I'm just a man ... standing in front of the world ... asking them to love my writing.
I felt some kind of way ...
Pierce and I were supposed to just be getting together for a little "push and pull", but here we were sitting down in a restaurant, eating Bang Bang Shrimp. That wasn't a part of the plan.
Why was he making my life complicated?
The object of the game was to have someone to be my friend with benefits. But here he was being more of a friend than a ... Benefactor? Yeah, I guess that's the word I'm looking for.
Let's get something straight though. I am Jasma Gilmore. And I'm a hot chick who has absolutely no problem getting a man. But its that whole relationship aspect that I haven't been able to get straight. So I'd decided to just concentrate on the easy part. That was the plan. Except, here he was acting like we were in a relationship and that was messing with my head.
Maybe it was my fault.
After we ... entangled ... the first time ... I made the mistake of not kicking him out of the bed and sending him home. And maybe, just maybe I shouldn't have started things off by inviting him over for dinner. And ... I probably shouldn't have made him breakfast on the following morning ... Yeah, I probably should't have done that.
I mean, I didn't really consider the rules of such matters. But I guess if I'd thought long and hard about it, I could have gone over in my mind all of the things that guys have done that rubbed me the wrong way.
I suppose you have to have the heart to rub someone the wrong way. Because even though I was trying to do a relationship-less relationship, I was still the type of person who wanted and yearned for a relationship. And I had absolutely no clue how to purposely break a person's heart, despite the fact that it had been done to me on numerous occasions. That type of debauchery just wasn't in me. You know, not calling, not texting, pretending like you don't care until you need what you need ...
I just wasn't set up like that.
About a month in.
I hosted a book club gathering at my apartment.
When it was my turn to host, I tried to go all out, having a amazing array of food. In this case: barbecue rib tips, collard greens, macaroni and cheese and pecan pie made to order and Sweet Tea.
I'd mentioned during pillow talk with Pierce, how I was the only single member in the club. After a couple of years of existence, the other ladies started bringing boyfriends, girlfriends or husbands along with them to what used to be an all ladies club. Which was okay ... good for them ... But it was a little uncomfortable for me. Especially since a couple of those significant others were prone to flirt with me behind their person's back.
Overall, I began to feel like an outsider in the group that I had co founded joyfully in the name of sisterhood and a love for reading. Now it looked totally different from the original conception and it was like the train was moving on without me, so to speak.
I was considering pulling out of the club. I hadn't made up my mind just yet. But that's where my mindset was presently. I'd been mulling it over for about a month or so. So imagine my surprise when Pierce Warner showed up. Looking good and smelling good. No. Don't imagine. I'll just tell you. My voice got caught in my throat. My heart starting racing like NASCAR. Especially when he kissed me sweetly on the lips and said, "Sorry I'm late Boo. Did I miss anything?"
Who was this "masked man"?
Again, I couldn't speak. So I just shook my head and gestured for him to join the others in the living room. And blush ... Yeah, I did a whole lot of blushing, because all eyes were on him. And since I couldn't talk, he introduced himself to everyone as our club president called the meeting to order.
Silly me, I thought that Pierce was just going to be there as eye candy/ for appearance's sake. But that scoundrel had actually read the freaking book. The Women of Brewster Place by GLORIA NAYLOR.
He actually read the freaking book. And not only did he impress the h*** out of them with his thoughtful comments, he sure enough impressed me as well. And despite myself ... Despite my every intention ... I was catching feelings for this man that I started out trying to "screw" as much as possible, but ended up making love with approximately 77 times.
I'd fallen in love with him and I was totally scared out of my gourd.
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