Independent

"Independent do you know what that mean?

Independent do you know what that mean?
She got to her own house
She got her own car
Two jobs work hard you a bad broad
If you ain't on sit down

If you ain't on sit down

If you ain't on sit down

If you ain't on sit down" Independent by Webbie

The next morning, my sore body protest just the thought of my boxing class, so I skipped it. Instead, I stayed in bed and called Christian back. He left me messages and texts the night before that I ignored. I knew I needed to talk to him, but part of me hoped he was too busy to answer. He answered on the third ring.

"Hey. Good morning." I forced out cheerfully.

"Is it a good morning?" Christian question.

"So far so good. How bout you?"

"I don't know. You've been hard to reach lately. Is there a reason for that?"

I flushed thinking about Uriel and the night before...

"No. Just busier than usual." I answered, casually.

"It has nothing to do with the interview Sammy posted?"

"No. It doesn't matter what she posts."

"It matters to me because it makes it seems like there is something going on between me and Keosha and that I don't have time for a relationship. I'm sorry I didn't give you a heads up about it."

"Christian, we're not in a committed relationship. You have nothing to be sorry about. I get it." I said firmly. I really wasn't upset if he was seeing someone else, especially after last night.

"I don't think you do." He started.

"So explain it to me."

"The way I portray myself in the media is not real. Letting the public believe whatever I want is how I keep a somewhat private live. I don't want you to see a video or hear something online and believe it. I need you to trust that what I tell you is the truth." He explained.

"I'll trust what you tell me unless you give me a reason not to." I said truthfully.

"Fair enough and I never will." Christian stated. "There's nothing going on with Keosha. As far as me not having time for a relationship, you already know I'll make time for you."

"Ok."

"So you really weren't upset about the interview?"

"Not the interview itself like Sammy intended, but I was definitely annoyed with you and Sammy being petty." I admitted.

"I wasn't trying to be petty though. I don't understand how she can dislike me when she doesn't know me." Christian argued.

"Sammy made me promise not to date Trevor before we got together. It's how she is: stubborn, unreasonable and petty. That's why I told you to ignore her. She will out petty you."

"I'm not petty. I was trying to give her some shine. Get her to change her opinion on me."

"She's not the one getting to know you. I am. My opinion is the only one that matters." I told him.

"So what's your opinion on me so far?" Christian asked me.

"Hmmm... You're super talented and charming, and extremely generous and handsome... Those kinda balance out your petty side..." I trailed off.

Christian chuckled at me. "Yo, I'm not petty!"

"Yes you are!" I laughed at him.

After my talk with Christian, I got up to get ready for work. When I saw Adil waiting for me, I knew it was bad news. He informed me that not only were we going to accelerate Paul Bolen's treatment like Dennison wanted, but he would be having his rehabilitation in the morning with Dr. Clayton from now on.

I didn't say anything negative about Adil's decision, but he must have been able to read the disdain on my face. He pointed out how since the closing shift was understaffed, moving clients around was for the best. He told me our main goal was to get our clients healthy and while we might not always agree, we had to work as a team to accomplish our goal.

As much as Adil changing the rehab plan and schedule sucked, it was harder telling Fallon about it. When I informed her later that evening, I could see her deflate and the disappointment etched on her face. I told her to stick to her gut, and this is what happened. It made me feel awful that I didn't know what else I should tell her.

Wednesday morning, Richard and his crew were coming over to start the slate patio. When Richard arrived, I had donuts and coffee already sat out for them before I got ready to leave to make up the boxing class I missed.

"Hey, do you know your roommate's gym schedule? I haven't seen Dominic in weeks." I asked him

"Eh, he's not my roommate anymore so I have no idea." Richard answered.

"What? What happened?" I asked him.

"Nothing happen. It was just time... We  needed to move on, get our own space, ya know what I mean?" He shrugged.

"I know exactly what you mean. I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T, do you know what that means?" I sang and did a little dance.

"Please stop." He smiled.

"Never!" I proclaimed before I headed out.

At the gym, I was happy to see Dominic was back. I mentioned how hard moving was so I understood why he hadn't been around the gym. His face twisted up momentarily before he left to the men's locker room. He didn't work out in his father's class so that was the last time I saw him. His reaction was so abrupt, it made me question Richard flimsy reason to why Dominic moved out.

When I got back home, Richard and his crew already started to dig up the yard where the patio would be. I showered and got ready for work, giving them a wave before I left. I wanted to press a little more about why Dominic moved, but I left it alone. I figured if either one wanted to talk to me about it, they would have. It wasn't my business, so I stayed out.

After I came home from work, I went outside and saw that the slate patio was done. I took a video and pictures of their work before sitting in one of my patio chairs. I checked my social media, my stomach doing little flops when I saw Uriel tagged me in a post of Instagram.

With everything else going on, I hadn't thought of my great escape or how Uriel taken it. I looked at the picture to discover my name was tagged with a number of people on an ad for the St. Patrick's Day parade this weekend. St. Patrick's Day was the end of next week, but apparently the parade would be the weekend before.

Intrigued by the post, I called Monica to talk about it. I filled her in on what Adil decided before bringing up the parade.

"I saw a post about the St. Patty's Day Parade. Are you going?"

"Every year since Mark Cuban decide to sponsor it." She confirmed.

"Sounds fun..."

"It's fun, if you like standing around drinking in the heat, or rain, or both, while random floats drive by." Monica said, unenthusiastically.

"Tell me how you really feel Monica."

"It's the truth! Then we do a bar crawl on Greenville... after we spent the whole day drinking. It's kinda offensive if you think about it: drinking to celebrate a saint?"

"But he's Irish."

"That's even worse Lily!"

"I'm joking." I laughed.

"Are you coming?"

"I don't know. Are you going to try to set me up with Uriel again?" I brought him up, seeing if he asked about me. Maybe he tagged me because he wanted me to see it and go...

"Urgh. Never again. That back fired on me. He's bringing a Mavs dancer with him just to piss me off."

A small part of me was a little offended he moved on to the next so fast, but I pushed it aside, reminding myself it was a one night stand. Why would he want to see me again? He probably tagged everyone in his generic post.

"Next time you try to set someone up, ask their permission first. It might go smoother." I said, lightly.

"Yeah sure." She brushed me off. "So are you coming or not? We already rented out an apartment with a wraparound balcony. Always plenty of food and drinks. I'll let you know the address if you wanna stop by."

"Really? You were just complaining like you had to be outside in the heat." I exclaimed.

"The balcony is just as bad!" She whined.

"I'm hanging with my friends this weekend and I have no idea what they wanna do." I said, politely.

"Let me know. You all are welcome to stop by."

"Will do. Bye Monica."

Thursday, Amber was still trying to get everyone on the same page of what we were doing. Mia was under the assumption it was a girls only weekend, which Dino had a problem with because she wanted to spend time with Jake on one of her rare off days from school and work. Sammy had a gig Saturday night she had to at least set the girls up at, Rocky only wanted to go out to eat so no bars, clubs or lounges and Gigi didn't care as long as she didn't have to drive. 

Amber saw the post of the parade on Instagram that Uriel tagged me in and asked me about it. I told her everything Monica told me and she came up with a perfect plan: the parade during the day with just us girls, food at wherever Rocky wanted to go after, and the bar crawl in Greenville that everyone, including boyfriends, could come to. Amber sent the text to everyone, letting them know it was the plan.

By Friday, Richard and his crew had the pergola done too. It looked amazing- even without the plants it gave me serious tropical vacation vibes. I absolutely loved it. I took videos and pictures and invited them out for a drink on Saturday to celebrate their hard work. They agreed and I told Richard I would send him the information once I had it.

Saturday morning, I woke up and started to get ready for the parade. I looked casual but cute in white four leaf clover tank, ripped skinny jeans, a black jacket and olive Ugg boots. I straighten my hair and place it in two twin top knots. I applied a metallic green smokey eye with a nude lip on my fully made up face. Loving my look, I took a few selfies with Justine as I waited for Forrest to pick me up. He was driving Rocky and me to the dart rail station by the parade where we were all meeting up.

"Lily's got your folding chair. Remember to rest." Forrest told Rocky as he dropped us off. "Blake and I will be at the end of the parade route. If you're ready to leave at anytime let me know."

"Ok." Rocky nodded, leaning over to kiss him goodbye.

"Don't try to do too much." He continued.

"I won't." Rocky said, giving me a look to help her out.

"I told Monica I had a preggo with me that might need a bedroom in the apartment they rented. Monica already reserved it for her so that's where we'll be." I assured Forrest.

"I don't need a damn bedroom. Let me live!" Rocky snapped, as she wobbled out the car. She pulled her white and green stripped shirt over her hips, scowling underneath her four leaf clover newsboy hat.

"Let me live!" I mimicked her as I hopped out the car. Forrest gave me a little grin as I grabbed the folding chair he got for Rocky and slung it on my back.

"But for real, I'm not leaving her side so you can relax. I'll call you when we're settled." I promised.

"Ok. Have fun."

We found Sammy and Sofia already waiting for us in their car. Sammy looked chic in a dark green romper and heels while Sofia wore a green sweater dress. Sammy and I greeted each other cordially, but Rocky's meaningful glance let me know she could tell something was off between us. I ignored it in favor of having a good time. Staci, Amber, Gigi and Mia arrived next, looking like they were ready to get the party started in Silly St. Patrick's Day shirts, green bows and hat, and make-up and hair flawless. We all took pictures and chatted as we waited for Jordan and Dino. Jordan showed up next, but when we were 30 minutes past out meeting time, Amber called Dino.

"She slept late. She's going to meet us for lunch instead." Amber informed us.

Staci looked concerned while Mia just rolled her eyes and headed for the crowd. It was still technically morning, but music thumped from speakers, drinks were everywhere and people were dancing and playing games along the route of the parade even though it was another hour before it started.

The original plan was to head to the apartment, hang until the parade started and make our way back to the street, but the girls were having too much fun dancing and hanging out with people in the crowd. I was too until Rocky requested her folding chair.

"Here. Sit. I'm going to round up the girls so we can go to the apartment." I told her.

20 minutes later, I found everyone but only Jordan, Gigi and Rocky wanted to go to the apartment. The apartment was only a 15 minute walk and I called Monica once we made it. Trent came down to retrieve us, and I gave him a warm smile before we headed up.

The apartment was filled with around 15-20 people, some I recognized from their Christmas party. As tall as Uriel was, I spotted him right away, talking to a leggy red head I was sure was his dancer. I ignored him and introduced my friends to Monica. Rocky and Ace were the topic of conversation with all the women, so I let her fill them in on how far along she was while I grabbed her all the non-alcoholic drink options available.

"Thirsty?" A deep voice I instantly recognized asked from behind me.

"Nope. That's your date!" I quipped before turning to face Uriel. He was wearing a long sleeve Mavericks collar t-shirt and relaxed, worn jeans that looked tailored to his tall, lean frame...

Fuck. Stupid Midori shots had me checking him out instead of ignoring him.

"My date?" He asked, lifting an eyebrow at me.

"Nothing. Excuse me." I said, nodding away his offer of help as I side stepped him.

"Lilac." He called after me.

I whipped my head around, glaring at him. "LILY."

"Right. It's the purple hat again."

"I'm wearing all green."

"No. You left your purple hat at my place-" he started.

"Just trash it." I instructed him before walking off.

I delivered the food and drinks to Rocky who was sitting in a reclining chair.

"Who was that?" Jordan asked me, nodding in Uriel's direction who now had the redhead back by his side.

"Nobody. He just wanted to know where I got the sparkling water." I lied.

We ended up watching the parade from the balcony. It wasn't as lively as the crowd on the street, but it was still fun. We even called Blake and Forrest to join us. I could tell Uriel and Forrest recognized each other on the balcony. Forrest gave me a questioning look while Uriel hid a smile behind a beer bottle when he saw Forrest's arm around Rocky.

When the parade ended, I asked Monica where they were meeting for the bar crawl.

"Right here. A party bus is taking us down Greenville." She told me.

"That's not technically a crawl."

"I don't crawl in Saint Laurent Lily." Monica clucked at me.

I laughed. "Alright. Maybe I'll see you later. I'll be crawling in my knock offs. Thanks for having us!" I said before we left.

We met up with the other girls, but since we already ate, we didn't feel like going out to eat. Amber was disappointed we were separating again, but Rocky solved that by saying we could all get ready and pregame at her house. We all planned to take an Uber to Greenville anyway so that worked out. I dropped by my house to let Justine outside, refill her food and water bowl and grab my clothes for the night before heading to Rocky's house. Once we got there, Forrest and Rocky retired to the bedroom, Jordan and Blake to the guest/nursery room and I took the couch as we all took a nap.

I woke up with enough time to hit a liquor store. When I got back, everyone was up and I made us drinks while Rocky sipped a decaffeinated green tea latte I got her from Starbucks. I turned on some music and we danced and sang as we got ready. I was working on my hair when Amber, Gigi, Mia and Staci arrived. I went into the living room to finish while they took the guest room.

I pulled a small section of my hair in a top knot but left the rest down in a half up half down style.  My make-up was more subtle, natural colors with a peach colored lipstick. I wore a camouflage sweatshirt dress and tan knee high sock boots. I was debating jewelry when Rocky lent me a black and gold choker.

"Gold hoops?" I suggested.

Rocky nodded, stretching on the couch. "That dress is too cute Jordan."

I nodded my agreement at Jordan's mint green asymmetrical hem dress.

"Thank you. Blake picked it out." Jordan beamed.

I smiled, suppressing my eye roll. She talked about Blake all the time now. It was cute in the beginning, but I was waiting for the engagement buzz to fade off. I looked up to see Rocky lost in thought.

"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned.

"Going out, getting drunk, I'll never have that again." She lamented.

"What? Yes you will. As soon as you pop him out. That weekend. Pump some milk and we're gone."

She smiled but shook her head. "No. Even if I did, I'll be out, thinking about Ace, wondering if he's ok, if he needs me, who's watching him. That freedom is gone knowing I have someone dependent on me."

"True but think at what your gaining: all those first, cuddles, that new baby smell..." Jordan added. "I absolutely can't wait to have a kid with Blake."

"And besides, when you had the freedom, you didn't like getting sloppy or childish anyway." I reminded Rocky.

"You're right but at least I had the choice."

Mia and Amber emerged from the guest room, both in mini skirts and drunkenly dancing, looking for more Whiskey.

"They all have kids besides Gigi. You still have the choice." I said.

Rocky shook her head at them, giving them a disgusted look. "You know what? I'm over going out and being drunk and childish. You have fun."

I giggled at her before we all got ready to leave. Staci and I joined Jordan and Blake in his car. Blake was graciously being designated driver for the evening. Once Amber's Uber arrived, we took off. I text Richard the address on the drive.

We got dropped off outside of some club on Greenville that Reggie, Jasmine's on and off boyfriend was spinning at. Once we got inside, Dino, Jake, Brandon, Malik, Collin, Taylor, Omar, Jocelyn and another girl I didn't recognize were a table. We sat at the reserved table next to it.

"There you are!" Mia exclaimed over the music at Dino. "You were able to get off of his dick long enough to hang out with us?"

Dino sent her a withering stare. "Don't take it out on me that my bother doesn't want you on his anymore. I told you what would happen!!!" Dino said loudly.

I totally pretended like I didn't hear any of their back and forth as I took a seat across from them and pulled out my phone. Richard said he was on the way, which was music to my ears. I just wanted to dance and have fun. Normally I would with Staci, but she was meeting up with a guy she met on Tinder at the bar. Amber dragged Mia to the dance floor with Gigi to diffuse the tension. I could have joined them but Mia's energy always put me off on her. Jordan had Blake, and Sammy would arrive soon but things were so awkward with her I didn't want to deal with it. Everyone else was cool, but Brandon seemed uncomfortable with my presence that I didn't really interact with anyone else so I anxiously waited for Richard and his crew.

I ordered 4 Jamison and ginger ale and green beers while I waited. By the time the waitress brought them back, Richard sent a text asking where we were. I walked towards the entrance until I saw him with 2 of the guys that helped finished my backyard. I waved them over before grabbing Richard's arm and leading him to the table.

"We match!" I pointed to his camo military style jacket.

"I see that. You look great." Richard smiled.

"Thanks! So do you!" When we got to the table, I made him take a picture with me.

"First round on me!" I told all of them, pointing out their drinks. "Cheers!"

"To what?" Richard asked in my ear.

"My backyard!" I cheered.

"That's work we don't wanna cheer for work." Bill shook his head.

"Alright, to being I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T..."

"Do you know what that means!" Richard sang along with me before I burst out laughing. We all drank to that.

"What's so funny over there?" Jake asked us.

"I don't even know." Richard chuckled at me.

"Independence! Freedom!" I cheered.

"You got the wrong holiday Lily." Malik grinned at me.

"Oh no. Everyday is a holiday when you're not bogged down by bullshit... Or when you drink about a bottle of Midori by yourself." I exaggerated.

"A bottle? Are you ok?" Richard asked, concerned.

"Yes. I'm great. I need to dance it off." I wiggled in my chair.

"C'mon then." Richard downed his drink. He took mine, downed it too before holding out his hand for me.

We found a spot on the dance floor and started to dance. I was definitely doing the most with my dance moves, rubbing my body against his and singing along flirtatiously. When Low Life came on, I declared it me and Richard's song considering we were "camo'd all out" like the Weenknd sang. Richard recorded us singing along to the lyric together. We danced and sang until we were exhausted, so we headed back to the table, needing a rest.

When we got back to the table, I saw Sammy and Corey arrived. I gave Corey a wave and a smile as Sammy continued to play on her phone. I was surprised to see Dominic with Mia. She was twerking and grinding all over his lap like there was nobody else in the room. She had absolutely no shame, especially when Dino made it sound like he dumped her.

"You wanna get outta here?" Richard asked me.

I was surprised. He never came on to me so blatantly before. I mean, yeah, he had, but not like he really meant it. I could tell by his eyes he really wanted to leave. I thought it over briefly. He was fun, we had a great time together, and I've always found him attractive. Yeah, Bianca told me not to date him, but it wouldn't be dating. More like friends with benefits. I could use one of those and if it didn't work out, we weren't super close. I could cut him off, no problem.

"Yeah." I nodded. "Let's get out of here." I agreed.

I told Jordan I was going and she and Blake were ready to go too. I hugged them both goodbye before I said goodbye to everyone else. Sammy finally acknowledged me, giving me a stunned look for leaving with Richard. I disregarded her. Richard led me out of the club and I followed until I felt a tug on my arm. I turned to see Jake.

"Let me talk to you before you leave." He said in my ear.

I gave him a weird look but I motioned to Richard that I'll met him outside. I followed Jake to a quiet hallway that lead to the bathroom.

"Don't go home with Richard." He told me sternly.

"What!" I blushed hard, embarrassed that he knew what we were doing and outraged he thought he had a say on whether it would happen. "Seriously, what's wrong with you? Go Christian Grey your girlfriend!"

"Lily, I can't get into this with you right now. You know me. You don't know him. I'm telling you you don't wanna go there with him. " Jake urged me.

"Whatever Jake. Goodnight." I said, leaving. 

I didn't have time to think about the audacity of his demand. I was too busy trying to find Richard. When he was nowhere to be found, I pulled out my phone. I had a few missed texts but I started with Richard's.

Richard: Sorry Lily. I headed out. I'll talk to you soon. Get home safe.

Get home safe? The fuck? And now I couldn't go back into the club because then Jake would feel like he stopped me. Fuck!!!

Thankfully, Monica sent me the location of the Party bus. I gave her a call to see where they were at.

"Same place. We just parked on Greenville and have a party on the bus."

"Ok. Look out for me because I'm heading your way."

It was a few blocks away, but I hurried over, pretending I was talking on my phone the whole time- that made me feel safer all alone late at night on a crowded street.

When I saw the massive bus, music blaring, I picked up my pace towards it. Monica was waiting for me by the door.

"Lil!!!" She screamed, clearly intoxicated.

"MonMon!!!" I screamed back the moniker the WAGS gave her: short for Money Monica as they thought she was bougie. I was starting to see why. 

"I hate that nickname!" She wrinkled her nose up at me as we made our way past the bodies on the bus. We reached a seat next to Trent and she let me sit by him while she got comfortable in his lap. I tried my hardest to ignore the awareness through my body when I spotted Uriel across from us. I turned my body and head towards Monica and Trent.

"What is Lily short for?" Monica continued to yell at me even though it was unnecessary.

"Lilac." Trent teased me.

"Lillian. No fucking Lilac." I said, refusing to look at the originator of that stupid name.

"I love Lilacs. They're pretty." Another voice added. I looked up to see the same fucking redhead smiling over at us. She was standing in front of Uriel, who I couldn't help looking at now. Dark khakis with a moss green Henley made him look even more incredible; which was not helpful at all considering I knew how incredible he was without his clothes.

"So are Lilies." I dismissed her, turning my attention away again.

Monica gave an obvious eye roll and she asked me where I've been. I told her the club we went to and the type of music they were playing while out the corner of my eye I watched Uriel. He pulled redhead to him. When I saw their faces get close, I looked up and gazed at them. I was shocked when I saw Uriel returning my stare. He was hugged up close to her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, but his eyes were locked on mine. I should have been offended for her or disgusted by his leer, but it was having the complete opposite effect on me...

Redhead pulled away, and that's when I tore my eyes from Uriel's to notice she was glaring at me.

"I'm leaving!" She hissed at Uriel before she stalked off.

"Oh no! Wait happened?" Monica asked in mock concern. "Is it pass her curfew?!?"

She missed the entire interaction- she only looked up when redhead left. Trent, on the other hand, shook his head at Uriel and me.

"You should go after her." I told Uriel.

"I'm where I want to be." He told me, sending me a smoldering look that had my body clenching in arousal. "You want anything?" He asked, suggestively.

"I don't know. Let me see what you have." I said boldly.

"The bar's up front!" Monica told me.

I got up and followed him to the front. Instead of going toward the mini bar set up, he led me to the stairs out the bus. He grabbed my hand, helping me down each one. The second my feet were on solid ground outside, he pushed me up against the bus and leaned against me. 

Once I felt the heat from his body pour into mine from where we touched, I groaned out loud. I couldn't help myself; I threw my arms around his neck, stood up on my tip toes and pulled his head down for a hungry kiss.

He kissed me back, briefly before pulling away.

"You want to come home with me?" He asked gravelly, his hands caressing the only skin I had exposed- the small gap between the top of my boots and the bottom of my dress.

"Yes..." I panted, trying to bring his lips back to mine.

"Are you going to spend the night this time? No sneaking out?" He continued, working me into more of a frenzy as one hand slid up my dress to grip my ass.

"Yes." I murmured, kissing his chest, neck cheek... Anywhere my lips could touch.

"What was that?" He said, pressing me against him as he thrust forward so I could feel how hard he was.

"Yes! I'll stay as long as you want me to!" I swore, my breathing erratic as my desire for him grew.

Uriel gave me a devastatingly sexy grin before pulling away completely. He grabbed my hand and said as he pulled me away, "Let's start with a night and go from there."

Cake by the Ocean

Mini-post

"Waste time with a masterpiece,
don't waste time with a masterpiece
You should be rolling with me, you should be rolling with me
You're a real life fantasy, you're a real life fantasy
But you're moving so carefully; let's start living dangerously
Talk to me, baby
I'm going blind from this sweet, sweet craving, whoa
Let's lose our minds and go fucking crazy
Ah ya ya ya ya I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean" Cake by the Ocean by DNCE

"I have a confession to make." Uriel told me as he led us into his condo. He lived only 20 minutes away from me. He did not live in the same residential area as me but he wasn't that far from the Shops of Legacy where I celebrated my birthday.

"What is it?" I asked, my eyes quickly examining his darkened living room. I could make out a matching living room set, glass coffee table and a huge plasma before turning back to face him.

"I don't have any cake." He said, taking long strides to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and searched inside. "I'm not big on sweets but I have Greek yogurt, fresh fruit and sweet potatoes. I might have a breakfast bar."

"Do you really think I came over here for cake?" I asked, hiding my nerves behind a smile.

He gave me a knowing look. "I was hoping not. Do you want a drink?"

"No. I'm good."

"Come here and tell me what you came over for." He suggested leaning against the counter in the kitchen, watching as I still stood in the doorway.

I took a deep breath before making my way over to him. "Do I really need to say it?" I asked, with fake bravado as I stood in front of him.

"Yes..." He said, grabbing my hand to pull me even closer. "We need to be on the same page." He took my purse from my hand and set it on the counter. His fingertips then traced the back of my hand and up my arms, sending tingles all over my body.

When his fingers reached my shoulder, he removed my jacket. The tingles intensified when he lifted my hand to his lips and followed the same path as his fingers with his mouth. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his kisses on the back of my hand, around my wrist and up my forearm.

"Tell me what you want." He demanded, sucking the crook of my elbow.

My knees weakened and I blurted out, "I wanna fuck you."

A snicker escaped his lips and he turned his mouth away in an attempt to hide it. Humiliated by my outburst and his response, my eyes snapped open and I began to pull away.

"No. Don't." One of his arms snaked around my waist to hold me in place.

I fidgeted in his embrace. "Stop. We're definitely not on the same page if you think I'm a joke."

"You're not a joke." He said, caressing my back, soothingly. When I relaxed, he moved his mouth back to my arm. "I didn't expect that from you.." He explained between kisses.

"What were you expecting?" I asked, trying to keep my defenses up as his kisses moved to my shoulder.

"For you to tease me like you did on your birthday..." He said as he kissed the strap of my tank top. "Play coy like you did at the Lexus event..." He paused as he nipped at my neck. I couldn't help the shiver that ran through my body. "Or bludgeoned me into submission like you did earlier tonight. I never expected you to be frank about what you wanted." He finished before his tongue swirled on my neck.

I groaned, in pleasure but also in acknowledgement of the truth in his words.

"My birthday... Was the first birthday I didn't hear from my ex. We were best friends for 9 years and it took less than a year of dating to destroy that." He pulled back slightly but I continued. "I've been all over the place trying to deal with that and figure out what I want."

When I finished, I met his eyes, mentally preparing myself for him to run for the hills after that over share. He didn't; instead, he peppered kisses along my jaw and asked,

"Do you know what you want now?"

 I nodded. "For the most part."

"Tell me again." He nibbed on my ear.

I shivered and shook my head away from his mouth. "No way. Not doing that again."

"I'll go first." He started, softly in my ear. "I wanna fuck you." He imitated me.

I laughed and it released the tension inside me. I turned my head to brushed my lips against his. "Shut up and do it then." I teased against his lips.

He smiled cockily then picked me up like I weighed nothing at all, throwing me over his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" I squealed, a little disoriented as I noticed my purple hat fall off my head and unto the floor.

"Exactly what you told me to do." He said, slapping me on the ass as he carried me to his bedroom. I've never been manhandled like this, but I was really turned on by it.

He carried me straight to his gigantic California king size bed and dumped me on it. I sat up, my legs dangling off the edge of the bed. I began to undress, starting with my shoes and socks before he stopped me.

 "Wait. We need to talk before we go any further."

I looked up at him, confused. "What? Why?" I asked.

"We need to share our std status. I have my results from November I can show you. I'm all clean." He pulled his phone of his belt clip.

"Oh!" I said, realization hitting me. "I'm not due for another test until June. My last check was clean but I can get tested again."

He nodded. "We'll stick to condom safe activities."

"Ok." I agreed, nodding as he began to disrobe.

My eyes were glued to him as he removed his undershirt to reveal broad shoulders, cut biceps, and rippling abs. My breath caught as his slacks came off next, revealing his black briefs and lean, long legs. His body was incredible; he had not an ounce of fat on him.

He walked away giving me a view if his tight ass in his briefs. I got my fill of watching him as he went into his beside dresser and pulled out a string of condoms. He came back to the foot of the bed, removed my tank top and bra before pushing me back on the bed. He pulled off my leggings and panties with one tug before climbing on the bed too.

He moved on top of me, settling himself between my legs. His head lowered to my chest, kissing around my breasts, before sucking one of my nipples in his mouth. His tongue circled my nipple while his finger mimicked the motion on the other. When I groaned and ran my fingers through his hair, holding his mouth against me, he shook his head free and switched nipples.

While he lavished my breasts with affection, he rubbed his pelvis into me. When I felt his erection growing thicker and harder against me, I gasped and looked at him, in awe.

He pulled his lips away from my skin, sharing my gaze. "Don't worry. I'll go slow."

"Kinda too late to go slow." I breathed, stroking his hair.

"Never too late to slow down." He said, moving up my body. I sat up slightly to press my lips against his.

We kissed, softly at first, until I slipped my tongue in his mouth, deepening the kiss. As we made out, his hand worked between our bodies until he stopped between my legs. He moved between rubbing my clitoris and slipping his finger inside me, driving me crazy.

"Uriel..." I groaned, arching up from the bed, needing more contact.

"Yes?" He asked, as he stroked inside me, grazing my spot and driving me crazy.

I responded by wrapping my legs around his narrow waist, pulling him closer to demonstrate what I wanted. He indulged me for a moment, rubbing harder against my clitoris before he moved away.

"Tell me what you want." Uriel told me.

"You know..." I whimpered at the lost of contact between us.

"I want to hear you say it again. Tell me." He repeated, sliding his fingers inside me. He brought me to the edge again, before he stopped.

"Urgh, Uriel, fuck me." I cried out, thrusting up into him.

"What's the magic word?" He asked, maddeningly calm as he gripped my hips, stilling me.

"Now!" I demanded.

"Wrong." He said, moving his finger back to my clitoris. I cried out as stroked me in tight circles, bringing me closer to the edge. When I thought I was finally there, he pulled away again.

"Please Uriel. Please fuck me!" I begged, desperately.

He pulled away, finally grabbing a condom and putting it on. He slid his hands under my ass, lifting my hips up as he thrust himself all the way inside of me. I let out a loud wail as he pushed as deep as he could, grinding against me before pulling all the way out.

"Please!" I gasped, longing for release.

"I told you we were going slow." He puffed, repeating the same motion, over and over again

"Please, please, please!" I pleaded, tighten my legs around his hips in effort to get him to move faster.

He let out a low groan, but kept up the excruciatingly slow pace. I laid back, tilting my hips up to his, focusing on how good he made my body feel. I tensed up as I slowly built towards an orgasm again.

"Are you about to cum?" He asked me, his eyes barely open.

I nodded my head frantically, pleasure rendering me speechless. As soon as I did, he pulled out of me.

My sob of desperation turned into a scream when he pistoned inside me, giving me quick, shallow thrusts. It didn't take me long to finally come, and I screamed out as my body spasmed. His continued thrusting prolonged my orgasm until he came a short time after me. He held me tight to him, shuddering as he released. My body was still spasming when he pulled away.

"I'm going to use the guest's bathroom to clean up. This bathroom is all yours." He said as he stood up.

"Yeah, ok. Thanks." I panted. He left and once I caught my breath, I began to search for my clothes. I crawled to the end of the bed, scooped up my leggings and underwear tangled up together on the floor. My panties were soaked and totally unwearable. I disregarded them and put on my leggings. On shaky legs, I found my bra and tank top on the right side of the bed and I put those on too. Last, were my socks and shoes.

I took a deep breath, contemplating how the hell I got out of here. I didn't know what would be worst; him kicking me out or him being nice and making awkward small talk. I grimaced at the thought of either.  I wasn't familiar with how this worked, but the best option seemed to avoid them both and sneak out. The only other time I had an one night stand, I was at my place and he snuck out when he thought I was sleep. Since Uriel was awake, I had to get out while he was in the bathroom.

I slowly opened the door, wincing as the door hinges creaked softly. I wasn't sure which door was the bathroom and I saw no light coming from any of them. I didn't ponder on it long as I made a mad dash to the front room. I quickly grabbed my jacket and purse and raced out the door. I didn't want to wait for the elevator and headed down the stairs 2 at a time. By the time I got down, I was winded and the front security guard was watching me curiously, but I gave a little wave before I left out the side door. I didn't catch my breath again until I was in my car.

On my way home, second thoughts crept into my mind about what I was doing with Christian and now Uriel. I knew sex with Uriel was a one night thing. We were on the same page of not wanting a relationship: No feelings, no attachments, just sex. I enjoyed the freedom of meaninglessness sex as mush as I liked dating Christian.

I had some feelings of guilt when I thought about Christian. I convinced myself sleeping with Uriel was only the rebound I should have had before starting anything up with Christian. I also reminded myself of how neither one of us were ready for a relationship so technically, I was free to do whatever I wanted.

I was able to push my doubt aside by the time I got home. I took a hot shower and went to bed. I feel asleep quickly, and slept soundly for the entire night.

Circle of Life

"There's far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun rolling high through the sapphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round
In the circle of life
It's the wheel of fortune
It's the leap of faith
It's the band of hope
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the circle, the circle of life" Circle of Life by Elton John

As promised, Richard sent over a contract Monday detailing the cost for materials and labor for my backyard. I signed and returned it the same day. During the week, he began to bring over the material and started to construct the bar. By Thursday, it was completed and looked amazing.

"I can put in cabinet doors if you want storage space." He explained as I walked around inside, taking pictures and videos of the interior on my phone.

"Sounds good... Do me a favor. Film this for me?" I asked, handing over my phone.

"Sure. I also left a space right here for you to put a grill- what are you doing?" He stopped abruptly as I climbed on the bar.

"I've always wanted to do this." I shot him a sly grin, standing up on the bar. I channeled my inner Coyote Ugly girl and started dancing. I strutted the length of the bar, swinging my hips like Tyra Banks before dropping down low to the bar and dancing back up. When Richard laughed, I broke character, laughing too. As I hopped down from the bar, Richard tapped away on my phone.

"I would have never built you a bar if I knew this is what you were going to do." Richard commented with a smile as I approached him.

"Stop hating." I said as he handed back my phone. "Eric is still waiting for a shipment of palms, but he said they should be here in a week or so." I updated him on my plants.

"I have a couple of guys available next week to do the patio and pergola if that works for you."

"Whenever y'all are available, I'm fine."

"You're not fine. As long as you stay off bars, you're alright." He teased me.

"You can't be a hater all your life Richard." I smiled as he got ready to leave.


Later that night, I called Christian to congratulate him. His single Three's Company hit platinum status in sales. I faced time and he thanked me, telling me he couldn't wait to celebrate together in Miami. When he asked me how many people were coming with me to Miami, I told him Amber and Staci.

"That's it?" He asked.

"Yeah. Rocky's 7 months pregnant so she's definitely out. That's basically all my friends." I said lightly.

"What about your friends that came to Mexico? Sammy and the blond?"

"Sammy... Can't make it." I couldn't help frowning up as I thought about her attitude towards Christian. "Jordan is newly engaged and goes nowhere without her fiance now." I added, moving on.

"Tell her she can invite her fiance."

"I will."

"Sammy doesn't like me right?" Christian asked out of nowhere.

I bit my lip. "She doesn't know you well enough to have an opinion on you." I answered diplomatically.

"But she does. I felt it when I came to visit you and I'm sure she sub-tweeted me a few times."

I sighed. "It has nothing to do with you personally. Just ignore it her. She's just like this-" I tried to explain, but he cut me off.

"Alright. It's cool. Just let me know when you know the final head count for Miami."

We talked a little while longer, mostly discussing everything that happened in the past week. I told him about remodeling my backyard and he told me about Straight Outta Fucks music video finally having a set release date.

After we got off the phone, I saw I had notifications on my Instagram. Richard posted a video of me dancing on the bar and tagged me in it. He had the song "Practice" by Drake added and captioned it:

I built her a bar and this is what she does...

I read through the comments, his friends left message saying "she's the one" and "marry her". He commented back saying: "Nah, she's offbeat"

I quickly wrote back to defend myself.


Me: First of all, there was no music playing...

Richard: Second of all, you were stiff {eye wink emoji}

I said nothing more but I had a good laugh reading through the comments as most of his friends defended me and my friends playfully mocked my dance before I went to bed.

The next day during my biweekly Friday appointment with Dr. Pereira, we talked about my trip to New York. I explained to her how I began a sexual relationship with Christian and how I couldn't orgasm with him. She asked me questions about my sex life prior to Christian and if I had problems having orgasms in the past. I told her no and even explained how I could get off during phone sex, but not in person. She asked me why I thought that was. I explained over the phone it felt like role playing, but in real life I couldn't let myself go enough to enjoy being with him.

"Moving on is a process. You've healed yourself mentally and emotionally. You now posses the self awareness to see what you need and want in a relationship. If you feel ready, putting yourself out there is the next step-" Dr. Pereira tried to explain before I interrupted.

"That's exactly what I'm doing- I'm putting myself out there and dating. Christian is a great guy and he's good to me. I don't understand why I'm making it so hard to just be with him." I questioned.

"Putting yourself out there does not mean rushing into a relationship. It's opening yourself up to new possibilities and being patient to wait for the right partner. Christian may be a great guy, but only you know if he's your great guy. Slow down and figure that out first." She instructed me.

I thought about it on my way to work. Dr. Pereira's words were right along the lines of Rocky's suggestion that I was rushing things to get over Trevor. I was so sick of everything revolving back to him- like a stupid endless cycle I couldn't break. He definitely wasn't thinking or concerned about me; why couldn't I do the same? I put it out of my mind the best I could while I was at work. When I got off, I saw that my brother called me so I returned his phone call. He was just calling to check in because he hadn't heard from me in awhile.

"Do I need to book a flight out there?" He asked me after I told him I was ok. He thought something was wrong because I didn't sound like myself.

"No. I'm just tried from work and I had therapy today. I always need a weekend to digest what we talk about, but I'm good. It's not even that deep." I assured him.

"If you say so. What are you digesting?"

"Um, this week we talked about me dating again. My therapist said I should be putting myself out there and shit." I replied simply.

"Aren't you doing that with that Christian guy?"

"It doesn't matter who I'm dating." I deflected. "It's about me not only being ready to be in a relationship, but having the patience to wait for the right person."

"You have to give it some time. If Richard is good enough for you, he'll wait for you to figure it out.

"Nice try; but I'm not telling you who I'm dating until it's official." I shot him down. "And the only thing I figure out is how to fuck things up like I normally do." I confided, only partially joking.

"You're gonna fuck up. I met my wife at her anger management class and I fucked that up. The right person will accept everything about you like Jenna did for me. Wait for that person, whoever he is."

"Alright Cam. Thanks for the advice, although I think Jenna has made you soft..." I teased.

"Yeah, not soft enough to not come down there and kick that vet's teeth in if he hurts you." Cam threatened menacingly.

Vet?

"Ohmygod, you think I'm dating Dr. Chapman?" I squealed with laughter.

"He likes almost all of your pictures. You comment on his all the time."

"That's what you do on Instagram! I'm not dating him! Stop being creepy before I defriend you Cam!"

We both laughed before we said our goodbyes and hung up.


I got off the phone, feeling much better after talking to my brother. Between him and Dr. Pereira, I realized my need to rush things with Christian showed I wasn't ready for a relationship. I didn't matter why I wasn't ready, just realizing I wasn't was enough. I recommitted myself to my own personal growth and focused on bettering myself mentally, physically and emotionally so when I knew I found the right person, I would be ready.


Saturday morning, I woke up and saw that I had a text and a missed call from Sammy. The text read:

Sammy: Tell your bf my page gets plenty of hits without his help.

It included a screen shot of Christian Twitter page from the last night. His tweet read:

Shout out to all the Honey Bees! Respect ur hustle ladies. Check em out if you're in Austin, Dallas, or Miami. 

The tweet including the link to the Honey Bees' YouTube Channel. Thoroughly annoyed by Sammy need to be spiteful and Christian not listening to me when I said to ignore Sammy, I didn't bother to respond or call her back. I put my phone away and threw myself into hosting a kick ass movie night with EJ. I got dressed and went to the store to pick up supplies for The Lion King night.


I bought meat, cheese, vegetables and fruits for skewers, flaming hot Cheetos (EJ's favorite), animal crackers, zebra snack cakes, bug shaped candies, animal shaped chicken nuggets, and different drinks to make a jungle juice. When I got back to my house, I marinated the meat and texted Ethan to confirm what time he was dropping EJ off.

Ethan: We should be over around 4 if that works for you

Me: Works perfectly. See y'all later.

I reached out to Rocky to see if she had plans. When she didn't, I invited her and Forrest over for the movie night. I also extended the invitation to Staci, Amber and Amanda. Amanda said she would stop by after she got off work and Staci had plans with her daughter. I figured Amber would be sleep, but she called me back to let me know her kids were spending the night at their grandma's house.

"Will is going out with Ethan tonight so next weekend I'm getting a night out. Girl's night!" Amber proclaimed, excitedly.

After I promised to leave that weekend open, I got to work transforming my living room into a jungle. I then started to put the skewers together. When the skewers were in the oven, I got changed into a high low cheetah maxi print dress. A little before 4, Rocky and Forrest arrived, eyeing my dress when I let them in.

"I know. It's too much but this is the only animal print I have that fits the theme." I explained as we walked through the living room. I had it decked out in jungle and animal themed decorations and a folding card table set up for the jungle juice and snacks.

"Try this." I commanded them, handing them both a skewer. I made fajita chicken and beef kabobs that I thought turned out great. I watched them as they dug in.

"Delicious." Forrest complimented them, finishing his bite first.

"Thank you." I smiled proudly.

"It's so good, I'm not going to comment on your Jersey-licious dress." Rocky said, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

"Good. Don't say anything about this either." I said, turning on the Internet station I found on my phone called Afro beats. When a song with a heavy drum beat streamed through my speaker, I started to dance around to the music.

"Hell no." Rocky covered her face while Forrest laughed. When the doorbell rang, Rocky took it as her sign to leave. "See why I can't with deal with her? She always takes it too far." She announced on her way to get the door.

"Mama-say, mama-sa, ma-ma-ko-ssa." I chanted along with the music, ignoring her.

As soon as Rocky was out of sight, Forrest joined me dancing, doing an imitation of a tribal dance.

"Teach me that move." I asked Forrest, before mimicking him. We were both swinging our arms to the music rhythmically when Ethan, EJ and Rocky joined us.

"What are y'all doing?" EJ smirked at us.

"Setting the mood for our movie night! You're definitely not going to forget Lion King again!" I said, grabbing his arms and making him dance with me.

"Let me go!" He protested, laughing. I made him dance with me for a few more seconds before I let him go. I smiled at Ethan as he handed me a bag.

"What's this?" I said, looking in the grocery bag.

"I bought over some of EJ snacks but I should have known you would have it covered." He motioned to the snack table EJ and Rocky were currently making plates at.

"That's the one thing I'm good for: snacks." I smiled, heading to the kitchen to put the food away. "A little birdie told me you and Will are going out tonight. Doing something new? Meeting new people?" I asked.

"Possibly." He answered.

"Don't be enigmatic. You're one of the most direct person I know. Is he introducing you to someone?"

"It's a group outing. Women will be included." He revealed. "Why are you so interested?"

"I don't know. I guess because I'm at the putting myself out there stage in the moving on cycle. Just comparing to see if I'm doing it right." I admitted.

"I don't know about doing it right. It's like you said: what I was doing before wasn't working so I might as well try something new. I'll let you know how it works out." Ethan said honestly.

"Ok." I grinned. "When did you start taking my advice?"

"When you learned tribal dances." He smirked.

"Shut up." I playfully pushed him.


Ethan had some time before he had to met Will so he watched Lion King with us. I was sure he was regretting that choice as he listen to Forrest and I debated which song was the best from the soundtrack. He argued for Hakuna Matata for teaching him a new language. I countered with Can You Feel The Love Tonight as the song I was walking down the aisle to. Rocky voted for us both to shut up, which EJ seconded. Being out voted, Forrest and I quieted down to watch the movie.

Amanda arrived at the end on Lion King so we made it a double feature with Tarzan. We discussed Disney fan theories like Tarzan being related to Elisa and Anna before Ethan had to go. During Tarzan, EJ got bored and got up to play on the Hooverboard. Rocky fell asleep, so Amanda, Forrest and I watched the rest without them, free to debate and sing along. After the movie ended, Forrest and Rocky left. EJ got on Xbox live upstairs and showed us some gamer Youtubers he liked to watch. EJ was showing Amanda some videos he uploaded with his friend Jayden while I tried to stay interested. By 1am, I fell asleep on the couch.


I woke up sometime Sunday morning to the doorbell ringing. I opened my eyes and looked over at EJ, his limbs hanging off the loveseat as he slept. I got up, my back aching from being curled up on the couch and headed downstairs.

Amanda had opened the door for Richard and another guy. When Richard saw the living room decorations and my cheetah dress, he started singing.

"Welcome to the jungle. We got fun and games..."

"Don't start Richard." I laughed at him. "What are you doing here again anyway? Don't you have a life?"

"I guess I don't have a life considering I didn't get an invite to the party last night." He replied.

"It wasn't a party it was a movie night. Once my backyard is done, you'll get an invite to my first luau."

"That's why I'm here. This is my cousin Alvaro. He's the electrician to see if we can get you some power on your deck."

"Oh ok." I said, reaching out to shake his hand. "I'm Lily. Thanks so much for coming out."

"No problem." He shook my hand. As I led them to the backyard, Richard asked me, "Are you gonna dress up in a little grass skirt and coconut bra at your luau?"

"Is there any other way to dress up at a luau?" I opened the backdoor for them.

"A bikini... But I'll settle for the coconut bra." He replied as he walked outside. I shook my head and closed the door.


I went and changed into jeans and a t-shirt before joining Amanda in the kitchen to make breakfast. I decided on a huge breakfast scramble with the leftover meat, cheese and veggies I had from the skewers. Amanda loved to bake, so she made biscuits and muffins.

While I was finishing up cooking, Richard came inside and asked me for my speaker. I directed him to the hallway closet where I kept it. When breakfast was done, I went upstairs to wake up EJ. EJ got up and joined us down the stairs. I went outside to see if Alvaro and Richard wanted to break for brunch. EJ followed me outside with a muffin.

Outside, Alvaro already had electricity to the deck: music was playing from the speaker.

"As happy as I am to have electricity out here, can you change the song?" I asked, motioning over to EJ.

Richard nodded his understanding before he reached for his phone.

"I know this song!" EJ interjected, before he sang along. "All she wanna do is smoke my broccoli."

"Uh-huh. And what does that mean?" I questioned him.

"Weed!" He exclaimed with a smirk and a smoking hand gesture. My mouth dropped, Alvaro laughed and Richard quickly changed the song to Watch Me by Silento.

"What do you know about this though?" Richard said, turning the speaker up.

I laughed as they had a dance off. I pulled out my phone and recorded EJ hitting every move while Richard encouraged and battled him. When My Boo came on and EJ started to do the running man, Richard scoffed.

"That is not the running man."

"Yes it is!" EJ exclaimed.

"No it's not new school. This is the original running man." Richard demonstrated the old school dance of running in place. He threw in some other old school moves that had me laughing as I recorded him.

"Whose was right?" EJ asked me.

"I'm gonna go with you EJ." I decided.

"What?" Richard exclaimed playfully as EJ celebrated.

"Old school has to make room for the new. Sorry." I told him with a grin before ending the video.


After their impromptu dance battle, we went inside to eat brunch. After they eat, Richard, Alvaro and Amanda left. EJ busted out his Monopoly game and we set up to play. We were about 30 minutes into the game when Ethan called to say he was on his way. When I told him his dad was on the way, he wanted to quit the game so he can have more time on the Hooverboard.

We were in the front yard, EJ playing on the board while I sat on the step watching Justine run around after him when Ethan pulled up. He got out of the car, said a few words to EJ, before grabbing Justine's leash and bringing her to me on the steps.

"How was last night?" I asked him as he sat down beside me.

"It was nice. We went to a lounge in Uptown. You ever go out there?"

"No. Not at all. That's the neighborhood Brandon lives in right?"

"For now. He's seriously considering breaking his lease to be closer to Ace." Ethan stated, gripping the leash tight as Justine tried to run.

"You can let her go. She won't run off."

"Something could happen if you don't have control of her leash. Why aren't y'all in the backyard?"

"It's under construction. I'm remodeling it."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Richard is fixing a few things for me and I ordered plants from Eric. It should be done next month. I'm having a luau slash unveil party." I smiled at him.

"Luau?"

"Yep. It's a tropical oasis backyard. Grass skirts are a requirement. You better dress appropriately."

"I'm busy that weekend."

"I didn't even tell you what weekend!" I giggled.

"Any weekend requiring grass skirts I can't be there."

I laughed harder. "Speaking of weekends, the next one EJ has available will be Aladdin." I told him. "Has he tried Indian food before?"

"No. He can't get over the smell. I told him it smells stronger than it tastes, but he refuses to try it."

"We'll see if I can change that." I pulled out my phone to show him the video of Richard and EJ dancing. "I wanted to show you this before I posted it."

He watch the video. "Go ahead. I don't know how your friends going to feel about it, but I'm fine with it."

"Oh. Don't worry about him, he has it coming. Are you on Instagram?"I asked.

"No. Facebook and rarely that."

"I'm gonna have EJ make you a profile."

"EJ doesn't have a profile."

"He should. All Youtubers need an Instagram and Snapchat."

"Don't encourage that. I told him that was not a plausible career path."

"See, normally I would agree with you, but some of these YouTubes are millionaires!"

"That's a shame."

"Again, I agree but it is what it is." I pointed out as he shook his head with a small smile. "I've only seen a few of his videos on Youtube-"

I stopped when the smile fell off his face. "Who's videos on Youtube?" He looked at me, seriously.

"Um, now that I think of it, it's his friend Jayden's channel." I cleaned up

"But EJ is on them?" Ethan questioned.

"It's gameplay. The only thing on the video is his voice." I explained.

"I told him he couldn't post videos at all." Ethan frowned.

"Technically he didn't."

Ethan looked at me incredulously, his frown deepening.

"I know. I know. He's wrong." I started. "I'm saying talk to him. Maybe see why it's so important to him to post videos online-"

"I already know why. Jayden. Jayden rides the bus to school, now he wants to. Jayden plays club basketball, now he wants to try out. Jayden post videos on Youtube, now he thinks he can too. He wants to do everything that Jayden does." Ethan listed.

"I mean, none of those are really bad things..."

"It is if I told him he couldn't and he did it anyway." He countered.

"I know that. I'm just saying it's hard for a kid to understand why his friend can do something and he can't. Maybe some type of compromise can be made." I argued.

"We'll see." He said, shortly. "Thanks for letting me know." He stood up, waiving EJ over. I stood up too, taking the leash from him, holding his hand to get his attention.

"I have no problem being a spy for you, he'll never suspect it..." I said, secretly, only partially kidding.

He looked over at me, my hands over his, then back to my face. "A spy?" He clarified.

I nodded. "He thinks I'm on his side. As long as he thinks that, I can get you information." I suggested to him. "Their videos literally put me to sleep, but I'll watch them. Think about it." I finished. As EJ joined us, I let go of his hand.

Ethan turned to EJ, a hint of a smirk on his face. "Let's get ready to go. Tell Lily thank you for letting you come over."

"Thank you Lily." He said.

"You're very welcome." I said, pulling him in for a hug. "And you're welcomed anytime." I told him, but I looked up at Ethan and gave him an exaggerated wink.

A smile finally crossed Ethan's face. He put his head down to hide it, but I caught his eye and smiled back at him.

"Get your bag EJ. We need to get going." Ethan told him.

"Bye Lily."

"Bye EJ. Bye Ethan." I waved


As soon as they left, I grabbed my phone and posted the video of EJ and Richard dancing on Instagram and Facebook so Ethan could see. I tagged Richard in both, captioning:

@Richard got out danced by a 8 year old. New school for the win, Richard takes a L for the old school! #Whip #NaeNae   #RunningManChallenge #NeverMyBoo #MoreRhythm

Richard commented right away.

Richard: You know I killed that. It's Sunday. Why are you telling lies boo? {Salsa dancer, Praise hands, 100, and Crying Laughing Emoji}

I stayed online, going back and forth in the comments. Some how me dissing Richard became an amusing debate about old school versus new school that gave me a good laugh. My good mood was killed by Sammy's new Twitter post.

It was an interview with Christian and Keosha. Keosha's song that Christian produced "Lover Tonight" cracked the top 100 billboard and they were talking about the song's success. She was super flirty, taking about how much chemistry she and Christian have whenever they work together. That led to the DJ interviewing them to ask if the chemistry left the recording booth. Keosha claimed she doesn't talk about her personal life while Christian said they kept it in the recording booth. The DJ  made a crude comment about what all happened in the recording booth while they laid down the sexy track. He then followed it up by singing some of the raunchy lyrics from the song. Christian and Keosha both laughed before Christian spoke up.

"But for real, I'm married to my music and my album is my kid. Anything or anyone else in my life right now can only be a side chick. Keosha's too good for that. Look at her. Talented, beautiful... She's wife material. You'll definitely see all of that in the 3rd single for my album, Nomadic. We're going to be shooting the video for it soon-"

The rest of the interview was more of the same, promoting the music, with flirty bantering in between. Sammy's captioned the clip:

Respect your hustle @Christian. Definitely understand being married to your work- I'm married to The Honey Bees and each video is my baby. Even with 25k new subscribers this week, I always find time for my main tho! #MakeTimeForTheReal #NoSideBish #MainsOnly #LoverEveryNight


I like the video to let Sammy know I saw it and was unbothered. And truthfully, the video itself didn't upset me. The flirting was just that. He wasn't my boyfriend, so why should I care? The side chick stuff didn't bother me either. We hadn't defined our relationship and I was nowhere near ready to. It was just the way Christian came off in the video- completely real and sincere. He said he hated the fakeness of reality t.v. and selling himself, but he was a fucking pro at it. Like, was he that good of an actor? Why couldn't I tell the difference with him selling a product and him being real with me? How did I know he wasn't acting with me?

I told myself I was reading too much into it and that it was just his job but it irked me to no end.


Monday morning I arrived at work, still irritated but ready to put the stupid interview behind me. I was surprised when I saw that Dr. Fahri was there. He pulled me and Dr. Clayton into the team lead office as soon as I arrived. I was relieved, hoping he was there to tell us he finally hired a new therapist.

"I thought we were all on the same page regarding Paul Bolen's treatment." He started in immediately.

"We're not. You know Clyde Dennison wanted it accelerated but we decided against it." I answered, looking at Adil, confused. He looked at Dr. Clayton, pointedly.

Dr. Clayton looked over at me before responding. "I looked over the chart and I agreed with Clyde. There's no reason why we can't speed up the recovery."

I was still lost until Adil continued.

"Is there a reason you couldn't come to me with your concerns before going to Dr. Tran?"

My mouth dropped open before I could stop it. Dr. Tran was Adil's boss. Chain of command meant that any problems we have, we go to Adil. To go over his head was wrong. To go over his head, with one of my clients, after Adil and I already decided the course of action, was majorly fucked up.

"I didn't go to Dr. Tran, Clyde did. He asked me for my opinion and I gave it to him." Dr. Clayton stated, plainly.

I turned to Dr. Clayton now, my shock giving way to indignation. "Why didn't you consult me first before giving your opinion? I've worked with Paul Bolen last week. I did a stress and range of motion test-"

"I know. I read your notes in the chart and my opinion was based off them. I don't believe there's a reason to delay his return." Dr. Clayton verified.

Adil must have saw the outrage in my face, because he spoke before I could. "Lily, I need a team lead on the floor; do you mind going back?"

"Not at all." I said between my teeth before leaving. I had to go through all my self affirmations to calm myself down. I was pissed off that Dr. Clayton had the audacity not only make a comment about the rehabilitation plan that I approved, but to back up the athletic trainer that he knew I was having issues with behind my back... to my boss's boss.

I went back on the floor, but I used the phone to call Monica. She was an athletic trainer and had to work with Dennison. Maybe she knew what was going on, or at the very least could give me some insight on Dennison's character. When she didn't answer, I left a voicemail to call me back on my cell. My phone vibrated away little, but it was Christian. I ignored it and got back to work.

Dr. Clayton came back to finish his shift after another 25 minutes with
Adil. As soon as I could get away, I sought out Adil and found out he left immediately after the meeting. Dr. Clayton spoke to me before he left for the evening.

"I was overly cautious at the beginning of my career too but I don't believe accelerating the plan is going to put our client in danger of re-injury." He explained to me. "That's my honest opinion and that's all I told Clyde.

"You're entailed to your opinion. In the future, I would appreciate it if you shared your opinions on my decisions with me." I somehow mustered calmly.

"Sure thing. Let me know if you need any help in the evenings. I know you're spread thin. I can stay later anytime you ask." He said, patting me on the back. I shuddered in disgust after he left.

At the end of the night while I updated the huddle board, Monica finally called me back. I immediately asked her about her take on Dennison.

"I don't work with him that often. I stay more in the training room with treatments than one on one with the players like he does. Why? What happened?" Monica replied

I didn't give her any details considering I had no idea of the outcome of Dennison's talk with Dr. Tran. I didn't know if her loyalty would automatically be with Dennison because he was a trainer too.

"We have to work together on a rehab plan for one of the players. Just trying to get an idea of how to cooperate with him." I supplied.

Monica snorted. "It's his way or no way. He's impossible to work with. Good luck with that." Monica informed me.

"Thanks." I sighed, defeated, fearing this wasn't the last of the rehab debate but having no idea what to do.

"Hey, what are you doing tonight?" Monica quickly switched gears.

"Nothing..."

"Why don't you come over? I'm making a pot of chili. We can have some wine and brainstorm some solutions to whatever issue you're having with the dinosaur."

"The dinosaur?"

"Clyde. That's what we call him. Just old and mean for no reason. I promise, whatever said will stay between us. If I can't help, at least I can tell you some stories so you know what you're up against." Monica enticed me.

I was sold at chili and wine. There was no point stressing about Dennison when I had no idea what would happen next.

"Ok. Sounds good."

"Ok! See you later tonight"


Before I left work, I took a shower and changed into a clean white tank and leggings I had in my workout bag. I rebraided my side braid before placing a purple knit beanie on top of my hair. The leather jacket and Nike hi-tops I wore to work completed my outfit. I saw I had another call and text from Christian, but I didn't respond. I figured he saw Sammy's tweet but I was in no mood to get into her, him or the interview tonight.

I arrived at the house Monica and Trent shared in 40 minutes. The chili was already simmering, and I explained to Monica what happened as she chopped cilantro.

"Adil left before I could even ask what the plan was. I really don't know how this will play out." I explained while I assisted slicing avocados.

"I mean, only one of two things might happen: they go with your recommendation or Clayton's." Monica said bluntly.

"Smells good in here!" Monica and I both looked up to see Trent entering the kitchen, a smile on his face. He didn't look surprised to see me in the kitchen with his wife, but Uriel sure did. The smile on his face momentarily froze when he saw me, but he quickly recovered when Trent waved hello to me.

"Hi. Sorry. I'm totally crashing y'alls dinner." I said, with a small smile.

"Nonsense. The more the merrier." Trent assured me.

"Besides, Uriel was already crashing. He always comes over when I make chili." Monica added.

"If you would make it for me, I wouldn't have to crash." Uriel said, pushing his thick hair that fell to his neck behind his ear, making his face free for perusal. I admired his dark, almost black eyes, narrow nose, full lips and his strong jaw covered in stubble before he caught me checking him out.

"Hi Lilac." He said with a knowing grin.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "You know my name is Lily."

"Lily. Right. It's the purple hat." He said, unapologetic.

I crossed my arms under my chest. "Sure."

"What brings you here?" Uriel asked me, eyeing Monica and me suspiciously.

"Lily had some drama at work that she was filling me in on but food's ready so let's eat!" Monica instructed us.

We all fixed our bowls of chili with the toppings Monica set out. When I placed jalapenos on my chili, Monica pointed out, "So you like spicy food? So does Uriel."

It was turn to look at Monica suspiciously as I replied "Nice."

We all went into the dinning room to eat. Uriel brought Modelo which would have been perfect with the food, but since he was still playing the I don't know you game, I stuck with the red wine Monica poured me. By the 2nd time she topped me up, I was 100% certain Monica was trying to set me and Uriel up. Maybe (and that's a big maybe) it was a coincidence that we were both over for dinner, but she was definitely taking advantage of it.

Monica kept pointing out things we had in common and trying to get us to talk. I politely engaged without encouraging her while Uriel flat out ignored her attempts. I should have been offended by his dismissal of her and in turn, me, but I was highly impressed by how efficiently he ignored Monica. When Monica mentioned how we both lived in Plano, Uriel cut her off.

"Excuse me, I'm going to get more chili." He said.

Before he could move, Monica was up, grabbing his bowl. "I got it. Stay put. Tell Lily where about in Plano you stay. You probably frequent the same places."

As soon as she left, Uriel turned to me.

"So what places do you frequent, Uriel?" I asked, sarcastically.

"Did you have anything to do with Monica trying to set us up?"

"No. I have your number if I wanted to talk to you. Why would I need to set this up?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

Trent snorted out a laugh, but covered his mouth when Uriel gave him a look. Monica breezed back in the dinning room, setting a bowl of chili in front of Uriel.

"So, what were y'all chatting about?" Monica asked.

"My work dilemma. The reason I came over." I quickly said. "I didn't tell you about Dr. Clayton."

I retold the whole story, adding in what Dr. Clayton told me before he left. "Then he patted me on the back and left." I finished.

"He touched you inappropriately?" Monica gasped.

"No... Not like that. Like he was saying good girl." I explained.

"The only time I tell a woman good girl is in the bedroom." Uriel stated before taking another sip of his beer.

I couldn't help the flush that hit my face when he mentioned the bedroom. I reached for my wine glass, only to find it was empty.

"Should I open another bottle?" Monica asked.

"No, it's ok." I declined. "Anyway, it was more like attagirl. The way you would pet a dog for behaving. It felt like he was putting me in my place. Super condescending. He knew I was having issues with this trainer and he went behind my back to plot with Dennison. That's the part that gets me."

"That's shady, but you don't have anything to worry about. You and he are on the same level. Your boss should be the one watching his back. He went over his head right?" Trent mentioned

"That's so true." I said, thoughtfully.

"Has anyone asked what Bolen wants?" Monica asked me.

I rolled my eyes. "Of course he wants to play. Which I could understand if he was Dirk and the Mavericks had a playoff chance-"

"Whoa!"

"Hey!" Uriel and Trent both exclaimed, cutting me off.

"We do have a playoff chance. We could still finish the 6th seed!" Trent pointed out enthusiastically.

"Oh C'mon. Even if the Mavericks get in the playoffs, they are not beating the Spurs, or Oklahoma, or Houston and especially not Golden State." I said.

"You're not a Mavericks fan?" Uriel questioned me.

"Can't I be a realistic one?"

"You didn't answer the question." Uriel pressed.

"You know what, no. Not really. I'm from California so-" I began.

Uriel smiled and Trent groaned. "Monica, you do not have a Warriors fan in my house!"

"No she doesn't. Lakers all day." I revealed proudly.

Trent proclaimed, "That's even worse!"

"Lakers are last in the league and you're talking about the Mavericks." Uriel challenged me.

"Whatever, we weren't talking about the Lakers, but ok. Neither the Lakers nor the Mavericks will be wining a title this year." I declared, haughty.

Uriel laughed while Trent stood up. "Nice seeing you Lilac. You know the way to the door." He said, pretending like he was highly offended as he gathered our bowls. Monica smiled and helped him pick up the dishes to take in the kitchen.

When I looked over at Uriel, he was watching me, intently. I stared back at him, but he had no qualms about me catching him checking me out. His appreciative gaze both aroused and disturbed me.

"What?" I asked him, fidgeting in my chair, feeling the heat growing in my face and other places...

"Nothing." He replied, grabbing his beer and draining the last of it.

Staring at his lips caressing the bottle of his beer suddenly made my mouth super dry. I reached for my glass again before I realized I turned down a refill.

"Still empty." Uriel informed me, matter of factly.

"I know..." I said, standing up and following Monica and Trent in the kitchen. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him smile as he watched me leave the room.


Monica and Trent invited us both to stay and watch the game that was about to come on. Seeing as I had to be at work the next morning and my hormones apparently were on overdrive, I declined. Uriel did as well and we both got ready to go.

We said goodbye and on the walk to my car, Uriel asked,

"You still have my number?"

"Somewhere..." I said cryptically, knowing his card was still in my purse at home.

"Still waiting on you to use it so I can take you out for dessert." Uriel informed me as we stopped in front of my car.

"Why? You made it very clear you didn't want Monica to set us up." I crossed my arms.

"You're right. I don't want Monica setting us up. I've always wanted to take you out for dessert." He said suggestively. Goosebumps ran up my arms that had nothing to do with the cool air.

"Why does Monica think she needs to set you up?" I changed the subject, rubbing my arms.

"She doesn't like the women I date."  He answered nonchalantly.

"Why not?"

"She says they're not good matches for me."

"Ok...why does she think that?"

"Because they're not."

"So why do you date them?"

"Because I'm not looking for a relationship."

"Commitment problems? Too many women to settle with one?" "

"No." He said, shortly, looking around, running his fingers through his hair. When he looked back at me, his eyes were even darker.

"Well, why aren't you looking for a relationship? Don't want to fall in love or don't believe in it?" I interrogated him, knowing I hit a nerve. I could tell he was uncomfortable, but since he enjoyed making me uncomfortable I decided to return the favor.

"I don't want love. I'm still trying to forget it." He admitted.

The sincerity in his voice had me starring in his eyes. He put his hand through his hair again and looked away, but I could still feel the vulnerable pouring off him in waves. I knew exactly what he meant; I didn't know I felt the same exact way until he said it out loud. It had me in a trance until he spoke up.

"Goodnight Lily." He said, turning away.

"Cake!" I blurted out.

He turned back around with a puzzled look on his face.

"Um, we didn't have dessert and you owe me cake. Let's go get some." I invited him.

"I doubt any bakery is open right now." He mentioned.

"You're right." I said, embarrassed by how desperate I must sound. I willed my cheeks not to burn, as I searched for my keys in my purse.

"Your cousin said you weren't picky about cake. I probably have something at my place if that's true."

I met his eyes. I knew what I was doing was impulsive and potentially a horrible idea, but the connection I felt with him was too strong to resist. No, that wasn't true. I could have resisted. I just didn't want to. "That's true."

"Follow me." He told me, giving me one last glance before walking to his car.

I got in my car. As I started it up, I placed my phone on the charger. I noticed the missed calls as Uriel started his car. When he took off, I followed right behind.

I ignored my phone for the rest of the night.