Chapter 3-Devon
Stretched out in my bed, I had to acknowledge that I’d been tossing and turning for the past two hours.
It was a little after nine, and as I stared at the ceiling, I debated if I wanted to hop up and get dressed so I could make an appearance at one of my clubs.
I liked to maintain the element of surprise so my employees would stay on their P’s and Q’s.
The workers at my clubs never knew when I’d walk through the door, and that ensured that they weren’t getting relaxed or lazy in their duties. I’d been known to walk in and fire people on the spot, so it was in their best interest to show up and put in work because at any moment, I could walk in.
I grabbed my phone and debated my next move.
It didn’t take me long to realize that I didn’t feel like dealing with a crowd.
I found myself going to the BlackLove app that I’d been spending a good amount of time on.
Not to say I was obsessed with trying to find a woman, but it was one of those things that once you started swiping, it felt impossible to stop.
There were way more women on this app that what I expected, and it seemed like every other swipe, I was coming across a female who I knew either from school or around the way, or a female I’d smashed.
As I scrolled through my matches, I felt like I was on a streak of women from my past who were being suggested to me. Ironically, I wanted nothing to do with any of them. They were in my past for a reason. I was just about to lock my phone and put it down when a picture caught my eye.
“Damn.” I mumbled, staring at the chocolate beauty whose face was highlighted on my screen. “LegallyKenya.” Her username was simple, but her beauty was astonishing.
I read through her profile, trying to find a flaw because it damn sure wasn’t in her appearance.
In a picture of her wearing a simple black dress that stopped just above her knees, I could see that she had legs for days and a cute figure.
Her shape was filled out, but I wouldn’t describe her as being extremely curvaceous.
The thing that stood out to me was that she didn’t have her profession listed. She was definitely pretty enough to be a kept woman, but that wasn’t really my cup of tea. I wanted a woman who wasn’t looking at me for her next meal.
Not even that was a turnoff, though, and I eagerly matched with her by liking a picture. I could have kept it at that and simply waited to see if she was willing to take the bait, but I decided to set myself apart. I complimented her beauty by telling her we’d look good together.
Is that too much? Hell, nah. This is just enough. If a compliment like that was enough to shoo her away, then maybe she wasn’t woman enough for me.
Once I sent the message, I stared at my screen like I was waiting for her to respond. That left me feeling weak, so I tossed my phone down and got out of bed.
The hell did I look like waiting for a chick to respond to me? The night looked peaceful enough for me to enjoy. I grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels from the bar in my room and a glass. After setting the glass down, I grabbed enough ice to chill my liquor, and I headed for my balcony.
Before I could close the patio door behind me, my phone chimed, grabbing my attention. I set my drink down on the table and then circled back to my phone. When I checked my notifications, I smiled. She’d hit me back, but not in the way I expected her to.
We went back and forth for a while, engaging in flirtatious banter.
I caught a reflection of myself smiling hard as hell and tightened up real quick.
There was no way a female I didn’t know should have me smiling this hard out the gate, but here my ass was, smiling hard as hell and not putting the phone down because I didn’t want to risk missing a message from her.
I couldn’t ignore that she didn’t seem to bask in talking about herself like most females did, and I didn’t know if that was a good thing or if it was a red flag.
Specifically, when I asked her what she did for a living.
Her response was that she had a suitable career that allowed her to take care of herself.
It wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear, but at least she wasn’t living off the government or the next man.
And considering how fine she was in her pictures; I was ready to mess around and find out.