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Zimyra: I’m busy

Axel: you still have your nephew?

Zimyra: no. I told you I’m out.

Axel: then what’s the problem?

Zimyra: You! You’re the problem.

Axel: stop laughing.

Zimyra: how did you know I was laughing?

Axel: I’m good at reading people

Zimyra: even through text messaging?

Axel: yep

Zimyra: Is that right?

Axel: it is…now I would appreciate it if you let me pick you up so you can show me around your city.

Zimyra: . . .

Now she’s typing and erasing. Typing and erasing. I got her going. That’s exactly what I wanted. When my phone rings, I seeBoss Ladypop up on the screen. A smile instantly comes to my face. Like all other women, she can’t resist me. The charisma and charm I possess are unmatched. I always get what I want.

Always.

I answer, “Got tired of typing, huh?”

“I’m a straightforward person, Axel. I don’t need to hide behind text messages.”

“Neither do I. It’s convenient.”

“True.” She hums a song. I hear noise in the background – music, people, laughing. She says, “I was trying to tell you I wasn’t home. I’m already out.”

“Out where?”

“I’m at The Promenade. My friend was supposed to meet me out here, but something came up. You’re welcome to join me if you would like. I can show you around the place.”

“That’s what’s up. Text me the address.”

“Oh, just typeThe Promenadein your GPS. It’ll take you to the front entrance. I’ll be waiting near the big, pink neon sign.”

“Okay. I’ll see you in a few.”

I hang up the phone and rush to the closet. I don’t know why I’m so excited to go out with her. Maybe it’s because I haven’t had a chance to chill and go out since I’ve been down here. I throw on a black fitted cap, a pair of jeans, a dark blue shirt and a pair of black Nikes. I grab my keys and head to the elevators.

CHAPTER 14

The moment I see Axelwalking toward me is the moment I regret telling him to meet me out here. The walk is sick. The bearded face is sick. The swag is sick. The outfit is simple, yet it looks so fly on his tall stature and athletic body. His hazel eyes look low and piercing beneath that cap. The whole look is giving everything it’s supposed to give.

My goodness. I can’t break my trance with him. Doing so would make my eyes upset. That’s just how fine he is.

“What’s up?” he asks as he approaches me.

“Nothing. Just standing here waiting for you.”

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