hello Miss Charles. No pressure, I just hadn’t heard from you and wanted to make sure you didn’t have any other questions for me. I also wanted to tell you that I have been authorized to pay you whatever you ask in order to get you to sign if money is the issue. The guys were specific, and I am quoting them, ‘This is priceless, Sherry! Work your magic!’ So this is me trying to work my magic. I’ll fly there and get on my knees if that’s what it takes. Call me, or I’m booking the flight!”
A weaker person would certainly take advantage of an offer for more money. More money wasn’t the issue for me, as they were already being generous. And I wasn’t even upset about my drawings becoming their property. Once I got the drawings out of my head I didn’t need them anymore.
Sherry picked up after the first ring. “Miss Charles? Jaylene? Is that you? Do I need to book a flight out there?”
I laughed at her
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