Lucas' POV
"This day was something to remember. I got a new position at the Veterinarian hospital in downtown Miami. Finally got settled into my newly bought house. And I met the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Her beautiful cinnamon brown skin glowing oh so naturally. Her mahogany eyes twinkling as she looked up at me as we spoke. The way her scrubs hugged her admirable curvy yet, pudgy body. The way she walked. My oh my. She made me drool. Not in lust, but in curiosity. I wonder about her. Wonder what she likes and dislikes. What her favorite color is or where she spends her free time. She seems interesting.
People assume things about me a lot. Like the simple thought that since I'm a 6"4 guy who's built the way that I am, that I pull all of the ladies. I will admit, I used to. Back in my late high school/early college days. But that's not me anymore. I've been searching for a queen. A gir- no- A WOMAN who I can spend the rest of my life with. That I can cook for and wait on hand and foot. That I can worship like the queen she is. Take her places that she has never seen or never thought she would. I wanted that. I craved that. Don't get me wrong. Seeing Ms. Monroe gaze up at me from the angle she was as she sat on the marble counter in the lobby did somewhat make me slightly fantasize about how she'd look performing oral sex on me but I snapped out of that. I want to learn more about her. I want to study her."
I closed my journal. I wrote in it everyday, so that one day, if I wanted to write a biography about myself, I'd have all my material already written. I lied back into the desk chair where I basically lived. Constantly writing, constantly thinking, constantly trying to figure out new ways to help the poor animals I worked with. But that day, my mind was occupied. She was swimming through my head like a Tetra in a fish tank. I remembered every little feature. From her lengthy 4c hair to her slight dimples that showed when she'd smile to her luxurious curves. God, I never wanted someone so bad. I had to learn more about her.
I picked up my phone and called my brother, he was a retired computer analysis for the FBI. He was so good, that he was capable to retire at the booming age of 45. Anyway, I invited him over to my place asking him to bring all of his equipment.
"So, what is it now?" He asked, placing all of his things neatly onto my kitchen table.
"I need you to do me a favor. It's urgent." I said pulling a chair over next to his.
"I don't like the sound of that." He jokingly said. "What is it?" He added.
"I need to you to look up someone. Like a background check but really deep. Can you do that?" I asked.
"You underestimate me, little brother." He said just going berserk with his fast typing.
"What's the name?" He asked me.
"Delilah. Delilah Monroe." I answered, staring at the screen.
"Oh wow, she's gorgeous." He said, looking at her I.D picture before typing again.
"I know. Now, what does it say?" I demand.
"Well, she's 22, birth date is February 27th, about 175 pounds, 5 foot 5 inches, blood type is O Negative. Shall I go on, Creep?" He continued with the jokes.
"Just tell me more damnit." I chuckled.
"She's from Fort Lauderdale, lives there still. She has a pet snake who apparently, his name is Sylvester. She's been working at the clinic for 3 going on 4 years. Graduated from Dixon University early." He said.
"How early?" I asked.
"15. She skipped two grades. Has an 4.0 I.Q score. She drives a Creme 2016 Kia Soul and also owns an orange Harley." He added.
"One more thing." He rolled his eyes. "Can you give me her phone number?" I mumbled.
"Ugh. You're such a damn pervert." He shook his head.
"Please. I- I have to get to know her, and I can't just do that through work." I slightly begged.
He sighed. "Fine. This is the last time I'm doing this." He growled, enlarging her number so that I could write it down.
I happily saved her number under "Mystery Woman" even though I just found out a mass amount about her. My brother left and I sat on my burgundy leather couch and contemplated: Should I call her? Should I really take this one step further?
I perked up. Finally hitting the call button. It rang for a while before she picked up.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Um hi. Is this Delilah?" I kind of muttered.
"Yes. This is her. May I ask who you are?" She questioned. My hands became sweaty.
"Its Lucas... From the clinic." I answered.
"OH!" She said excitingly. It made me smile. "Um, how are you?" She asked.
"I'm well. And yourself?" I lied back further into the couch.
"I'm okay, just chillin' like a villain." I could here her face palm the same way she did earlier that day.
"What did I tell you about doing that?" I said. She sighed, but in a good way as if she had a smile plastered across her face.
"I- I'm sorry." She giggled. "Wait. How did you get my num- never mind, it doesn't matter." She giggled again. Her voice was so breathtaking, it sent chills down my spine.
We talked for about an hour on the phone. I complimented her a thousand times although, she kept brushing them off with the constant mentioning of her insecurities. We hung up on terms that she invited me over to cook dinner for the two of us sometime that week. I smiled. A hard ass smile. Somewhat like a child who woke up to 20 gifts under the Christmas tree.
I texted my brother thanking him for the work he had done. I know I know, you're probably thinking that it was really invading of me to have him searching through her privacy like that, but I had to. I needed to. It was necessary.
Now. Now we wait.
