Cold Hard Cash: A Story of Erotica (7 page)

“You didn’t think I was just going to let you go, did you?” he asked as he walked towards me.

I
kinda
had. But I was so glad he’d proved me wrong.

He stopped in front of me and then shook his head, wiping the tears from my face with the back of his hand. “No, no crying. That’s not allowed in Miami.”

I laughed and tiptoed to kiss him and he kissed back, showing me that there was something between us and it was this incredible love I’d given up on, had lost hope on, didn’t believe existed. It
did
exist. This was it. Right here, in front of me, kissing me back and telling me that while fairy tales aren’t real, you can certainly tweak reality and start to believe in true love.

My parents would say I was crazy. My sister would roll her eyes. The women I worked with would be so jealous. But my best friend,
Becca
, and even my new best friend,
Nicki
, would tell me, right to my face, “You did good, girl.”

And they’d be right.