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over and being the gentleman that I am I opened her car door for her. Kandace stepped out in the shortest, yet classy, dress and the tallest heels I had ever seen. She had a mean shoe game and the walk to match. We greeted each other with hugs and kisses. Once we got inside the restaurant, the hostess greeted us and showed us to our table, which was overlooking the Chesapeake Bay.
    “How have you been pretty lady?”
    The strange look in her eyes made me think something was unquestionably wrong so I asked her, “Is everything okay? You look a little nervous.” She looked around and said, “Yes, of course I’m okay,” and smiled. It was in a voice that didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that something was wrong but she continued to speak, “I’ve just had a lot on my mind lately that’s all.”
    I wondered what could have shorty so damn jumpy or paranoid even. Shit if that bitch only knew. I should be the one looking over my damn shoulder. “Is there anything I can do to help?” Standing there concerned about my lady’s feelings I asked Kandi again, “Who do I have to fuck up for fucking up your day? Just tell me and problem solved.” She looked at me with a slight frown on her face like I was kidding but I was dead ass serious.
    “Well there’s nothing you can do per say, but I do have to talk to you about something.”
    Before she could say another word, the waitress came to the table and asked us if we were ready to order. Kandi ordered some type of fruity girl drink called a Basil Mint Sangria while I got a double shot of Belvedere. Once the waitress was gone I asked Kandi to continue what she was about to say. A nigga’s ears weren’t ready for what came out of her mouth.
    “Alex,” she said and took a couple of deep breaths, “I’m married.”
    I went into a quick daydream because the next thing I remember was her asking me was, “Did you hear what I said?” Waving her hands in front of my face like she on a float in a parade. She said,” Say something Alex.” She was persistent.
    “Damn so you mean to tell me you’re married?” I asked. She took a sip of her drink, looked me dead in my eyes, and said, “Yes. Yes I am.”
    Right then and there, my hands could’ve smacked a bitch. I couldn’t let her see me lose my cool in that restaurant so the next logical question that came about was, “Are you separated from him or something Kandi?”
    She took another sip of her drink before she said answered the question. “No, Alex I’m not.” She said that shit like it was the proper answer for her to say. This bitch just didn’t know I wanted to haul off and smack her ass. What the fuck did she mean she was married? I kept my cool because I didn’t want her to see that side of me. I took a sip of my liquor and told her, “You know what pretty lady; I have to respect the fact that you’re woman enough to tell me. That takes guts and I like that. But just the fact that you’re sitting here with me lets me know that you’re not happy at home with your nigga.”
    That Belvedere was starting to kick in so I waved the waitress over to order another one before I went on. After receiving my drink from the waitress, I went on to explain more.
    “No woman sleeps around or has male friends if she’s happily married, period. Especially not the ones who are one hundred percent happy...” I finished off the rest of my drink. “That fact alone also lets me know you’re going to be mine.”
    She said nothing so I knew she was feeling what a nigga said. We finished up the conversation as we ate dinner. That grub hit the spot. I let her in the door to know a little bit more about my life and me. Although the door was open, I had a rule never to let a bitch in past the foyer. Shit that had to be rule number one of the streets. Never tell hoes the truth. Kandi had potential and all, but the fact that she was married and sitting there having dinner with me, let me know out the gate that she