According to his memory

Chapter 6

CJ Flint

On the home, Mike's words stayed. 

 How many other girls had been in my position? Did he do this with all of them? Was this all a ploy just to get girls?

I decided not to worry much about it as I reached the apartment building that I was learning to call home. It was crazy that we'd only been here a week. I was just happy that it was Friday and I have a date.

I climb the stairs thinking about which dress I should put on. The black one I had worn already in the city but the green was my favorite. It also brought out the green color of my eyes perfectly. Once I reached the door I unlocked it and went to my room. I dug through the unpacked boxes where I knew the dress would be. There it was sitting on top of one of the closed boxes. My hand reaches out to meet the green lace fabric. The nude under the lace on the chest made it seem see through and almost scandalous. That's why it was my favorite it met between sweet and scandalous perfectly. the lace danced up my shoulders as I pulled it onto my body. 

I take a deep breath before picking out nude pumps to go with it. Next I fought my hair up into a messy up do, all the short ends being bobby pinned into the right spots. I double checked my legs to make sure they were as smooth as they could be. Finally, I looked to my face which I applied a natural coat of make up on. The foundation matching to my exact skin color to cover any discolorations. The black mascara on my lashes made my eyes pop, even more with the eyeliner thinly placed. To finalize the look I smoothed a light lip gloss on my lips that curved to a deep cupid's bow. 

I go back to my room to check myself in the full length mirror. Could I pull this off? 

With all the time I took making myself as perfect as I could I heard a knock sound on the door. I hadn't taken that long had I? That would have been five hours. I walk across the hardwood floor to the door, my pumps clicking along the way.

"Hello?" I question as I open the door.

"Hey, Vodka, I 'm sorry about what I said earlier I just- Woah." he ranted slightly before looking up to see me.  "Damn. " he whispered.

"You like?" I ask giving a little twirl  for him to see it all. I turned again and stopped with my exposed back to him, my eyes meeting his. The swoop was so low that I couldn't wear a strapless because it showed in the back. I used on of the suction cup type ones. His mouth dipped open for half a second before shaking his head a little bit as if to clear it. 

"If you were mine- I mean with me, I wouldn't let you out of the house like that." he grumbled like on old man.

"Too bad for you." I tease flattening the edges. "What brings you here?" 

"I wanted to apologize for what I said earlier. It was unprofessional and crossed the line." he sincerely apologized

"How many girls were before me?" I ask quietly. just above a whisper unintentionally showing my nervousness.

"Three. He had three girls before you." he answered knowing it was pointless to lie or try getting around telling me.

My next question was more to prepare myself for the worst, "How did they end?"

"He ended up cheating." Mike looked down as if taking the shame upon himself. "But that doesn't mean that he'll do that to you. I mean, seriously, what man in their right mind would ever cheat on a gorgeous girl like you?" he rhetorically asked then glancing at his watch.

"What time is it?" I ask curiously, "Do you have a hot date?"

"Not tonight." he jokes "I just want to be out of here before Mr. Cleveland shows up."

"Oh, that makes sense." I comment then twiddling my thumbs.

"I'll just have to wait my turn for you, Vodka." He smiles charmingly at me. his blue eyes seeming so much brighter at the sound of my nickname specifically for him.  He turned and walked down the hallway a few steps before turning back to me. and before disappearing he adds,

"I have a feeling you'll be worth the wait."