Page 7 of Same Girl
I chuckled and shook my head. “Nobody’s ever accused me of beating a woman. Never gave ’em a reason to.”
She shrugged. “Just a figure of speech.”
“I’m not interested in previous women. Only you.”
“We’ll see.” She replied in a challenging way as she led me to her front door.
I loved a challenge.
“You’re kidding me. You’ve never been to a sporting event before?”
“I was never interested in one enough to take myself.”
“What about your exes?”
She rolled her eyes. “There haven’t been enough of them, and the few there were, they weren’t very interested in taking me anyplace.”
“Why not? You’re a baddie, ma.”
“Thank you, and I appreciate you saying that, but that hasn’t always been the case.”
“I find it hard to believe, no matter what you looked like. But let me ask you this. Is that why you’re so dedicated to working out?”
“Yes.”
“Whatever you do, do it for you and nobody else, baby girl.”
“Thank you for that. Where are you taking me?” she asked as we left the sports arena. I had taken her to see a basketball game tonight, and our team, the Cherokee Raptors, won.
“The second surprise for the night.”
“Where?”
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, now would it?”
She sighed and pouted.
“I hope it’s not to a restaurant, because I am so full on all that food that we just ate.”
“You’re not about to trick it out of me, li’l mama.” I grabbed her hand and looked both ways before we jogged across the street.
“Now, I’m getting scared,” she stated as we walked behind a skyscraper and down the block. “Why couldn’t we drive to where we’re going?”
“Because we had prime parking at the stadium, and we’re only going a block away from where we parked.”
“It’s dark out here. What if someone jumps us?”
“I wish a nigga would come after us while I’m with my girl,” I stated and pulled her against me. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder.
She giggled. “Oh, I’m your girl now?”
“Fa’sho.”
“You didn’t even ask me, Fyve.” Her tone was light, but she was serious.
I led her to the spot I wanted to show her. Some steps led up to a high wall. We climbed the steps, and I sat down on the wall before reaching for her hand. She gave it to me, and I pulled her down onto my lap. Wrapping Mya in my embrace, I rested my chin on her shoulder.
“Mya Harrison, I don’t wanna play games with you. You’re my girl. This is our fourth date. Ain’t no way you’re not gonna be mine.”
