Once a Dog Always a Dog!

Chapter 1

They say that fate is when preparation meets opportunity. Well, as fate would have it, I just happened to be in the city of Chicago promoting a new book that I had written for The Unit when I walked into the BB&T bank that was located on the corner of Broad and Locust in Chicago, and I was presented with the opportunity of a lifetime.

I was planning on just running into the bank to use the ATM but I looked to my left and I saw the most gorgeous bank teller that I had ever seen in my life. She was the spitting image of the singer Beyonce, only she appeared to be a bit thicker. Her eyes were the first thing that had caught my eye when she looked up and glanced toward my direction. From a distance I could tell that she had either hazel or green eyes because they were just piercing right through me but in a very soft, non-menacing, non-seductive way, but still piercing.

Just as quickly as she had looked in my direction, her eyes then shifted away from me. She took her right hand and moved some of her long black hair away from her forehead and shifted it behind her right ear. Since it was slow in the bank, she lifted a book that she had in front of her and started to read it.

Her presence and the whole scene reminded me so much of when I first met my ex-mistress Sha'Quara , 5 years ago while driving down a Brooklyn street one sunny afternoon. "Kha'Darious, just keep it moving, nigga," I said to myself as I contemplated whether or not I should say something to the beautiful teller and make the most of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I had just taken out four hundred dollars from the ATM, so I had gotten what I'd came for, but yet it was incredibly hard for me to just turn around and walk the hell out of the bank. It was like the teller was calling my name or something.

Kha'Darious, keep it moving! I said more forcefully to myself. I counted my money to make sure that it was all there. After putting the money into the pocket of my Artful Dodger jeans I walked out of the bank. Every ounce of me began to burn with regret and with curiosity. I walked about half a block, and when I got to the corner, I waited for the green light to turn red so that I could cross the street.

The light turned red and the crowd of pedestrians crossed the street and went on about their business. But I stood still in my tracks on a freezing cold and blustery afternoon trying to decide if I should go back into the bank and talk to the girl that I had just seen. "A'ight, so what I'll do is just go in and introduce myself to her but I won't ask for the number," I said to myself, still trying to convince myself to do something that I knew I should just leave the hell alone.

Giving in to my weakness, I blew air out of my lungs, turned back around and headed back to BB&T bank. The bank was surprisingly empty, considering that it was lunchtime and there were a bunch of office workers and businesses in that area. But that was cool, because it gave me more of an opportunity to figure out just how I was gonna make my move.

The teller that I wanted to talk to had a customer at her window so I chilled for a minute near the customer service desk, where I calmly slid off my wedding ring and slipped it into my pocket before going in for the kill. I had no idea what I was going to say to her, but I was determined to be as smooth as possible. After about two minutes or so she was finished helping the customer that was at her window and I wasted no time and I moved right in.

"Hello, how are you doing today?" she asked with a smile that could have lit up any dark room. She had perfect white teeth. "Oh, I'm good. I'm cold as hell, but other than that I'm good." "Yeah, it is freezing outside. This weather is crazy. I hate the wintertime," she added, trying to be as polite and friendly as possible.

I looked at the name tag that she had clipped to her blouse to see what her name was and she smiled and playfully pointed to her head and said, "umm ... up here, I'm here." "Oh, nah, I wasn't looking at your chest, I was just looking at your name tag."

She laughed and said, "I'm just messing with you, so how can I help you?" I reached into my pocket and pulled out five twenty-dollar bills and asked her if I could have one hundred dollars in singles. "Sure. No problem." "So I see you're reading Baby Momma Drama," I said to her while she counted the money.

She nodded her head to acknowledge my comment but she didn't speak, looking as if she was trying not to lose her count. But as soon as she finished counting the money, she did reply. "This book is so good it's gonna get me fired. It's so good! I love Tianna S. That's my girl!" "Yeah, it's a good book. The sex scenes are crazy." "Well, I'm hooked on it and so are all of my coworkers." "You know, I'm actually a writer too."

The teller looked at me with twisted lips and a smirk on her face, "What books have you wrote? You're not a writer." No, I swear to God, I am. I wrote three books. Actually, that's why I'm in Chicago. I'm from New York but we got a book signing tonight and then a book release party for my new joint I did with The Unit Books." "The Unit? They doing books now too?" "Yup." "Really, so what's your name?"

"Kha'Darious Wright, I wrote-" "Stop lying! Still a Dod, right?" she asked while cutting me off. "Yeah," I replied with a smile. "I so don't believe you. Oh my God! That's one of my favorite books ever. Matter fact, let me see some ID." I started to laugh and I said again that it was really me. "Okay, so if it is then let me see your ID." I reached into my wallet and I took out my driver's license and showed it to her.

"Oh, my God! I can't believe this," she said while smiling from ear to ear. "Kierra Civil, that's you, right?" I asked. The chemistry between me and Kierra was off the meter-at least to me it was-but I was sure that she was feeling me just as much as I was feeling her. She nodded her head, yes. "See, I really was looking at your name tag." I joked and said, "So, Kierra, what are you doing later? Why don't you come to the book signing for my new book; it's gonna be at the Borders in the Gallery at seven o'clock." "Tonight? At the Gallery? That's so funny, because I heard them talking about that on the morning show on the radio." "Yeah, it's tonight. And I already know that you're a reader, so if you don't come I'm really gonna be offended." Kierra laughed and she assured me that she would definitely come through with one of her homegirls.

I took one of her business cards that was on the counter and I took hold of the pen that was also on the counter. I wrote my name and cell phone number on the back of her card and gave it to her. "I know where you work so if you don't show up I'm gonna be back here tomorrow to stalk you and harass you. Here's my number. Call me anytime. Okay?" Kierra smiled and she nodded her head. And then there was this awkward silence. I broke the silence by saying, "My money. You never gave it to me." "Oh! I'm so sorry. I'm really trippin,' " she said while handing me the money. "And don't be giving those strippers all your money either," she joked. "Guilty as charged," I said, smiling. Before turning to leave, I made a phone with my thumb and my index finger and silently mouthed the words call me. Kierra nodded her head and I continued walking out of the bank. And just like that I knew that I had Kierra exactly where I wanted her.