KEPT

1. LOVE...

TWENTY-TWO DAYS AGO

I kill the engine of my car, pull my chair back and reach by the passenger side for my cute black stilettos then I kick off my slippers and apply lotion on my feet before putting the killer shoes on. I then reach for my make-up bag at the back, pull down the sun visor so I can use the vanity mirror to see my face to make sure I still look good, I love that my matt lipstick doesn't need to be reapplied time and again, it still looks fresh on my lips. I brush up my weave and make sure it's still in place then I pack everything away and reach for my cute silver clutch bag. I stuff my cell phone, small packet of wipes and lipstick in it then I step out of my car and lock it then I throw my keys in there too. If mh clutch bags could speak, they would expose my lack of compartmentalizing skills, I just throw everything in.

I look down at my dress. Its silk, thin material nicely hugs and outlines my body and I look perfect in it. I give myself one last take then I start walking towards the entrance of the restaurant with the sound of my heels echoing behind me. I feel and look confident, it really is amazing what dressing up can do for ones level of confidence and I love it.

With every step that I take, I feel it get real. This is it, I'm here to make a life changing decision and I can only hope that it works out just as planned or imagined. A lot of people dye their hair just for change, they change their dressing style, get a new car or house or even a pet, they change career paths or maybe plan something more spontaneous just to spice up their lives and then there's me...

I'm about to agree to marry a man I've only seen twice before this evening...

It's crazy.

And I'm here for it...

I step inside the restaurant and the hostess approches me with a welcoming smile, she asks that I confirm my reservation. I clear my throat and I give her a name, she lets me know that he is already here then she leads me to our table. When he sees us, he gets up from his chair and fixes his suit jacket before getting the chair for me, there's still hope for chivalry.

"Thank you, " my voice is hardly audible as I pull my chair closer to the table once I'm seated.

"You're welcome, you look beautiful, " He says and I look down at my dress with a smile like I'm seeing it on my body for the first time, I was literally hyping myself up just moments ago but it sounds different coming from him.

"Thank you, you look good too,"

He looks just as handsome and breathtaking as when I first saw him and when we went on our first date, he's exactly how I would describe an alpha male lead in one of my stories. He's tall, his muscles aren't too exaggerated but he's the buffed up type with broad shoulders, his chocolate skin is oh so smooth and those hands... He has short hair, and a trimmed beard making him look even more manly, I love a man with a beard. The icing on top? He's the suit type. A complete hot, staight out of the books kind of greek God, If I may.

I order a mojito and get comfortable, I've been thinking about this date for days now and I almost chickened out because I was nervous but I reminded myself that I have no reason to fear him. Sure he wasn't trying to go the boyfriend and dating route, and the fact that he was very clear about his intentions, even when he hardly knows me made me more curious about this man sitting opposite me right now. I'm really intrigued it's almost like he has cast a spell on me.

We have our food served and I get my favourite sweet red wine. We eat in silence, he's either not much of a talker or he's thinking about the reason we are here today, for all he knows I might be here for the free meal then I turn him down and go home, which would be exactly what any normal person would do but not me... Yeah, I've just realized that I'm not the normal type considering that I'm even thinking of giving this a chance.