“The kind where I need to be in a black-tie suit and you need to be dressed up in an evening gown. Now, get yourself ready.”
Tala draws her brows together, lookin’ at me like I’ve lost my damn mind. “Why would you think I own an evening gown?”
“Because I bought one for you,” I tell her, walking over to the closet we share I pull the door back and expose the black garment bag. I feel the need to unzip the bag, so I do, pulling the zipper down the side, I delicately grab the dress and pull it from the bag.
It was incredibly hard buying a dress I thought Tala would like. Since I’ve known her, I’ve never seen her in something remotely close to this. She’s always been in skinny jeans, jeggings, or tight pants in general. Never has she worn a skirt, dress, or something as fancy as the material in my hands.
It has thin straps, dives down into a deep v and has a slit that’ll go up her right leg. It’s a basic dress if you ask me, black with a glittery sort of shine to it.
“You picked this out for me?” She questions, coming over she runs her hand against the material.
I nod, “Yes, I did. Do you like it?”
Tala stares at the dress, smiling brightly. “I never thought I’d ever wear something so beautiful.”
“I hope this isn’t the only dress I get you in,” I say, not even thinking about my meaning. At least, I don’t until her cheeks flush with a pink color. Since we reconciled what we had, I’ve felt stronger feelings for her than I ever did before. Maybe our time apart made me realize she’s the woman I’ve always wanted. Maybe it did us some good.
“I’m going to put this on,” Tala tells me, taking the dress from my hands she heads into the bathroom and shuts the door.
I head into the closet and grab my suit, stripping out of my typical outfit and get dressed. By the time I’m tying my shoelaces to these Oxfords, Tala comes strutting out. “I think I’ll grab those black strappy heels,” she tells me, and I nod. She usually wears them with her skinny jeans and man they make her ass look amazing.
“God, you look fuckin’ beautiful.” I can’t keep my thoughts back. She’s a vision, the type of woman I’d give up everything for. By the end of the evening she’s going to think I lost my fuckin’ mind, and I might have . . . but one thing I’m certain of is we’re gonna pull through. Relationships aren’t ever easy, but I’m willin’ to go through the gritty shit with her.
A smile tugs at her lips and she looks away for a split second. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”
“I’d hope not. I tried to fancy my ass up a bit.” I admit, rising from the edge of the bed I walk over to her and take her hand in mine. “You ready to get out of here and have a night you won’t forget?”
“I don’t know. I think you have something up your sleeve,” Tala teases, making her way to the door of the apartment we have on the fourth floor.
I follow quickly behind her, hoping she didn’t notice the bulge I have in my pocket . . . ‘cause it isn’t my dick.
Chapter Twelve
You are being presented with two choices: evolve or repeat
~ Unknown
Boss
I don’t think Cowboy knew I’ve never been in a joint like that, the type where you usually have to make a reservation weeks out, are served sparkling water versus tap. The waiters had worn black and white outfits, with some sort of towel sorta thing wrapped around their waist. I know it’s not a towel, but it was like a fancy apron.
“Why are we here?” I ask him, finally allowing my curiosity to get the best of me. After dinner in Manhattan, Cowboy wanted to take a stroll through Central Park. He said he’d never been here and wanted to mark it off his bucket list, so I didn’t oppose the stroll. But as my ankles are getting more sore by the minute, I might be hoping we’ll take a seat on a bench sometime soon.
It’s probably around ten or so, but his smile is so bright I can’t miss it. “I told you, I wanted to take a walk here. You hear lots of shit about how nice it is, so,” Cowboy shrugs his shoulders, and his Canadian accent slips out a bit with the word ‘about’. If it weren’t for that, and a few other sayings, you’d assume he was American.
“Mind if we take a seat soon? These heels are killing me.” I tell him.
He nods, “Sure thing. Did you ever come here, when you were little or whatever?”
“Eh, my grandfather brought me here once or twice, I think. He always hated coming on this side of the city. Queens was his home, and if he had his way, he would’ve taken me down to Brooklyn. He loved the food over there.” I don’t have many memorable memories of my grandfather, but the few I do have are good ones. He was always so devoted to the club that he barely ever got out, unless it was a rally.
“You hardly ever talk about him.”
“Yeah. He . . . I didn’t spend a lot of time with him when I was growing up. Weird since I lived with him and my mom, but it’s the way it was. He was always handling business. Mom and I though. We were the real team.” I smile thinking about my late mother, wishing she was here to see Destiny growing up. She would’ve been the best grandmother in the entire world, and that’s a fact. Though, I suppose I’d have one spoiled child.
“It’s nice to hear you talking about your family,” Cowboy mutters, with
