Page 14 of Fiancé for Hire

Jet mentioning Montez being at work had Drevon thinking about Antika. She had definitely left an impression on him earlier at lunch, and he was looking forward to seeing her again. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t be until next Saturday at her friend’s birthday party.

“These fights better be good tonight, because I could’ve gotten into something else. You know what I’m saying?” Jet asked with a smirk.

Drevon chuckled. He could imagine what his friend was saying, and it probably had something to do with women.

Jet and Montez were players and would probably never settle down. Actually, despite all of them being in their mid-thirties, none of them were ready to give up their bachelor cards.

Including Drevon.

Jet snapped his fingers. “That reminds me, I need to make a phone call.” He pulled out his cell and headed to the living room.

While he did that, Drevon did something he’d been thinking about doing. He shot off a text to Antika.

Drevon:This is Dre. I have questions.

He smiled as he sent the text. He had considered asking her out for coffeetomorrow but decided against it. He’d wait until next Saturday to see her, but in the meantime, he’d inundate her with text messages, and maybe a phone call or two in an effort to get to know her better.

His phone pinged with a text message. Glancing at the screen, he read it, then started laughing.

Antika:Sounds like a personal problem to me.She added a laughing emoji.

Ahh, a sense of humor. Nice.

He noticed her humor a little during lunch, but for the most part, her nerves seemed to get the best of her. He had a feeling there was more to the former basketball player than what he saw earlier.

Drevon:I see you have jokes. What’s your favorite dessert?

Antika:Red velvet cake. Yours?

Drevon:Red velvet ice cream.

Antika:I’m not much of an ice cream person, but at least you have good taste in flavor. What’s the weirdest thing in your closet?

Drevon’s smile dropped as he thought about the question. He didn’t have anything weird, but now he was wondering what type of crap she had in her closet.Maybe sex toys. Nah, she seemed a little too vanilla for something like that.

Unable to think of anything else, he told her about the socks that his niece and nephew sent him with a picture of their faces on them. She responded back immediately.

Antika:WRONG! That’s not the weirdest thing in your closet. It’s that hideous outfit you had on the first time we met. Give it to Goodwill. Better yet, burn it! Wouldn’t want anyone else walking around in that matchy-matchy set. Burn it!

Drevon’s mouth dropped open, then he fell out laughing. He laughed so hard that Jet hurried into the kitchen.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked. That only made Drevon laugh harder.

His friend rolled his eyes and went back to eating his brat.

Drevon struggled to stop laughing as he wiped the corners of his eyes with the heel of his hand. His interest in Antika skyrocketed. He loved a woman who could make him laugh, even if she was referring to a three-hundred-dollar designer outfit.

“It’s just a crazy text that I received,” Drevon explained while responding to her with five laughing emojis.

Antika:You laugh, but I’m serious about that outfit. Burn it!

Drevon:I’m wearing it to the birthday party. I have more questions, but I’ll text you a little later.

Grinning, he dropped his cell phone into the front pocket of his jeans. When he glanced up, Jet was looking at him through narrowed eyes.

“Do you have a woman that you haven’t told us about? Because you wouldn’t be grinning that hard unless there was one on the other end of those text messages.”

Before Drevon could respond, the doorbell rang.

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