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voicemail. Deciding not to leave a message and just call back later, Kylee put her phone in her purse, turned off her stereo, and, headed downstairs to watch the episode of Scandal that she had DVRed a few days ago.
Kylee was all into her show when there was a knock at the door.
âShit, niggas always wanna wait until the good part to knock on the door,â she huffed, standing up from the sofa, never taking her eyes off the TV as she headed to the front door. âWho is it?â
âWho you expectinâ otha than me,â Eli answered.
That accent had made Kylee forget all about what was on TV. âYouâre the only one Iâm expectinâ,â she said with a smile while opening the door.
âI betta be,â Eli joked, stepping in the foyer.
âWhatever.â Kylee laughed, catching a whiff of the CK One Shock cologne Eli was wearing.
âYou look nice,â Eli said, checking her out.
Kylee smiled. âThank you and so do you.â Kylee loved a man who could dress. He looked like a totally different person outside of his work uniform. Eliâs locks were neatly pulled to the back into a ponytail. He wore a pair of dark denim LRG jeans that sagged just right, with a crisp white and navy blue polo shirt that revealed his protruding biceps, and a pair of light blue, navy, and white Supra Vaider tennis shoes.
âLet me grab my purse; then we can leave,â Kylee said, turning to walk away.
Eliâs eyes zoned in on Kyleeâs nice, round backside as she headed over to retrieve her purse. âYou have a nice place here,â he said, taking his eyes off her ass and looking around her condo. The living room was nicely decorated in red, black, white, and silver. Eli thought whoever decorated took their time with every little detail, from the red Italian leather sectional to the oversized black leather chaise in the corner with the big white ottoman that was being used as her coffee table. The authentic artwork on the wall tied everything together perfectly. He could tell there were no corners cut when it came to decorating; the room looked like it was straight out of a magazine.
âThank you,â she said, grabbing her purse off the ottoman and heading back over to where Eli stood. âMe and my mom got the idea and color scheme off a TV show we watched.â
âYâall hooked this place up,â he said, shaking his head in approval.
âThanks. Do you recognize the pictures on the walls?â she quizzed.
âHell yeah, I recognize âem.â He smiled.
âFrom where?â Kylee asked, thinking he was lying.
Eli walked into the living room with Kylee close behind. âThat one over there,â he said, pointing, âis called Singinâ Sistahs, that one is Sugar Shack, and the one in your foyer is called Boxing Gym, and that one over there is called Come Sunday, â he said, busting her bubble.
âOkay.â She smiled, impressed.
âYeah, how you like me now?â he joked, sounding like a true Jamaican.
âYou know a lot about art, huh?â she asked.
âNaw, just about Ernie Barnesâs work. My father had his entire collection and when he died I took âem.â
âAnd here I always thought that J.J. was really paintinâ all them pictures on Good Times. â Kylee laughed.
âWow.â Eli laughed too.
âBe quiet.â Kylee smiled.
âYou ready?â he asked.
âIâm ready,â she said, walking back into the foyer and opening the door. She waited for Eli to walk out so she could lock the door behind them. Kylee was impressed as she walked out and saw what Eli was driving.
Okay now, this nigga got taste and money, she thought as they headed down the walk.
Eli opened the passengerâs side door to a stunning red two-door BMW M6 Gran Coupe. Kylee climbed in and the scent of fresh-squeezed lemons instantly tickled her nostrils. Kylee instantly fell in
Kylee was all into her show when there was a knock at the door.
âShit, niggas always wanna wait until the good part to knock on the door,â she huffed, standing up from the sofa, never taking her eyes off the TV as she headed to the front door. âWho is it?â
âWho you expectinâ otha than me,â Eli answered.
That accent had made Kylee forget all about what was on TV. âYouâre the only one Iâm expectinâ,â she said with a smile while opening the door.
âI betta be,â Eli joked, stepping in the foyer.
âWhatever.â Kylee laughed, catching a whiff of the CK One Shock cologne Eli was wearing.
âYou look nice,â Eli said, checking her out.
Kylee smiled. âThank you and so do you.â Kylee loved a man who could dress. He looked like a totally different person outside of his work uniform. Eliâs locks were neatly pulled to the back into a ponytail. He wore a pair of dark denim LRG jeans that sagged just right, with a crisp white and navy blue polo shirt that revealed his protruding biceps, and a pair of light blue, navy, and white Supra Vaider tennis shoes.
âLet me grab my purse; then we can leave,â Kylee said, turning to walk away.
Eliâs eyes zoned in on Kyleeâs nice, round backside as she headed over to retrieve her purse. âYou have a nice place here,â he said, taking his eyes off her ass and looking around her condo. The living room was nicely decorated in red, black, white, and silver. Eli thought whoever decorated took their time with every little detail, from the red Italian leather sectional to the oversized black leather chaise in the corner with the big white ottoman that was being used as her coffee table. The authentic artwork on the wall tied everything together perfectly. He could tell there were no corners cut when it came to decorating; the room looked like it was straight out of a magazine.
âThank you,â she said, grabbing her purse off the ottoman and heading back over to where Eli stood. âMe and my mom got the idea and color scheme off a TV show we watched.â
âYâall hooked this place up,â he said, shaking his head in approval.
âThanks. Do you recognize the pictures on the walls?â she quizzed.
âHell yeah, I recognize âem.â He smiled.
âFrom where?â Kylee asked, thinking he was lying.
Eli walked into the living room with Kylee close behind. âThat one over there,â he said, pointing, âis called Singinâ Sistahs, that one is Sugar Shack, and the one in your foyer is called Boxing Gym, and that one over there is called Come Sunday, â he said, busting her bubble.
âOkay.â She smiled, impressed.
âYeah, how you like me now?â he joked, sounding like a true Jamaican.
âYou know a lot about art, huh?â she asked.
âNaw, just about Ernie Barnesâs work. My father had his entire collection and when he died I took âem.â
âAnd here I always thought that J.J. was really paintinâ all them pictures on Good Times. â Kylee laughed.
âWow.â Eli laughed too.
âBe quiet.â Kylee smiled.
âYou ready?â he asked.
âIâm ready,â she said, walking back into the foyer and opening the door. She waited for Eli to walk out so she could lock the door behind them. Kylee was impressed as she walked out and saw what Eli was driving.
Okay now, this nigga got taste and money, she thought as they headed down the walk.
Eli opened the passengerâs side door to a stunning red two-door BMW M6 Gran Coupe. Kylee climbed in and the scent of fresh-squeezed lemons instantly tickled her nostrils. Kylee instantly fell in
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