Chapter Three

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Kaylon

"Shay baby"... That had been replaying in my head since Friday... It was Monday. That was crazy, she had me tripping and I barely knew anything about her. It was something about her that drew me in. I just wanted to be around her for some odd ass reason.

"Look at that ass on her. You should be trying to get at Alexis instead of Shayla." Elliot said as he handed me his phone.

On the screen, it was Alexis in a thong bikini with her ass tooted up in the air. She just wasn't my type. I wanted to mess with someone lowkey and knew how to keep their mouth closed about what we had going on. Alexis definitely wasn't that person. Everyone knew who she messed with.

"Nah man. A big ass and pretty face alone doesn't impress me like that." I shook my head and handed him his phone back.

"I'm just saying, Shayla ain't going to give it up nor fuck with you. Her head stuck too far up ass. Like she's too good or sum"

"Nah, nigga she might not fuck with you. Maybe she knows you ain't worth her time."

"You sound like a fucking simp over a bitch you barely know."

For some reason him calling her out her name made my blood boil. I barely knew her.

"Don't call her a fucking bitch, man."

I grabbed my phone and started scrolling through my TL to see someone had a retweeted a photo of her at work with the caption, "just 2 more hours". She had on pink scrubs and her curly hair was pulled into a big bun. The smile on her face could make any man weak...

I zoomed in on the tag she had blurred out on her scrubs. I knew the logo. Winston B. Phillips at East Los Angles Hospital. I should just pop up on her and see what's shes up to.

Shayla

Kaylon had been bugging me to go on a date with him. He literally popped up the hospital with my favorite snacks.. He definitely got that from my Instagram... It was kinda sweet he waited a whole two hours for me to get off at 3 P.M.

Yeah, he was attractive and all. Excuse me fine as hell. It's something about his pink plump lips that did something to me. But, I made a vow to myself I would never get involved with an athlete and I was sticking to it. I liked my privacy. He would just have to accept that.

"No means no, Kaylon." He rolled his eyes at me as he leaned against his G Wagon.

"Why not?" I put my hand on my hip.

"What did I tell you? Plus I don't even know your last name."

That was definitely a lie cause I had looked him up after he came into my store, but he technically had not told me.

"You never gave an exact answer. And it's Daniels. What about as friends?" He grabbed both of my hands and start rubbing my hands with his thumbs.

"Friends huh? Where are we going?"

"To the pier."

That's different. I liked it. He grabbed my hand pulling me to the passenger side of his truck. Being the slick gentlemen that he was, he open the door and made sure I got in before closing the door. I looked around then suddenly I remembered my purse was in car.

"I forgot my purse." How could I forget it?

"You won't need it." He replied backing out of the parking spot. It's something about a man driving that did something to me... It's weird but sexy.. I don't know how to describe it.

"But I don't want you paying for anything." I whined and leaned back as he pulled off.

I'm glad he had dark tint on his windows because we passed by Samuel getting into his car... Wait someone was getting in the passenger side. I could not tell who it was, all I saw was a blonde bob and red scrubs... Who in the hell- Jalisa. He was fucking Jalisa? I could not stand her or her fake boobs. I honestly didn't care, but if you're in a monogamous FWB situation, you should let that person know.

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