Black Girl Love Story Vol. 4 Kandace

Chapter 2

Two hours later....

Now ya'll know I was not about to call that man right away. I had to get my nerves in order, I took a lavender bath, drank some wine, read a little and listened to some music. Once I was done, I did my nightly ritual of oiling my skin, a short meditation and made my chamomile tea. Once I got settled in my bed, I took a deep breath and dialed the number he sent.

"Hello?" his voice was like that first sip of hot chocolate on a cold night.

"Hey it's Kandace." my face felt hot.

"Ok, hold on sweetheart." He said and then, the phone disconnected.

What the hell?

Then I realized once my phone began to vibrate, he was trying to FaceTime me. Lawd! I did not sign up for this! I rolled my eyes luckily, I loved myself enough without being done up to answer this man calling me on video.

"Okay beautiful, how are you doing tonight?" He smiled at me through the phone, and I squeezed my legs together. His face was way better live. His hazel eyes were twinkling, and his pretty white smile was contagious with the small gap in between the two front teeth. He's cute, handsome, adorable, and sexy all in one. He had on a black tank top, a durag, and was propped up against the dark gray headboard of his bed. Yeah, I was all in the background.

I smiled right back at him. "I'm doing good, how are you?"

"Better now that I get to see your face. Now what was all that I look like trouble shit you was talking?" he smirked at me with one brow raised.

"Yeah, you look like trouble and hearing you talk now lets me know further that my observation from your pictures alone were right."

He chuckled deep, gotdamn I shifted in the bed again.

We talked for hours. He told me that he was a father of one thirteen-year-old son. That he had a good co parenting relationship with the mother. He assured me there was no drama because she was married and pregnant with her third child, the second with her husband. They had their son in high school and never really had a relationship beyond "messing around" as he called it. We talked about everything the typical getting to know you type stuff and our businesses. He thought it was dope that I had started my own business and was flourishing. He had been in real estate and house flipping for over ten years. He said it was simple after he flipped his first property.

He was smart, funny, and seemed to have his head on straight. So why was he single? I asked him too.

"Because I've been waiting on you." He answered so quick and so serious my heart skipped just a smidge. I mean I'm a romantic chick. Rom-Com's make my world go round. But I am realistic.

I kissed my teeth, "Don't even try it. Why are you single? When was the last time you were in a relationship, how long and why did it end?"

He laughed and nodded. "Ok ok! My last relationship ended about six months ago. We were together for two years and it ended because she wasn't my future and that's real. She tolerated my son and wasn't really motivated to do things on her own in life. That and her cheating was it for me." He shrugged like it was nothing.

"That had to hurt though. You invested time in that relationship." I told him. I had laid down under the covers a while ago with my phone propped up on the pillow and he had done the same.

"Yeah, it stung. But I'm firm on when things aren't for me or meant for me that I can't wallow in defeat I have to keep moving towards what is meant for me. You know?"

I nodded and sighed yeah, this nigga bout to be my husband and baby daddy.  

***Sorry for the delay.  I wanted to post something so you guys would know I'm still around.***

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