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Vanessa Williams’ “The Easiest Thing” coming from just about everywhere. Kelvin was a very romantic person and held nothing back when it came to showing how much he loves. With the lights dimmed and candles lit, Kelvin sat in boxers in the lounge chair waiting for me to notice him. Kelvin was tall, dark and handsome. Yes, every woman’s description of their ideal man. His smile was perfect, and he looked as good in his clothes as he did out of them. He stood and pulled me close to him.
    “Hey, handsome. Happy B irthday,” Kelvin whispered.
    He allowed his tongue to sweep gently across my ear. I felt his manhood rising in excitement from the thought of where this brief interaction might lead. Kelvin kissed my forehead and offered me massage  the best I’ve ever had. The next morning I awoke in Kelvin’s arms.
    As I reminisced, I realized it was those moments I missed the most. It’s ironic that just when you thought you had everything, something happens to remind you that life isn’t perfect after all. I had not been by m yself in years, but when I woke the next morning, that’s exactly how I found m y self.
    I didn’t have the comfortable night’s sleep I could have had I not fallen asleep on the floor, in front o f the sofa. When I woke, I thought abo ut calling Kelvin but dialed my fat her’s number instead; he wasn’t available. Then, I called Kelvin only to be greeted by his voicemail. I left a message to let him know I had been thinking about him .
     
     

     
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
    I DO WHAT I WANT
    Dexter
     
     
    Her voice was just what I needed to hear. I was becoming a stranger to the world and too familiar with the l ively painted walls in this house. I needed something to do , and someone exciting to do it with.
    Shopping was always an exhausting experience , especially when I’m running the streets with Belinda. Still ,I accepted the invitation to jo in her on one of her many impromptu shopping sprees. Doing da mage is what she called these shopping extravaganzas. I was no different. I had my moments where I did a little damage as well, treating myself to a gift or two to uplift my spirits. Sometimes, it see med shopping was my aphrodisiac  the on ly high I needed when I was low  and Belinda was always there to make sure I was sky high.
    Yet, Belinda had me beat. She was in her spend-money mood, and I did nothing t o stop her  she knew I wasn’t going to. I f you work hard, play hard , and shop even harder, that was my mantra. Club Monaco, BCBG, jewelry from Cecile Jeanne Paris and Jinx Proof, and of course, no day would be complete without a visit to Beauvoir Wine Cellar. Belinda is the Karen Walker of shopping, and drank just as much.
    With no hurry to end our evening, we decided to dine at Le Tire Bouchon . It was a long drive, but it gave us even more time to chat. We had a lot of catching up to do. I loved anything French, especiall y French food, and this gave me the opportunit y to practice a language that I so rarely used.
    “Bon soir , Monsieur et Mademoiselle! My name is Pierre Fallieres,” the waiter cheerfully greeted.
    “You wouldn’t happen to be related to the ex Fren ch President, would you?” I joked with Belinda.
    We hadn’t been seated five minutes and the foolery had already begun. The look Mr. Fallieres gave me acknowledged the overheard, and if looks could kill, I would be dead.
    “I’ll be your waiter tonight.” His French accent his disappeared, and all of a sudden he was more like and angered member of the kitchen staff. “ What would you like to drink?” h e continued.
    Belinda loved the smell of mocha and black cherry so it was no surprise she requested a bottle of Le Pin Pomerol .
    “That’s an excellent choice, Mademoiselle,” the waiter complimented.
    Pierre excused himself, and after a brief moment, returned with the wine Belinda had selected. He wrapped a newly white napkin around the neck of the bottle and poured with care.
    When Belinda