NEVER2MUCH ; "Never Enough Sequel"

9 - Something 2 Talk About

Devin "Lucky" Ross

**soundtrack: "My Cherie Amour" — Stevie Wonder**

Kayla has been over here at my crib all night telling me her life story and I can't say I'm surprised. The prettiest souls have the most cynical stories to tell. I knew it was something behind her. She's beautiful. Too perfect in my eyes. Got word on her baby's dad and ex. The betrayal of her family and friends. Life before LA. The Hurricane Katrina one really shook me; she almost had me in tears, shit. But overall, I respect her so much more after because she's still so resilient after all the shit she's been through. She seems solid and I believe everything that came out of her mouth.

I'm not intimidated by her babydaddy at all, hell, nobody can put fear in me. He's just a childish ass nigga who think he's entitled to her especially now since she's carrying his baby. He ain't got shit to do with me so yeah I'm still rockin' with her. Never know what the future may hold, I mean, this could be my wife for all I know. Kayla ain't did nothing wrong. She's fine as fuck to me, smart, ambitious, real as hell, and I just love hanging with her. Her mindset is very mature plus she's cool, calm and mesmerizing. She got a vibe that can be addicting to be around. Someone you wanna talk to about any and everything without being judged. Someone who challenges your thoughts and opinions. Makes conversations interesting and not always so serious but more open to learning new things. She's optimistic and very supportive. I'm on her side and I want to continue being around her. I haven't even fucked her or nothing and I literally put her above all the girls I've ever encountered. I don't know man, it's just something about this her. Every time she smiles at me man, some weird, rush or magical ass feeling races through me like I'm releasing toxins out my body. She's special for real, and I'm going to make sure she feel and know that.

"So am I invited to the baby shower or nah?"

"You bringing a gift?" she raises her eyebrow.

"Fashoo, I'll never show up to your establishment empty-handed."

"I know, I know. I was kidding. Matter of fact, I want you to be my escort."

"I can do that."

"Like you a bodyguard or something" she jokes.

"I can be that," I stand up in front of her, and reach my hand out. She grabs it, and I help her up and I gently swoon her into my arms. We start slow dancing. I softly sing one of my songs in her ear as we waltz across my living room. I'm tipsy as hell so I'm really singing my heart out in front of her for the first time. She starts laughing and we dance around the living room to my music playlist just enjoying each other's company, having a good time...

Chenal Anderson

"What do you think about this one?" I question Jim who seems to be too busy on his phone, "Jim!"

"Let me call you back Randall," he hangs up his phone and sighs, "Yes babe?"

"You're not paying attention! I asked which outfit do you like?!" I turn around to model the Givenchy dress on my body.

"Wow...you look...amazing! It's hitting at every curve."

"Of course it is. So you like this one? Or the other one I tried on?"

"How about both?"

"Oowee, now you're talking my language baby. Matter of fact, let me hurry and take this off so you can pay for all this, and how about we make our way back to the room, huh?"