"It does."
The line was silent for a while until he spoke up. "Yo homegirl," he answered. "She was still in the club after you left. She ain't let it go easy though. I fought tooth and nail for that shit. She made me cough up a band for it."
I giggled hearing the last part. "That sounds like some shit Nya would do. You were pretty desperate."
"I wanted you to know that I'm serious about this."
My brows hiked. "This?" I repeated.
"Did I stutter?" He replied smartly.
"Why are you trying so hard? We both know we're no good for each other. We're in the same playing field and I'm not giving up my content without a wedding ring, because you have a jealous streak," I spoke.
"I ain't trying hard yet. I can go deeper, Sia. I been wanting you. I been feening for you," Dose retorted.
With a smirk on my face and the phone to my ear, I responded. "You don't know me."
"Let me get to know you. That's what I want. I thought I made myself clear."
"How would this ever work?"
"Ain't you human?"
"What are you getting at?" I rambled, question after question.
"Humans date with the intention of it going somewhere and getting to know each other is part of the process. Sia you claim to know me from the shit I post and the other shit, but you can't judge a nigga based off that. If I fuck up, tell me and let me fix it."
"And then what?"
"Then we move on. You hard as hell on a nigga, man."
"I just don't have time for the fuck shit."
"You said you like impromptu roses the other night right? I went the extra mile and got your location from your homegirl. That's a start. Let me show you a dose of me and we can figure the hard part out later."
"It won't be that easy, Dose. I ain't a barefoot ratchet-ass bitch. I'm really out here having my way."
"I hear you."
I shrugged like he could see me. "I'm letting you know."
"I hear you. You ain't doing nothin' but saying the same shit over and over, love. You busy tomorrow?"
"No, why?"
"Come hang out with me."
"I'm still mad that you fucked up my chances of getting an autograph from KC."
"Yeah you fanned the fuck out fa' sho'," he stated getting another giggle out of me. "I can get you an autograph, a T-shirt, free concert tickets or whatever. Come pull up and see me at the dungeon,” he mentioned, changing the subject.
"Hmm, I'll think about it," I said, not even giving it a chance. I heard about his father’s sex club and I never thought twice about going. "I've seen you in action before.”
"Do you like it?"
"It's nice," I simmered him down from his high horse.
"I want to see you," he muttered. It was like a desperate plea.
