Trust Issues (URBAN)

Chapter 3: Someone Else?

I walk inside my apartment feeling drain. I unzipped my boots and kick them off to tired to bring them to the room. I walk inside my bedroom and stripped out my clothes and undergarments. I headed into the bathroom and step into the shower. After a few minutes my mind started to replay the moments of tonight. His smile, his humor, his body, and his eyes. Those sexy eyes that held so much trust into them. I turn off the shower and wrap my body and hair with a towel. A few minutes later I walk back into my room, put on my nightgown and lay in bed closing my eyes. Jhay'quan. His name just keep replaying in my head. Fuck. I never trusted a guy in my life. Not even my own father. My last relationship didn't help that case neither. Now I'm laying here thinking bout a nigga that I just met less than twenty four hours ago. I turn in my bed and resting my head on the pillow determine to fall asleep.

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The next morning I woke up from my peaceful slumber dreading getting out of bed. Twenty minutes later I got up and went into the kitchen making myself coffee and toast. I sat on a stool waiting for my breakfast to finish when my phone started ringing. I looked at the caller id seen that it's unknown. normally I would pick it up but I just don't feel like talking. I finish my breakfast and went to take a quick shower. 40 minutes later I was ready for my day dress in a black pencil skirt a red blouse with black 4 inch heels and my hair in a messy bun with a side bang. I grab my purse and headed out the door ready for my job hunt.

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After eight interviews I was tired and hungry as fuck. I walked out the building I was in and decided to call Tracie to see if she can go to lunch with me.

"Hey, Babe."

"Hey Tray. Lets do lunch at that new Italian restaurant."

"I would but-."

"It's on me." I cut her off.

The line went silent then she said, "Alright meet you there in half an hour." we hung up and I headed to my last interview of the day. I walk inside the building and headed toward the front desk.

"Hello, I have an appointment with Mr. Blake." the secretary look up from the computer screen and smiled. "And what is your name?"

"Shanice Jackson." she type something really fast on her keyboard and looked up with a smile. "Yes, Mr. Blake is expecting you. His on the 12th floor last door on your right."

"Thank you." I walk away catching a few lustful looks from the men and step inside the elevator. I got to the 12th floor and went where the lady told me. I knock on the door and heard a loud "come in". I walk inside and was greeted by a Trey Songz look alike. He was dress in a black suit and and red shirt under it and his hair were a load of waves. He had light brown eyes and a hard jaw. And his broad shoulders make him look military style. This is a handsome man.

"Have a seat Ms. Jackson."

I took a seat in front of his desk and cross my leg at the ankle.

"I understand that you're in need of a job and would like to work as my PA."

I nodded my head and said, "That's right."

"All right lets get started."

After that twenty minute interview I headed toward the little Italian restaurant. I walk inside and spotted Tracie sitting near the window. I walk toward her and took a seat.

"So how was it?" she said with a smile.

"They were awful. I never thought that it would be this hard to find a job." I said taking a sip of the drink she had ordered for me.

"Did they at least give you hope?"

"They all said that they would call me to let me know their decision." the waitress came and took our orders. "T I don't know if that's a bad thing or not."

"Well just wait and see. Aren't you tired of your brother paying your bills for you?" I nodded my head and look down at my drink. Ever since I moved here two years ago I couldn't find a job so my brother offered to pay my bills. He is the star quarterback for the Atlanta Falcons. He have been helping stay on my two feet since the incident and I think it's time for me to be independent. 

A few minutes later the waiter brought our food and the smell of pasta hit me in the face making me dizzy. Tray and I dug into our food and kept the conversation light. When I was almost done with my food I notice a couple walking in holding hands from the corner of my eyes. The guy looks very familiar. I fully raised my head and immediately recognize him. Jhay'quan. My stomach did a flip and my hand grabbed onto the table. He has a girlfriend? He didn't look like he had a girlfriend last night when he was kissing and touching all up on me every five seconds. He pulled out a chair for the girl and she sat down crossing her legs. I ain't even gonna front. She's pretty. With her caramel skin color and her hour glass shaped body. She had very expensive weave cascading down her back to her ass crack. She wore a skintight mini pink dress with matching pumps. He smiled at her and she smiled back. I think I'm going to be sick.

"Tracie, I'll be right back." I got up from the table quickly and headed the bathroom. As I went I approach his table and caught his eyes. He smiled at me and I returned it except mine was fake. I quickly hurried pass his table and made my slid inside the bathroom. I walk up to the sink and splash water all over my face causing my mascara to smear. Calm down Shanice. It's not like his your boyfriend or soul mate. So what you guys exchanged numbers and kept each other company last night. It obviously meant nothing to him. I look at myself in the mirror and felt sorry for myself. I knew he had to be a dog. Every men are. And at that moment I promised myself that I would not fall for him. Get your life girl. Your twenty one. Who falls in love nowdays anyways? So  stop stressing over a guy that's clearly not interested. I wiped my face off and left the bathroom. As I pass his table I heard him laughing with the trick in front of him. I went to back to the table and grabbed my purse and folder.

"Tracie, I'm leaving. I'm really tired," I said faking a yawn.

"Yea I think I'm gonna head out too." she grabbed her belongings and headed toward the exit with me on tow. As I exited I felt someone eyes on me and bet cash and gold that it was him.

*PIC OF TRACIE ON THE SIDE*