December 26, 1996.
Genesis ran her fingers through her strawberry red hair as the sound of overplayed Christmas music played softly in the background. She was relaxing in her jacuzzi tub, indulging in a well needed bubble bath. It was the day after Christmas but there was still Christmas spirit around her home. Her daughter and her attractive boyfriend had left earlier so she took this time to free her mind and smoke some cigarettes. She sunk deep into the water and closed her eyes as her fingers roamed her private areas. Opening her legs a bit she slowly stuck her index finger into her-
Ring! Ring! Gen's eyes flew open at the sound of her telephone going off besides her. Blowing out a frustrating sigh she picked up the phone and put it to her ear.
"Is this my sweet baby Ellë?" The deep voice similar to Barry White said into the phone, calling her by her middle name. Pulling the phone away from her ear she looked at it like it was crazy. "Who is this?"
"Oh so you don't remember me?" He said again making her sit up in her tub. "No I don't and I will appreciate it if you quit playing on my phone."
The man chuckled and ran his fingers through his beard. This was the Ellë he remembered, the feisty one. Not whoever 'Genesis' was.
"Guess." He was getting a kick out of messing with her. He missed times like these. She kissed her teeth. "Bye nigga!" As she was about to hang up he stopped her. "Wait wait. I'm kidding baby. It's me, Cj."
She scrunched up her face in disgust. "Cj? As in-"
"Yeah as in that Cj." He answered knowing exactly what she was going to say. "How you been? I miss you. You don't call a nigga no more."
"Boy fuck off. You knew exactly what it was." Cj kissed his teeth. "Yeah 'ight shorty. You wasn't talking allat shit a couple weeks ago when I was in between ya' thighs."
"That was months ago Cj. We can no longer be whatever we were. Sorry. Just not gonna happen." She closed her eyes reminiscing about the young man. Too bad he had to go and fuck shit up.
"Damn shorty it's like that?" He raised his eyebrow. "I put my whole relationship onna line for you and this how you gon' do a nigga?"
"Yeah I'm sorry about you and my daughter but that's just life, toodles." She quickly hung up the phone and placed it on the floor so she could continue her bath. As the Whitney Houston song was fading off, her door bell rang.
"Damn!" She cussed out loud as she drained out the water and got out the tub. She put her hair into a ponytail before slipping on her red robe and exiting her bathroom. Once she got to the front door she opened it without looking through the peep hole and was greeted by none other than the man himself, Mason.
"Sorry did I bother you?" Mason asked as he looked at her comfortable attire and her wet hair. "No. Come in." She stepped to the side and licked over her lips as Mason walked into the foyer of her home. "Let me take that coat off for you." She came up from behind him and slowly took his coat off, inhaling his strong cologne. This has to be polo.
"Thank you." He said as he began taking off his Jordan's. "I got those too." She bent down the untie his shoe laces and took off his shoes one by one.
"You didn't have to do that." She smiled up at him. "Your a guess in my house Mason. I want you be as comfortable as possible." Placing the shoes in her arm she stood up so they were nearly inches apart. She could feel his heart rate increasing as she stared at him. No. Not today. Not yet. She warned herself.
