3DaysLater..
I was back home and feeling healed from the long weekend me and Trey had together. It was just so beautiful. No phones and no work was allowed which made me a little nervous but I got through it.
I chose my venue for my fashion show finally after working through everything. I was going with the ballroom style building with a twist of Vegas to it. That was my theme and my mind was made up but I wanted it to be vantage Vegas.
My doorbell rung making me look down at my phone to se who it was. "What the fuck?" My mind immediatley fills with questions as I seen him rocking side to side waiting for me to come. I got up throwing my robe over my body power walking to the door.
I swung the door open looking at him like he was crazy. "Look, I know this shit seem creepy but I had to come by and check on you. You haven't text me in three days."
"Joseph aint nothing wrong with me. You need to leave! How the hell did you even get into the gate?" He held up a bag of takeout making me shake my head. "As long as you got a purpose your welcomed anywhere." He nervously chuckled as I sat there with a mug. "I know this is totally inappropriate but I needed to see you Olivia."
"Bitch you are hungry, let the man in."
"Hell no! What if he's some type of killer or something?"
"He does look fine girl but you cant let this strange ass nigga in."
"Go around back, Ill meet you." He smiled nodding his head as I closed the door in his face. I wasnt letting him in but he had food and I couldnt turn a man down that has some bomb ass chicken from Joe's. I had a nice layout in my backyard for company so that was the closest he was getting. I jogged down the hall to my bedroom flipping on the light to look for something easy to put on. After I ate I was most defiantly rushing over to call a girls meeting at Justin's place. They were gonna wanna hear about this and why I've been ghost on all they ass for three days.
I slid on the nice cut up jeans and a V-neck pink Polo shirt and my slippers. My hair was staying in this messy bun and I was keeping the little ashy skin.
I walked outside leaning against the door frame watching him set the table. I couldnt lie like it didnt make me smile. The whole pop up thing would've been cute only if I knew him better but I dont, so therefore I'm still keeping an eye open. "You gone stand over there or are you gonna come and eat some of this good ass chicken." I laughed walking up to the table.
"I guess Ill eat some good ass chicken." He chuckled pulling out my seat for me before taking his.
"Again, I do apologize for just popping up but you aint the kind of woman I can just let slip by." "Mm." I chuckled eating a peice of bread and squeezing the pepper over my chicken. "I'm serious, and when I'm serious you'll know." I smirked looking at him as he had this cocky grin on his face. "Well although its creepy still and I know you wont be doing it anymore thanks for bringing food. I've been in front of my computer screen getting models together." He lightly laughed pouring me a cup of lemonade.
"What do you need models for?" "I'm a designer and I've been working on building this brand for a few years now and now I finally have the opportunity. So I got my venue, theme, now I need models and other little things in between." He nodded his head taking a sip of his drink.
"So what do you do outside of Uber driving?" I really hopped his nigga had a real life. "I'm in the works of owning my own night club, me and my sister are starting one together. We already have the building and the big things that go along with it. I Uber drive because I'm bored." I leaned back in my seat heightening my eyebrows making him laugh. "Well excuse me then." I chuckled glad to hear that.
