Page 10 of Seek & Destroy

“You know Marc keeps calling here for you. You better stop ignoring him before his ass starts doing pop ups.”

“He can pop if he wants and get popped. He knows I don’t play that.”

“Mm hmm. Well, the next time he calls, I’m going to act like I’m Chinese and don’t speak a lick of English.”

We both laughed as I heard a knock on the door.

“That’s him. How do I look?”

“Like you’re about to break many hearts tonight, darling.”

I smiled.

“Thanks, toots.”

Grabbing my red clutch, I walked to the door and opened it. I swear if I was the type of woman to believe in fairytales, Kwame Wiles would definitely be my knight in shining armor. He was so damn fine that I knew I had to really be careful around him. He had the potential to try to make me fall.

“Whoa. I almost told you to call the EMS. You almost stopped my heart, baby. You look beautiful,” he said, holding out his arms.

I smirked as I stepped into his embrace.

“Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

“Thank you, my love. Shall we?”

“Yes. See you later, Nia.”

“See ya! Make her fall in love, Kwame!” she yelled out behind us.

I wanted to yell back and tell her to shut the hell up, but I just shook my head and kept walking.

“I plan to,” he told her.

You could try, but it’ll never happen,I thought as we got inside of his Porsche and pulled away.

Arriving at The Music Hall,Kwame took my hand and led me inside. The jazzy club was a beautiful setting and had the best food and music. We got a table by the stage as the waitress came to take our drink orders.

“So, Ms. Esa, tell me about yourself,” Kwame said once the waitress walked away.

“What is it that you want to know?”

“Everything, but let’s start with your favorite color or colors.”

“Red and Black.”

“Really? Those are mine as well.”

“Stop lying,” I said, chuckling and sipping my water.

“No lie, and that’s one thing that I hate the most—a liar. I will always be honest with anyone that I choose to share space with, and I’d expect the same in return.”

I nodded as the waitress returned with our drinks.

“Well, I expect the same. So, tell me. Why are you single? I know you have money. I can tell you’re smart, and you’re definitely a sight for sore eyes. What’s wrong with you?”

He chuckled.

“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with me. I had someone, but it didn’t work out. My father is a judge, and my mother is a doctor. Somehow, one of my father’s friends thought that me marrying his daughter would get her to settle down and be more...wholesome, I guess. Also to create generational wealth for our families. It turns out that we had nothing in common, and she never stopped sleeping around on me, so I had to let her go.”

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