Page 17 of A Miami Love Tale

“My car is here though,” I said, looking for any reason to try and dodge him.

“Don’t even try it, let’s go,” he said, hopping from off the car.

When I went to the passenger side, there all types of shopping bags in the front seat. I saw True Religion, Jimmy Choo, MCM, and a few bags from Victoria’s Secret. I looked at Rashard and he had a grin plastered on his face.

“You brought all of this for me?” I blushed.

“Yeah, now come on,” he said, getting in the car.

I took all the bags out the front and carefully placed them in the backseat, trying to sneak a look in each bag. Once I was finished, I leaned over and kissed Rashard on the cheek.

“Thank you,” I told him.

“You welcome. If you stop running from a nigga, this would be the type of treatment you’ll get on a daily basis,” he said.

“And let me guess, Breesha told you what sizes I wear too?” I asked.

“Yep,” he said, flashing me that panty-dropping smile again.

We pulled out of the school parking lot, and I wasn’t going to ask any questions. I was just going to let him drive while I enjoyed the ride. He pulled up to Finga Licking and parked the car.

“What you want to eat? We not gon’ eat here, Ima just pick it up,” he stated.

“I want the Fried lobster tail with the seafood rice and macaroni and cheese, with a fruit punch,” I told him.

“Alright, lock the door,” he said, stepping out of the car.

I sat in the car for about twenty minutes, waiting for Rashard to return. He came back holding two bags and in the other hand, a carton with our drinks. I reached over and opened up the door for him. He placed the food in the back of the car and peeled out of the parking lot.

Forty-five minutes later, we were pulling up to a nice gated community. I had no idea where we were. When we got inside the community, Rashard drove down a straight path and he pulled into a big house located on the right that looked like a mini mans

ion. He parked the car and got out. I sat glued to my chair, afraid to move. I didn’t know where the fuck we were.

“You not going to get out?” Rashard asked, walking over to the passenger side and opening my door for me.

I got out the car and looked at the big grin that he had plastered on his face. He was up to something, because it was written all over his face.

“Whose house is this, Rashard?” I asked him.

“This my crib. Don’t worry, I’m not gon’ try no funny shit either. I just want to chill with you. We don’t even have to sleep together. You can sleep in one of the guest bedrooms, and I promise I won’t fuck with you,” he said.

After standing there for almost two minutes, I finally gave in. We took out all the shopping bags that were in the backseat and walked to the front door. He stuck his key inside, and the house alarm went off before he quickly deactivated it. His home was beautiful. It was a typical bachelor pad. When you walked in, there was a winding staircase and the color scheme was crème. He had a big chandelier hanging in the living room and when you looked up, there was a mirror covering the whole top half in the living room ceiling.

We walked inside the kitchen and it was absolutely beautiful. With how shiny his stove and the counter top was, you wouldn’t even think that he uses his kitchen. Next to the kitchen was the den area, where he had his 60-inch flat screen TV hanging up on the wall. There were speakers hanging up in the corners of the den wall as well.

“Wow Rashard, this is nice,” I said after he had given me a tour of his entire home. We had sat all of my bags inside of the guestroom that I would be staying in.

“Thank you, lil one,” Rashard said, leading us back inside the kitchen.

He pulled out our food and we sat and ate in silence. Once I was finished, I put the remainder of it in the microwave.

“I need to take a shower, but I don’t have anything to change into,” I said, walking over to him.

“Look inside one of those bags from Pink, I put you a pajama set in there,” he said, still eating his food.

“You just knew that I was going to be coming over here tonight with you huh?” I asked.

“Something like that,” he said, smirking with his cocky ass.