Dave East is used to having any woman he wants, no strings attached. Will he be able to handle his match? Will he be able to just test these waters? Or will he need more than a taste test? 👀
"How will you be paying today ma'am?" the woman asks me.
"Credit card," I say while holding the card up.
She takes my card and swipes it for me. I sign and she slides the card back to me.
"Thank you for shopping with us today. Have a good day," she says sweetly.
She hands me my bags and I walk out of the store. I'm so happy with my purchase. I bought the Aren Shopper in Cubic Camouflage Nylon with the pouch in the same collection.
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After leaving Dave East's house, I needed a little retail therapy. I booked a room at the Omni hotel for the rest of my stay here. Call me weird or crazy, but I just needed some space.
I feel like Dave and I kind of jumped into things too quickly. I like him and when things are good, it's fun. But between his little spurts of attitude and his apparent baby mama drama, do I really want to date that man? Let's be real I have so many other options, as does he. If he isn't going to step up and be the kind of man that I want around, then it's on to the next. No, we're obviously not in a relationship but I hold the men that I choose to let into my space AND my life to a certain standard and he needs to understand that.
I'm not just some groupie that wants to get pregnant by a rapper or a baller. I'm Kennedy Rae Shaw and I know what I deserve. Maybe I went a little overboard by leaving without saying anything, but I was going to leave. I didn't like the way he was talking to me and one thing about me, if I don't like the vibes, Ima head out.
As I'm leaving the store, I sit down on a little resting area couch. I slide my phone out of my purse and check my notifications. I have 67 new orders from the boutique and 10 new bookings for KenShaw Eatery. I smile and review some of the information. I'm going to have so many orders to pack when I get home. It's a blessing but it's a bit much for me to do alone. I'm definitely putting my sister to work when I get back. This fall is going to be so busy and I'm ready for it. As I'm scrolling, my business phone rings and it's Stacey.
"Hey Stace, is everything okay?" I ask, hoping she says yes.
"Ummm, no not really. We just got here and Mrs. Ponders is saying that the event is tomorrow, not today," she says.
