Page 24 of Lordes

“Yeah, I did but his net worth and salary aren’t listed on the World Wide Web. He didn’t have any mugshots online.”

“He didn’t give me a peek at his bank account. But he seems to be okay financially.”

“Did he spend a lot of money?”

“Yes. I guess. I didn’t see the restaurant bill.”

“Did he spend a lot of money on you?” He probed.

“I guess so.” I half shrugged. “I don’t know how much the hotel rooms were. I really didn’t pay attention to the money he spent. I didn’t want to insult him. Caring about it after he told me not to would just seem rude.”

“So he said what exactly.”

“He said he has money, and it’s not my concern or something to that effect.”

“He got big money honey. You might’ve landed a sugar daddy. A lot of rich guys are controlling assholes. I want you to have fun but I also want you to stay safe.”

I couldn’t tell Brett about the unprotected sex. He would clown me big time. I knew better than that but in the heat of the moment I couldn’t resist. I had really been swept off my size eight feet. When I thought about it that had never happened before.

I left Lord this morning. I never took a morning after pill. A doctor never checked me out. I had to make an appointment to see my gynecologist. I hoped she could fit me in soon. I wasn’t worried that he gave me anything but I was no medical doctor so I didn’t know what to base my theory on. My cooch wasn’t itching, leaking or burning. So that was a good sign. I guess.

I knew one thing. I liked this man and I didn’t want to base my theories on my past experiences. Lord didn’t show me any signs that he had some weird Black woman fetish. He wasn’t rude to the waitstaff or hotel workers. These were all things that made me think he was a good guy. I hoped I was right.

Brett tried to get every single second of my date out of me. Because my date stared on Friday and ended on Monday I had a lot to tell him. Brett gushed at almost everything. He was feeling what I was feeling when it was happening to me. I left out the play by play of the sex. I gave him some highlights because he was fond of the tea but I couldn’t give it all away. I needed to keep a little Lord for me.

After I served my coworker the tea we got a few midday customers. I came into work first so I was going to lunch first. I left the store to meet my sister in the food court. Khia was my older sister by only two years. We were close and she made sure she could lay eyes on me when I told her I was downtown Chicago, in a hotel with a man she had never heard of before.

When I approached she was already sitting in the same spot by the windows that she always choose. She had both of our orders on the table in front of her. She stood to hug me and we both sat. Khia gave me a good up and down eyeballing.

“Miss thang, who is this man?”

“His name is Lord.” We both opened the lids on our Styrofoam take-out food.

“No, no, Lordes Donovan. I already got that information. Girl, I need to know what I don’t know. You about gave me a heart attack. You out here gallivanting with strange men in the Chicago streets.”

“I meet him at the bookstore. He was buying books for his grandma. We exchanged numbers and went out to dinner that same day.”

“How you end up booty butt naked in a hotel room with this damn men?”

“See that part is tricky. I don’t even know how it happened.”

“Bria, you better tell me something. I was worried about you. How you text me this ridiculous ass information? I almost brought my ass up to that damn hotel. You better be glad I didn’t have a babysitter. Because I would’ve embarrassed you in front of your friend, I mean stranger. You are supposed to be the one with the good sense.”

“I am.”

“I can’t tell.”

“So wait. So you just lay down with me and you didn’t know?”

“I did.”

“I wish I could tell mama on you.”

“You tripping. I’m grown.”

“It’s dangerous out here. Every six hours of Black woman is murdered.”

“I’m the one that told you that statistic.”

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