Ain’t shit funny. I’m serious as a heart attack, woman. I love your ass but you’re fast-tracking your way daily toward me being in love with you.
Caziya:
Mhm. Talk is cheap. Mister. I’m a woman who stands on actions. Show and prove. *winking emoji*
Me:
Say less. I’m gonna run home and pack a ho bag for me and an overnight bag for Kiki. Then we’ll be on your doorstep. *kissing emoji*
My eyes blink rapidly when I hit send and see the emoji at the end of the message because I have never sent a text thatincludes one. A low chuckle escapes my mouth at the knowledge that Caziya indeed has me moving out of character. Caziya better buckle up because once the last ounce of transition in the love department happens, she won’t be able to get rid of me. I can’t blame her fire pussy for my feelings either, because my strong attraction and developing love happened before then. Although, since I know how well my dick molds to her tight walls, it’s more of an incentive to take the in-love plunge. With my mind on Caziya’s body lying on my chest, I enter the dining room ready to consume dinner so Kiki and I can get out of here.
Zakai:
Just a quick good morning text to remind you of how amazing you are. Looking forward to this evening.
The textfrom Zakai has been like a whisper in my mind all day, and I have been in a euphoric bubble as a result. Zakai isn’t the only one in love’s chokehold, because so am I. The difference is that I’m already in love without an ounce of remaining feelings to cross through. But I’m scared to express my love for him because of the timing and my past trauma. It seems like when I love someone, something comes along to make me regret it. Then I start to question if I’m doing too much. Am I even worthyof love? I mean, if Rosetta didn’t think I was worth it, how can anyone else?
Now come on, Caziya. You’ve been doing good. Don’t let your mother’s hang-ups keep you from knowing that you deserve love in its purest form.
The chastisement rings in my mind, and I quickly wipe the lone tear sliding down my cheek. Today isn’t the day for self-loathing as I shake my hands and body loose of the counterproductive thoughts. When I have effectively gotten myself together, a thought occurs, and I pick up my phone to send a text.
Me:
I just realized that you didn’t give me any details on tonight’s date. The only thing I need to know is how I should dress. I don’t want to come to my door in a ball gown if you plan to take me bowling.
Zakai:
For tonight, please dress casually and comfortably. Tennis shoes, not heels, as we’ll be doing some walking.
My brows wrinkle, and my mouth twists as I attempt to analyze what we’re doing and where we’re going for tonight’s date night. My stomach grumbles which reminds me that I need to put something in it soon. I head to my walk-in closet and shift the hangers to find something cute and in line with Zakai’s dress code details. I look down at the clear bins where my shoes are before letting go of the hangers to select those first. I have just as many tennis shoes as I do heels, so my possibilities are endless.
“I know Zakai said to wear tennis shoes, but I really want to wear these.” I pull out the navy suede-like, thigh-high boots that catch my eye while perusing my selections.
I have a matching color top that rests slightly off the shoulder, which I can pair with a pair of classic jeans to complete the look. I’ll just have to pray that Zakai and I aren’t walking for long periods of time, because being cute and comfortable is the approach I’m taking tonight.
“Oh, wait. Maybe not,” I say when my eyes lock on the navy high-top Converse just after I grab the top and jeans. “Humph, maybe I can change this look entirely.” I put the top back when my mind lands on a navy vest.
A smile forms as I grab a white turtleneck to complement the vest, the look taking shape in my mind. Then I move to swap the jeans for a slightly darker denim pair that will also showcase my lower half more. Once I have my attire situated, I take everything and lay it out on my bed before I head to the bathroom to shower. Merriment fills me as I turn on the water and enter the tub as my mind returns to thoughts of my evening with my man.
“Ooh, I should mold my curls and put on my navy beanie,” I say as the water cascades down my thick frame.
It takes me no time to shower, brush my teeth for a second time today, and apply a light coating of lipstick, foundation, and eyeliner. I style my hair effortlessly before rushing to put on my clothes and shoes. Time must have gotten away from me because Zakai rings my doorbell only fifteen minutes after I’m done. With every step I take to my front door, exhilaration fills my body, and jitters fill me with anticipation knowing I’m seconds from laying eyes on Zakai. When I reach the door, I exhale before I unlock and pull it open, and an easy yet automatic smile slides into place when my eyes connect with Zakai.
“Damn. Who knew your pretty ass could make a simple outfit look so good. Nice kicks,” Zakai says before he pulls me into his frame.
“Thanks. I’m glad you approve. I was seconds away from wearing thigh-high boots before making a last-minute decision to put these shoes on. Is the beanie too much? You said comfortable.”
Zakai releases me, and heat fills my body when his eyes darken after giving me a once-over. A smirk upturns his suckable lips seconds before he speaks.
“Trust me, complaining is the last thing I want to do. You look fucking good, Ziya. Your thick ass thighs are gonna have my dick whimpering by the end of the night.”
A giggle escapes my mouth as I shake my head and take Zakai in for the first time since opening the door. Like me, Zakai is wearing jeans, but instead of navy blue, his shirt and tennis shoes are green. The diamond earrings in both ears glisten along with his thick and pristinely cut beard. Zakai’s smooth and deep hazelnut skin has me wondering what his skin routine is. His fade appears to have been recently cut, as the waves in his head have me temporarily distracted.
“I see I’m not the only one liking what they see, huh.” The question is rhetorical as our eyes connect, and warmth spreads across my chest.
“You are a sexy mothafucka, Zakai.” My words are breathy even to my ears as my pussy thumps and juices the longer I stare at this man.
“Come on before your tempting ass has me forgoing our plans.” Zakai’s tone is playful as he grabs my hand and places a kiss on it, and a shiver slides down my back.
