Date: Wed, 30 Mar 2005 14:37:00 -0800 (PST)
From: sean leigh <jamaicanguy96@yahoo.com>
Subject: Just My Luck (chapter   1 beginning)

Standard disclaimer applies.

Just My Luck (Part One)

By: S. Leigh

I hate him. No. Hate is too good of a word for him. I despise him.

It was simple. All he had to do was pretend to be my boyfriend, but he
had to make it difficult .If he was not a 230 pounds black man I would of
gave him a piece of my mind, but I ain't ready to die just yet. I don't
know why I chose him in the first place.Oh now I remember.He was the only
one that I could find in such short notice and I was desperate.The
reason. My ex is moving back to town (reason enough) and wanted to
"hook-up". Silly of me to believe that was an invitation to get back
together.

So it surprised me that not only did he show up at my apartment
unannounced, but also decided to bring a "friend". Just my luck if was my
off day. So imagine this if you can. Me standing there with bed hair, a
t-shirt with god knows what on it, tore up boxers, and my apartment
looking like a tornado just blew through no less. Oh come it was
Saturday. Saturday is when I catch up on some much needed sleep and it
also my cleaning day.So I had a few clothes scatter here and there that I
forgot to pick up. Don't act like I am the only one.

So what would you do? I know what I did. I invited them in. I am starting
to think that I was dropped on my head when I was a baby. But it was
funny though. They were looking around like something was going to jump
out at them and carry them away.

"Make yourself comfortable" They looked at the couch then looked back at
me then back at the couch again.

"Oh I am sorry, Let me brush that of for you." I took up the clothes and
threw it into the bed room. Okay so I am little messy. Oh who I am
kidding I am a slob. There are you happy now. I know, I know, but when
you hadn't had a man in what....2 years. My goodness how did I survive.
Oh yeah. My best friend or in others words my right hand. So since I did
have anybody I kind of, sort of let my self go.I mean I did not let it go
so far that I am three hundred pounds, but enough for my once six pack to
be come a little pudgy.

"Ohm, why don't we come back another time when you got thing in order"

"Oh, okay, what about next Saturday."

"Okay then" They were out the door in a blink of a eye.

So this is where I am at. Stuck with somebody that I hate. By Thursday I
got everything that I needed to be done. I never clean so much in my
life. But when you are trying to get a man, you will do stuff that you
never thought that you would do. So that how I got stuck with an asshole.

Kevin Williams. 6'l with a body that can break your back along with the
bed, beautiful light eyes to match with his dark brown skin-tone...thick,
succulent, juicy that looked like it's ready to devour you, and a tongue
that could work you up into a frenzy. Well that is what I heard. One of
my friend introduced us about five years ago and he tried to get with me
then, but I was not interested. I guess that was a blow to his ego
because from then on it looked like he had something against me.

Every time we went out as a group, any man that I tried to hook-up with
always got taken by him. It's like he waited to the moment that I turn my
back and then he sticked. By then it was all over and he had won. Who
would you choose? A 6'1, 230 lbs black men or a 5'6, 145 lbs, white guy.
Come on you can tell me the truth. You won't hurt me feelings. (He goes
through men like toilet paper, but you did not hear that from me. I am
surprised his dick hasn't fall of yet. All kind of disease can be
crawling through him. Okay I know it's a low blow, but don't I look
better now)

I asked every body that I knew, but no luck. It was Saturday morning and
still no luck. I know what I had to do. I just stared at the phone for a
hour before I got up the courage to do it.

"Hello"

"Is this Kevin"

"Yes"

"This is Jason and I am wondering if you could do me a favor" I know he
is smiling on the other side of the phone.

"What kind of favor"

"I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend for a couple hours."

"What did you say"

"Don't make this hard for me"

"It's my job to make you hard"

"Are you going to do it are what?"

"Pretend to be your boyfriend or make you hard. No don't answer that. I
can accomplish both" That cocky son of a bitch. I just hanged up the
phone, but I had a feeling that that was too easy. He is planning
something.

He decided to make me sweat by showing up an hour late and when he did
show up he decided to pushed me up against wall and gives me a deep down
soulful kiss. I was not going to fall for it. I was not going to be
another notch on his belt. I am stronger than this. He slipped his tongue
into my mouth and I lost it. I tried to resist. Honestly I did. But that
tongue must have been magic. He backed away a little taking my bottom lip
with him. Then did something that no one else have ever done to me. He
used that long juicy tongue a licked my face. My knees buckled. I looked
into his eyes and they were glazed over. I knew I was in trouble then.

He backed away and turn around. "Baby, I did not know you had company"

That is when I knew that is was going to be a long night.

He might of won the battle, but I am going to win the war. Hopefully.

Should I continue.....