Authors: Brenda Stokes Lee
Tags: #African American, #Interracial Romance, #erotic romance, #short story, #urban romance, #black romance, #bwwm erotic romances
Before I could even finish my train of thought, Wonder Boy, who followed me to my table, sits across from me, just as the waitress returns with the cup of hot chocolate that I ordered. I looked up briefly from my texting to give him the evil eye.
"Look,
I
don't
mean
to
be
a
pest,
but
please
just
let
me
sit
with
you
and
enjoy
some
mediocre
food
and
good
conversation
before
I
get
back
on
the
highway.
It's
Christmas
Eve
and
I
have
another
two
to
three
hour
drive
ahead
of
me.
I
promise
I'll
get
up
just
as
soon
as
your
man
arrives.
Please?
I'm
harmless,
I
swear."
He
pleaded.
“
Fine
with
me,
but
you're
buying.
”
I
declared
as
I
casually
continued
to
play
with
my
phone
and
silently
wondered
why
neither
one
of
these
orangutans
that
I'm
fucking
has not
even
bothered
to
call
me
back.
Damn
they
could
at
least
send
me
a
‘
Leave
me
alone
I'm
fucking
my
girl,
’
text.
"I'm
Logic,
Logic
Hart.
I'm
sorry
I
should
have
introduced
myself
earlier.
It's
just
that
you're
so
beautiful
and
I
saw
an
opportunity
to...
Well
you...
"Don't
worry
about
it.
It
happens
all
the
time.
I'm
Zatoya,
but
everyone
calls
me
Toy."
"It's
nice
to
meet
you
Toy.
By
the
way
thanks
for
the
selection.
It
helped.
It
helped
a
lot."
"Oh
yeah?
I'm
glad
I
could
help
out."
I
nonchalantly
responded
as
my
cell
rang.
"Excuse,
me
for
a
second
I
have
to
take
this.
It's
my
ride."
Too
tired,
too
silly
and
too
damn
stupid
to
step
away
from
the
table
to
take
the
call,
I
made
the
rookie
ass
mistake
of
taking
a
call
from
someone
who
obviously
didn't
give
a
fuck
about
me.
"Hey,
I
called
and
texted
you
over
an
hour
ago.
What
happened?"
"Toy,
it's
Christmas
Eve,
I
got
to
help
Shanta
put
together
all
these
damn
toys
that
we
got
for
Little
Man.
And
then
I
got
to
go
over
to
Robin's
to
get
the
bike
set
up
for
my
daughter.
I
got
your
message,
but
I'm
not
sure
I
can
help.
I
mean
I
can
come
through
later
to
tune
you
up
for
Christmas,
but
there's
no
way
I
can
pick
you
up
from
West
Virginia."
"Are
you
serious?"
"Yeah,
you
know
my
kids
come
first.
I
told
you
that
when
we
started
messing
around.
Can't
you
call
that
other
nigga
that
you
fuck
with?"
"What
other
nigga
would
that
be,
Jamar?
"I
know
you
don't
even
want
to
play
this
game,
especially
since
you're
stranded
in
Dumbfuck,
West
Virginia."
Jamar
laughed.
"Look,
call
Old
Boy.
He'll
ride
out
and
pick
you
up
and
I'll
stop
through
around
two
or
three
to
bring
you
some
Christmas
cheer."