Not looking for Love

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Chapter One: Don't come looking for love

"Nacole, Baby I have to go. I have some clients to meet up with and two meeting scheduled for the day" Patrick walked into the room, I looked in the mirror of my vanity back at him as he fixed his tie and made sure his thirty five hundred dollar suit was perfect. "I'll call you between clients or if I take a lunch break" He kissed my cheek briefly before walking off again.

"What time will you be back?" I questioned releasing the strand of my thirty inch Brazilian weave from the wand curler.

"I'm not sure, Busy day" Was all he said fixing his head in the mirror by the TV. "Regan!" Patrick called and right after our six year old daughter came running into the room, I watched as he told her bye and kissed her on her forehead. Patrick then left out of the room without saying anything else and headed off to "work"

"Okay, Regan it's nap time" I stood up from my chair going over to her, She poked her bottom lip on in a whine as I picked her up placing her on my hip and carrying her down the hall to her bedroom.

"I'm not sleepy, momma" My daughter told me playing in my hair.

"But you have to take a nap, You know the drill. When you get up then we can have some deserts and watch cartoons" I smiled pushing open her door. Regan's room was a splatter of pink and sparkly shit, Her canopy bed was covered with stuff animals and she had every toy a little girl could want. She was simple though, She didn't want some that over the top barbie doll set or my swimming mermaid. Give her a cabbage patch girl and a pretend kitchen with a oven and she is good for months, All that other shit was Patrick's and his family doing which I hated. I laid her on the bed and sat down next to her tucking her in.

"How long do I have to go to sleep?" Regan questioned making me laugh. I looked at the clock on the wall.

"Not that long, Just two hours and mommy will be back to wake you up" She yawned and shook her head. I placed a kiss on her forehead. "I love you"

"Love you too, mommy" Regan told me as I got up. I cut on the TV because I knew she wouldn't stay still if I didn't and headed out of the room closing the door behind me.

I closed my room door and sent a quick text before proceeding to the bathroom. I dropped the gown I was wearing and lotion up my body before fixing my hair. Since all I had on was my matching pink lace bra and panties set I slipped on my robe tying it up. I made my way down the stairs and headed to the kitchen grabbing a wine glass and some vodka.

I met Patrick six and a half years ago, I was out at this party with a friend of mines and I bumped into him there. He wasn't my type and he still isn't, He was wearing a Louis Vuitton sweater and slacks with shoes on like he was going to church afterwards. He was stuttering and couldn't get his words out, it was honestly a fucking mess. I was young and dumb and I liked the expensive watch that sat on his wrist, He was telling me about school and shit. I had found out He was attending some Ivy league university across the city and had got drug here by a friend. I asked to go back to his car so we could chill and he took me to a Mercedes that still had that new car smell with it. I was so damn drunk and if I wasn't he wouldn't have gotten the time of day.

I rose from the seat going to open the gate with a smile. I buzzed it open and took a time to make sure I was fine, not long after he knocked on the door and I opened it.