“We don’t really know each other.”
“We know each other, but that’s okay, I can wait.” He kissed her head, breathing her scent in. “I’m going to let you cook, and do your thing. I’ll see you later.”
****
Later that night Grace was curled up on the sofa with Chloe on the floor, and Suzy holding her feet.
“Why are you here and not with your man?” Suzy asked.
She glanced down staring at the luminous pink nail polish that Suzy was putting on her toes.
“I wanted to spend a girly night.” She rested her head on the sofa.
“You’ve become engaged, and you’re having a girly night instead of screwing your man’s brains out?” Chloe asked. “That is messed up.”
“It’s not.”
“It is,” Suzy said. “If I had a guy I’d be at home with him.”
Grace rolled her eyes. “You don’t even know what you’re missing out on.”
Suzy opened her mouth, and smiled. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“If I was getting married to the guy, I’d be with him so no other bitch would take what belonged to me. I guess we’re all different.”
“You think I’m doing the wrong thing?” Grace asked.
“I don’t think anything,” Chloe said. “We’re two different people.”
“I’m scared. The only other relationship I’ve been in was with Dwayne, and you both know how that turned out.”
“First, Dwayne was a loser, and you shouldn’t be putting Drake in the same category as him,” Chloe said.
“I’m not.”
“You totally are,” Suzy said.
“Okay, what about the club?” Grace asked. “There are always willing women around them.”
“Relationships are based on love and trust. If you don’t love Drake, then trust is never going to come into it,” Chloe said.
“I’m in love with Drake.”
“But do you trust him? Has he done anything to make you think otherwise?”
Grace shook her head. She was being a complete and total idiot. “He’s the one. I’m in love with him.”
Chloe and Suzy screamed. “We knew it. We knew you were in love with him. Now, you just got to stop being afraid, and realize you’ve got a hot piece of ass who wants your hot piece of ass. If another woman comes sniffing around, stand up, tell her to back the fuck off, or you’re going to bitch slap her.”
Grace laughed. “I’ve been a bi
tch, haven’t I?
“Yep, so stop being a bitch, and let things happen. Stop being afraid of what could happen, and enjoy what is actually happening. Come on, let’s dance.” Chloe jumped up, and turned on the radio. “It’s time to party.”
Music filled the apartment, and it was exactly what Grace needed. She threw her hands in the air, and screamed out happily.
“I’m going to get married.”