Playtime Rules

Rule #13 Ex For a Reason

Fuck men!

She was not going to waste her time with them anymore. Well, at least until she found another one or two to tickle her fancy again.

Back at home, she focused back on work. And hanging with her friends. Her girls' trip with them was coming on in a few days. She had to hit the gym no matter the fact that she did not want to see JeVonte. She knew he mostly worked during the day, so she would go extremely late at night, hit the treadmill, hit the weights, sometimes go to the sauna, and even used their massage chair.

She wanted to be stress-free with her girls in a few days.

So when she received a blast from her past, sliding in her DMs, she felt her blood pressure rise again.

Hey, Thinking about you.

Allistar. On her Instagram page of all places. She read the DM but did not respond. She went to his page and dear Lord, the man was hotter than she remembered. She did not date many white guys after him, because none could measure up. Allistar was truly a fucking God. His face, his body, his swag.

Yes, for a white guy, he was swagged out. Could be because he went to a mostly Black school in a mostly Black neighborhood, all his friends were Black and all the Black girls loved him.

Hence why he cheated on her with another Black girl.

Wait, last she remembered he was engaged to her and they were getting married. She scrolled through his feed and saw nothing of his so-called wife, but did see that he had a cute little biracial son. Cute little boy and he seemed like a proud father.

Why was he DMing her?

She knew she shouldn't, but she responded.

Why are you hitting me up?

As I said, I miss you.

The man gave her chills over the phone. Her first love. Her first time having sex. Her first everything. The first guy to shatter her heart after she gave it to him.

She hated him.

Then, she missed him too.

What do you want?

To see you

Again, she felt a chill thinking of him. Maybe his looks were not the only thing that got better with age. She remembered not knowing much about sex, but Al did. He was the first guy to ever eat her out and she thought it was better than sex. He spoiled her for every other man.

What was she going to do?

Ok, when?

And just like that she was planning on meeting up with this man. Her past. The one that closed her heart from any other guy. Maybe this would be their second chance.

She dressed down for him, no need to dress up. She threw on some jeans and a cute graphic tee. She kept her hair down, blew dried it straight, and flat ironed it. It was long, to her bra strap, and bouncy.

No make-up, only lip gloss. She wanted to appear young and fresh like she was when they were younger. He looked even better in his pictures, she hoped he thought the same of her.

They decided to meet up at Bugatti's Steak and Pasta St. Charles inside the Ameristar Casino. Judging by his pictures on IG, he was doing well in life. He always had dreams of becoming a lawyer, so maybe he was now.

"Damn, pretty girl! Look at you," he said to her when she walked in and he was waiting for her. He pulled her into a bear hug and it felt like old times. "Always a head-turner, huh?"