One night with Steve showed me a lot. My future man had to have Proctor’s qualities: dominant, fine, built right, rich, and generous with his pockets. Not just one, and a couple of the others.
I headed downstairs and decided to grab breakfast from one of the cafes in the dining court before going home. My stomach was growling something serious since I hadn't eaten since earlier yesterday.
“What can I get for you today, ma’am?” The waitress asked after I seated myself.
“I’ll try the Colorado Omelette combo, and can I substitute the waffle for a pancake?”
“Of course. Chocolate chip?”
“No, way too sweet. Just a regular pancake will be fine.”
“Okay, got it. Your order will be right out, ma'am.”
While I waited, I scrolled through my phone and checked Ari’s location. When I told her I was leaving with Steve last night, she didn't pass judgment because she knew where she wanted to go. So of course, I'm sure she is now at Proctor’s condo, exactly where I figured she would be when I left her at theclub with him last night. I smacked my lips because she always claimed she kept it real, but she hid the parts that didn’t make her look so real.
When my phone rang, I saw it wasSteve Rice,andI hesitated before answering because I did sneak out without a proper goodbye.
“Hello?” I answered with an attitude.
“Damn, shorty,” he yawned. “You bounced before I could even say good morning to your ass. Why you leave like that?”
“I had somewhere to be. You weren’t waking up anytime soon anyway.”
“Well, I’m up now, but look, I was calling you because you left before I could give you a Plan B pill.”
“A Plan B? For what? We used protection, didn’t we?”
“We started with it, and then I asked you if I could take it off, and you said yeah. So, I did my thing, and you did yours, which had a nigga busting like crazy.”
He sounded like he was reminiscing about an experience he and I definitely did not share.
“Why didn’t you pull out?”
“I’m not good at pulling out. The only thing I pull out of efficiently is a driveway.”
“Wow.”
“Don't trip, I keep a Plan B pill in my suitcases for that very reason. So come back and get one, or I can send you the money to just grab one from the store.”
“No, you don’t have to do any of that. I’ll handle it myself. You've done enough.”
I hung up in his face, pissed as hell. I was sitting there staring at the table when the thought hit me. If he actually did get me pregnant, then I might’ve just hit the jackpot. I wouldn’t have to be with his ass to get his riches. All I’d have to do is push out a baby with some super-athletic genes and reap the benefits of child support without ever having to deal with that weak-ass dick again. At the end of the day, I still had until tonight to take a Plan B and really think about it, but right now I was starting to feel like my trip over there really hadn’t been that bad after all. A rich baby daddy is better than a rich boyfriend any day.
My food came out hot and fresh, and it was actually good, so I tore it up quickly, though I had a lot of shit on my mind. After I scraped my plate and paid, I called an Uber, and by the time I got to the pickup spot, he was already waiting outside. I couldn’t even lie; the ride went by fast as hell because I nodded off a few times on the way back to our hotel suite. It wasn't until I heard,
“Ma’am, ma’am, you’re at your spot,” that I woke up with drool coming out the side of my mouth.
When I stepped out of the Uber, I walked inside with a scowl on my face. It was too bright and too early for people to be walking around having full conversations like it was the middle of the day. I was ready to be knocked out again as soon as I got upstairs to Cyn’s place.
“Excuse me, ma’am.”
I kept walking.
“Ma’am.”
Nope.
“Excuse me, ma’am, stop for a minute.”
