Lovette

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Everyday I tell myself "Maybe time will open my eyes to see what my heart wants best for me". Rolling over looking at Lloyd at the end of my bed knocked out. Part of me wanted to slap the shit out of him, while the other half wanted to wake him up and ask him if he wanted me to make breakfast. My mind just kept spinning so i just laid my butt back down. "Lovette, I'm about to slide" Lloyd said softly. "Alright see ya later" I said. "Damn no kiss goodbye, and you ain't gon come lock your door?" "Fuck you, you're aggravating, I live in a white neighborhood ain't nobody's locked in this neighborhood" I said after him. "Mannn just come give me a kiss so I could go" Lloyd replied.  We walked downstairs to my front door as I kissed him goodbye. As I closed my door a thought popped up in my head. "I'm about to stop fucking with these niggas for real this time." I said aloud. To be honest I dont know how to be alone. I gave myself a little fast from niggas for two weeks and I almost died of the thought of no attention or dick for another day. 

The next morning I woke up to tons of emails and voicemails, from everybody! Lloyd had my ass worn out from the night before that I forgot I put my phone on do not disturb. When I reached for my phone the first notification I clicked was from a friend back in the day, saying hey in emoji terms. I replied "hey, long time no see" instantly.  He replied "what it do, and yea I know mannn". As I was about to replied I got a phone call from a client. "Hey are we still meeting up today? I really need to know what's going to happen in court on Wednesday." "Hey good afternoon to you as well Jason! How's your day going so far?" I said sarcastically. "Hahaha Im so sorry Mrs. I'm just so stressed about this weeks upcoming court appearance." "I totally understand Jason but, when I say something I mean what I say. Ok sir?" "Yes Ma'am, Ok, see you at 1pm. Same spot?" "Yes Jason same spot." I said as I hung up. 

I then got on my laptop and sent out a few more emails while I listened to a couple voicemails. Got dress for my long day. Before leaving my front door I realized Lloyd had left his wallet. Me being crazy I wanted to go in and get all his business maybe a pic of somebody important, maybe even to see what type of memberships he's part of. IDK but I didn't, I just kept proceeding to exit my house. Driving north on i95 during the mid afternoon, I knew would kind of be a breeze. So I took a short cut to pass Calvin's shop. While pulling up I could see a big sign stating he was having a battle of the sexes after hours. I always thought Calvin had parties just to be friendly and maybe be freaky. By the way I said that to myself while rolling my eyes. I took a pic of the sign and proceeded to my meeting with my client. 

I always wanted to be in Law because I was placed in foster care at 15 and remember being in several court cases with myself and others. I had a great judge and could never forget how compassionate she was towards my case. Which is funny because I heard otherwise with her other cases, and also that was coming from my mother's mouth. The reason I was placed in foster care in the first place, also another statement I said while rolling my eyes. I knew a lot of families that were split apart for little to nothing due to The Department of Children and Family. So with my tuition waiver I was able to attend Law School to obtain my degrees to pursue my career that I loved. Many of my cases were dear to my heart, I would go home drinking wine for hours figuring out how to get these kids back home, or even to be with the correct suitable family member. I knew foster care was the best decision in my case due to all the benefits. I loved how my life turned out. It was rough in the beginning but I knew I had way more obstacles ahead of me to come, so I just had to toughen up and survive those chapters. 

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 10, 2018 ⏰

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