Ashanti: A Tale of Dark Love

Moe

2 days later

"This is the store Marc." Peanut said when we pulled up to V's. Peanut, Marcus and I decided to go and see this V chick about my cousin's dress. I came along to keep Marcus from losing his damn mind. Shopping with Peanut was a whole job in itself.

My name is Moses Darvin but everyone calls me Moe. I am 27 years old. My mother and Marc's father were brother and sister. Marc and I have been really close since we were little. When my aunt and uncle died, I saw how hard they had it, so I moved into the house with them to help out.

Marc made me his manager and I took my job seriously. Marc wasn't only my cousin, but he was my best friend and brother. Darla was my little sister and I treated her as such. She hated to be called Peanut, but regardless I never stopped.

I was proud of her and just like Marc she got everything she wanted.

When we walked in and I see this short beauty I wanted her. Standing to my chest I guess she was around 5'6 and to my 6-foot frame, she was just right. She had her hair cut really short and it was dyed red. With her brown skin, small nose, dark brown eyes and thick lips I could imagine waking up to her every night.

When I gave Marc a head nod, he knew that meant I wanted to get to know her. We never went after the same chick. If one of us was feeling a woman, the other backed away.

"Welcome to V's my name is Bianca, how can I help you?" The beauty said to us when she got close to us.

"I am here to see V about a dress I need made for my Senior Prom. My name is Darla."

"Right, it's so nice to meet you Darla. My name is Bianca and I am going to make sure that your prom dress is the best your school has ever seen." She said.

"Are you dad?" She asked me smiling so beautifully.

"Who him? Heck naw. That's my big cousin Moe. But him and my brother Marc think they're my dad." She said pointing between Marc and me.

"I bet they do anything for you. They probably over protective because they love you." Bianca said.

"That's right, and as her big cousin I want to make sure that she has the best. Money is no object." I told her smiling.

"Thank you, Moe." Darla had a huge smile on her face and I knew I made a big mistake.

Three hours later:

Marc and I were still sitting in this damn place waiting on Darla to design her dress. I was so ready to go.

"Uggh! It's been three fucking hours." I said in a whisper to Marc.

"Yea thanks to money is no object." He rolled his eyes.

I couldn't believe that we have been here so long that the store was closing. I decided to go over to where Darla was to see if I could get them to hurry up.

"So, are we done yet?" I asked sitting at the desk.

"You can't rush perfection Moe. But yes, we are done, and I can promise you that you will never see a dress like this, and she will be the most beautiful girl at the prom." Bianca said and winked at me.

When Darla got up and ran over to the sweaters, I took this opportunity to talk to Miss. Bianca.

"Thank you for helping my lil Peanut with her dress. She seems like she is so excited." I told her truthfully.

"Well after she told me that her parents were dead and that you two were raising her, I knew that I wanted to make sure she knew that she was beautiful. I also want to make sure she smiles on that day." It looked like she had tears trying to form in her eyes.

"Do you think one day after work I could take you out?" I finally opened my mouth to say.

She just sat there for a minute and I thought she was going to say no. When a smile crept on her face I smiled back.

"I would love that." She said and pulled out a card.

"Here's my number and make sure you call me." She stood up.

When we walked back over to Darla, we saw Marc and Darla talking to a beautiful woman. Marc was staring really hard at her. I mean it was like he was stuck. Darla and the girl were talking but he was just standing there.

"Hey, I see you two met Ashanti. Moe this is my best friend Ashanti." Bianca said looking at the lady named Ashanti and back at me.

"Nice to meet you." I said. She smiled, and I looked over at Marc who was still standing there looking dumb as hell.

She was looking down like she was nervous about something. I don't know but I think that Miss Bianca and I might do some match making real soon. Before that happens, I want to get to know Miss Bianca for myself.