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bad,” he said laughing as he
stood back and gave me some breathing room. “It’s just that I feel a connection
to you already.”
    I guess he thought I was born
yesterday. That corny ass line didn’t even faze me. “Bye,” I said as I hopped
in the truck beside Vee.
    “I’m a call you,” Prince said
placing an imaginary phone to his ear by using his pinky and thumb finger.
    “Okay,” I mouthed before turning
my attention back to Vee. “You good?” I asked.
    “Yeah, I’m straight.”
    “Is it because of Brandon?”
    “No.”
    I could tell she was lying, but I
didn’t press the issue. “You want me to stay with you tonight?”
    She shook her head no. “Brian’s
coming over later.”
    I frowned. “What?”
    “Brian is coming over later,” she
repeated as if I didn’t hear her the first time.
    I folded my arms underneath my
breast and shook my head. I looked out the window and allowed my thoughts to
race through my head. It was time for me to put some shit in motion.

Chapter 9
     
    Savannah
    As soon as I arrived back home I
managed to convince Roxie that I was okay and she could leave. She offered to
stay with me, but after the odd moment we had earlier I felt it would be best
if she went home. I kicked off my shoes and headed upstairs to my bedroom.
Brian would be over later and I needed to take a bath.
    Once I reached my room, I stripped down to my birthday suit and
headed to my bathroom. I grabbed my bath and body works Vanilla Bean, and
turned on the water. When it was to my desired temperature, I hopped in. The water felt good, but it did little to ease the tension in my
body.
    Seeing Brandon out with someone
else did something to me and to add insult to injury it wasn’t the same girl I
saw him with at Chick Fila. The fact that he looked like he was actually having a good time did something
to my heart. I knew he would eventually move on, but seeing it up close and
personal had me feeling some kind of way. To put icing on the cake, the bitch was gorgeous. I soaked for a
good half an hour before heading back to my bedroom. I walked past my dresser,
grabbed a bottle of lotion and sat down on my bed.
    My cell phone began to sing. I
could hear it, but I couldn’t remember what I did with it. I stood up and
placed my hand on my hips trying to figure out where the noise was coming from.
I looked at my clothes on top of my dirty clothes hamper and watched as the
shorts I had on earlier lit up. I walked over to my close hamper grabbed the
shorts and pulled out my cell phone. As soon as I saw the number my heart
dropped to my stomach. I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was a little past two-thirty in the morning.
    I sighed. The only reason I
invited him over in the first place is because I was in my feelings about
seeing Brandon with another chick. I shook my head wishing I would have stuck
my foot in my mouth. I really wasn’t in the mood for company. I let it roll
over to voice mail, but he called right back.
    “Damn,” I said annoyed with
myself. I started to ignore it, but then I heard my door bell ring. I could
feel the creases in my forehead as I frowned. This shit is annoying as hell. I
couldn’t blame nobody, but myself because I invited him over. My phone began to
sing again, this time I answered. “Hello.”
    “I’m downstairs,” Brian said out
of breath.
    No shit Sherlock, I thought to
myself.
    “Aight, here I come.”
    I took my good ole time grabbing
my robe, and wrapping it around my body. I put my hair in a bun and slowly, and
I do mean slowly proceeded downstairs. I guess I was taking too long because he called me again and rang the doorbell twice.
    “Damn, what the hell took you so
long?” He asked aggravated. He stood there long enough for me to catch the
scowl on his face. Then he brushed passed me and entered the living room. He
got comfortable and sat down on the couch. He unbuttoned the first three
buttons on his Ralph Lauren shirt and kicked off his