Curves

Part 2: Good Time

Alana:

As Malcom drove my mind roamed. I mean why wouldn't it? For starters I'm going to my boss' house to meet his wife and their family for dinner. Not to mention, everyone around the office knows of my hatred for Malcom, including his father.

My body tensed, and there I sat uncomfortable and yearning for something to soothe this feeling. I guess Malcom noticed my body expression and entangled his hand with mine and gave it a tight squeeze.

"Whats wrong LeeLe?" He asked once we reached a red light.

"LeeLee? Who the hell is LeeLee?"

"Just a nickname I made up for you."

"Oh god no. I hate nicknames. Especially LeeLee. That's my sister's name."

"Everybody has a nickname LaLa," he said glancing at me. "For instance, mines is daddy." He added with a smirk.

"Daddy my ass. You're Malcom."

"And you're LaLa."

"Whatever asshole."

"Mk beautiful."

I turned towards the window and a deep blush rose to my cheeks.

Malcom doesn't have to know about this.

"Anyway, how should I address your mom?"

"If she likes you, she'll ask you to call her, La'Montavia or Tae. If she doesn't, you'll have to stick with our last name."

"You have this down to a science. How many women have you brought home to your mother anyway? Twenty? Thirty? I be seeing all those women go in and out of your office, when you think that you're slick."

He smirked before replying, "Kept tabs? Someone sounds a little jealous."

"Jealous? Of missing the bullet of becoming HIV+, I love and deeply respect those who have a disease and thug it out, but me-- Alana Mercede Taylor? That was cute."

Malcom began laughing and I gotta' admit, his laugh is A1, its deep and masculine. Plus, his dimples.

Just how I like it...

The fuck? We don't like him Alana. Dinner at his parents that's all. Nothing more, nothing less.

And with that I went silent for the rest of the ride.

At our destination..

Malcom checked his phone before jogging over to my side and opening up my door.  

"Thank you."

"No Problem. Ready?"

"Yeah. Do I look alright?"

"You look perfect LaLa. Beautiful actually."

I blushed and once again my hand find its way into his and we headed towards the front door.

While we waited at the door, I took this time to take in my surroundings. This house was amazing. The grass was as green, and seemed untouched. The house looks like the size of a mansion.

"This the house you grew up in?"

"When pops business finally took off, we moved in here. So if you're asking have I always had this rich lifestyle, the answer is no."

The front door opened and a young lady, dressed to impress was a understatement. She was beautiful, size 14 hips, and beautiful facial features. From the asian eyes, and the pretty nose, down to the way her lips fit right under her nose.