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causing me to break out in
a wide grin. With Grey on my mind, I took out my phone to send him
a quick text message.
    June 17, 1:58 PM Me: Hey, boo. You want to grab
dinner at Toca Madera’s tonight?
    Knowing that he was probably busy, I set the phone
down on my desk and went to work. A good hour later, I had the
concept board halfway finished and decided to take a break. The
first thing I did was check my phone to see if Grey had replied
back. He hadn’t. I felt the tips of my ears turn hot before I
started pacing the floor.
    I knew he could be busy with the club, but what the
fuck else could he be doing that he wasn’t able to answer a quick
text within an hour? I mean, it only takes a few seconds to answer
yes or no, right? Just a few key strokes was all it took! The more
I thought about it, the angrier I became. If there was one thing
that I hated to be, it was ignored.
    Grey was usually great at responding to me and
picking up when I called, but I had started to notice he had begun
to be a little more lax than usual. I hadn’t paid much attention to
it, but he definitely had my attention now. My thing was that he
couldn’t be that busy at the club. It was 3:30 pm on a Wednesday!
He didn’t have a party until tomorrow! What the hell was he doing,
huh? I could feel the irritation turning to anger, so I decided to
try again before I lost my cool. Quickly, I sent another text.
    June 17, 3:06PM Me: You know I have to make a
reservation if you want to go. Let me know ASAP.
    I stared at my phone as I continued to pace the
floor. This nigga better answer me. The fuck could he be doing? He
better not be with another bitch! I saw the way them little plastic
model hoes that worked at the club looked at him. Let me find out
that one of those little thirst buckets were slanging their box his
way! I’m going to---
    Ding!
    The notification on my phone stopped my rant
midsentence. I swiped my thumb across the screen and clicked on my
messages with a smile slowing creeping across my face. It faded
when I realized it was just Blu.
    June 17, 3:08PM Blu: Hey girl. I need your help.
Meet me on Rodeo?
    Shit, Blu! Now was not the time! I clicked ignore and
went back to pacing the floor. Why wasn’t he answering me? See, I
hated when men did this. One simple little response could kill all
the doubt swimming around in my brain. But no, instead of replying
no matter how simple the answer, a nigga will leave you hanging all
damn day, making you think of every possible scenario that could be
causing you to get ignored.
    My mind ran a million miles a minute as I went down
the list of reasons why he hadn’t responded to me. He could just
be busy, right? Or…he could be face deep in another bitch’s pussy!
Calm down, he could be driving! I thought to myself. He
hates to text and drive. Or…he could be giving one of them bottle
models he hired the long stroke on top of his desk!
    “Ughhhh!” I screamed. This was driving me nuts!
    “You good, ma?” a deep voice rumbled.
    I whipped around so fast that I almost fell over.
Leaning against the door frame was Grey dressed in pair of camo
shorts, a snug white tee underneath a crisp blue jean shirt, a navy
blue Detroit snapback and some Jordan 3’s. My heart rate sped up at
the sight of my fine ass man. His presence immediately caused my
irritation to dissipate. 
    Gathering myself quickly, I smiled at him. “Grey,
what are you doing here?”
    Instead of answering, he closed the door behind him
and smirked.
    “Grey…” I looked at him curiously.
    He walked over to me slowly, licking his lips and
coming out of his jean shirt without taking his sultry, grey eyes
off of me. In one swift move, he had ripped my Stella McCartney
skirt from its middle seam, hoisted me up by my waist and wrapped
my legs around him. I gasped as chills shot up my spine and my
panties moistened. Grey kissed me roughly and I replied with an
intense kiss of my own. All semblance of anger had vanished and now
I just