The back door opened, and my eyes darted toward the door. Melody stepped inside looking around.
“Ryan didn’t tell you no one could come in?” I asked.
“Um yes, but my sister is in here. I had to make sure you weren’t doing anything to her.”
With a frown, I recoiled. “What the hell would I be doing to her?”
“I don’t know. Shit, half the time you act like the Boogeyman.”
With a giggle, Rhapsody stood, and my manhood stirred. “He’s been very nice.”
With raised brows, Melody looked from Rhapsody to me. “Ohhh you like her? She’s single.” Melody trained her gaze back on Rhapsody. “Give him your number.”
“Oh my freakin’ gosh,” Rhapsody groaned and walked toward the door.
As Melody followed her, I chuckled my damn self. If it was meant for me and Ms. Rhapsody to cross paths again, we would.
Chapter Three
RHAPSODY
Bendingover with my hands resting on my knees, I struggled to catch my breath while feeling like I had to throw up. The bad thing was, I was only twenty minutes into a forty-five-minute workout. The session was brutal. My trainer stood patiently while I tried to catch my breath. After about thirty minutes, he clapped his hands lightly.
“You got this, Rhapsody. Come on, let’s get to it.”
Straightening up, I waited for him to demonstrate the move that we were going to do next. His idea of a warmup had been ten minutes on the stair master. The fact that I had signed up to work out with him three times a week almost had me in tears. I didn’t think I was going to make it. A gorgeous woman with a fat ass and tiny waist sauntered by, and I thought about why I was torturing myself. I had body goals, and I wanted to meet them. No pain no gain. With every passing minute I thought I was going to die. When we were finally done, I wanted to kiss the ground. Never in life had I been so grateful for something to come to an end.
I thought I was delirious and tripping when I saw Blaze approach my trainer and give him dap. He looked over at me with a slight smirk on his face.
“We meet again.”
Blaze was so fine it was sickening. I didn’t know how tall he was, but he was at least six feet. He had a muscular physique that made me have the most impure thoughts. His muscles were wrapped in flawless milk chocolate. Blaze’s hair was cut very low and tapered on the sides. He had a full beard and full lips that made my yoni contract if I stared at them for too long. He was gorgeous and had a beautiful home. It was safe to say he had money. Blaze appeared to be the perfect package.
“Hopefully, it’s not my last day on earth,” I panted making my trainer laugh.
“You did good. Give it another week or so you’ll be a pro.”
Joel said his goodbyes leaving me standing with Blaze. Awkwardly, I shifted my weight from one leg to the other. Noticing that he was wearing jeans, I assumed he was either done working out or hadn’t started. “You about to start your workout or you finishing up?”
“Neither. I was in the office. I own this gym.”
I didn’t attempt to hide the fact that I was impressed. “Oh wow, that’s what’s up.” I loved to see a black man doing his thing. Another cool point for Blaze.
His eyes bore into mine and suddenly, I was nervous.
“I know you’re fresh out of a relationship, but I feel like I keep running into you for a reason. You want to meet up for drinks tomorrow evening?”
Never in my life had I thought I was ugly. Even with the extra weight gain, I didn’t think I wasn’t attractive. I just didn’t feel sexy. But having a man as handsome as Blaze shooting his shot had me stunned. Even at his house when he said there was nothing wrong with my body, I felt like he was just gassing me.
“That would be cool, if I wasn’t on a diet. I’m really trying to lose weight, and Joel said no alcohol.”
Blaze’s head bobbed. “I can dig it. What about we go to a smoothie spot?”
“That sounds better. Sure.”
Blaze pulled his phone from his pocket, and I gave him my number. The first step I took when we parted ways made me wince. My body was sore already. Every time I thought about all the foods I had to give up and the vigorous workouts, I contemplated just going to get lipo. When I finally made it to the car, I rested my head against the seat and closed my eyes. Exhausted didn’t even describe how I felt. I remained in that position for at least ten minutes before starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.
As I drove, I thought about the fact that I had been single for less than a week, and I already had a date lined up. Jeremiah was going crazy because he didn’t know how I knew that not only did he cheat on me, but I knew what he’d said about me. After I said what I had to say to him at the cookout I refused to answer the phone for him anymore or read his text messages. As soon as texts came through, I deleted them. Every morning when I woke up, an immense amount of grief tightened my chest and made me feel like someone had died.
