Skye laughed. “That wouldn’t have done anything but let your son know you’re a ho and give you something to clean up.”
“I need to find another best friend because your ass ain’t working out.”
“You love me too much to replace me. I can’t tell you if he set you up or not, but you’re right on the money about Knox. That nigga can eat!”
“Girl! After the fake introduction, I didn’t hear from him again until they were leaving. He was literally eating the whole time.”
“He wasn’t shy at the mixer either. He filled his plate at least four times before we left. One of the many reasons why men annoy me because he should be a butterball with the way he was eating, but from what I could tell, he’s built like a Greek god.”
“It’s clearly hereditary because Kilo’s body is a work of art.”
I bit my bottom lip as my mind flashed back to when he stood in front of me and undressed. He oozed confidence, and he had every reason to. The way his thick, veiny dick stood at attention when he pushed his pants down. The thought of him stretching me wider than any man ever had made me shift in my seat.
“Umm, do I need to be concerned about a wet spot when you get up?” Skye teased when she caught me zoning out.
I smacked my lips. “Shut up, heffa.”
“I’m just saying. You’re over there daydreaming about that man’s dick, squirming on my couch, trying to calm that neglected pussy down. If I were you, I’d get his number from Nyeem, have him meet you at the same hotel, in the same room, and reenact the whole night.”
It was tempting, but Kilo would never get another whiff of this pussy. Unfortunately, he’d proven himself untrustworthy.
“I’ll have to hang on to the memories of the night we shared because the possibility of us hooking up again is nonexistent.”
“I don’t think you should rule out the possibility until you prove he set you up,” she countered.
“I have all the proof I need.”
Three times a week, I worked out on the BEU track, but admittedly, I’d been slacking for the past month because I’d been feeling sluggish. I began running competitively when I was six years old, and thirty years later, although I no longer competed, running was still a big part of my life.
The track was where I went to clear my head, where I went to think things through, and where I went to let off steam. Sometimes I ran a few miles, sometimes I did sprint intervals, and sometimes I did drills and calisthenics. Whatever I chose to do, I felt a hundred pounds lighter by the time my workout was over.
Today, I forced myself to get back into my routine. Everything was going well until I saw Kilo walking toward me as I stretched in the end zone of the football field. The thought of running into him had crossed my mind, but I pushed it to the back of my head and got my workout done.
“I come in peace,” he said, holding his hands up in surrender.
“You got my son. What do you want now?”
“Damn, baby. Good morning to you, too, but to answer your question, I want you.”
I sighed because the Lord didn’t have to make this man so fine.
“Good morning, Kilo. Is there something else I can help you with, because you can’t have me?”
He sat across from me, and my legs were wide open as I stretched. I watched his eyes zero in on my sweaty crotch and was grateful I’d decided to wear black spandex this morning. He opened his legs and began to mimic my movements.
“Can we start over?”
After talking to Skye about my suspicions, she convinced me to let it go and be cordial. I honestly had no reason to interact with him, but since we both worked for the university, there was a possibility we could cross paths.
“If you’re asking me to forget you set me up?—”
“Baby, I swear to God, I didn’t set you up. I had no idea Nyeem was your son.”
I quickly got on my feet and headed toward my duffel bag, shouting as I walked away, “That’s a lie, Kilo. You saw us together atSoulful Diner, and?—”
He came after me and grabbed my arm to stop me from walking away.
“I barely noticed who you were with because I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
