“He wants to have dinner with me,” I told them.
“Do it. You’ll get a free meal, and that’ll help you decide if you really want to see where things go with him,” Lavender said.
Dinner wouldn’t hurt. It would give us an opportunity to figure out if we liked each other or not.
“What about Victor?” I asked after a few seconds.
“The purpose of a break is to decide if you want to stay together or not. The only real way to do that is to go on a date. If Victor still occupies your mind afterward, then think about going back. If he doesn’t, well, maybe that relationship ran its course. I’m sure Victor is out enjoying this break,” Iris said as she rolled her eyes.
My friends didn’t necessarily dislike Victor, but they didn’t love him either.
If I were being honest, Victor probably was enjoying his freedom from me.
Without overthinking it any more than I already had, I responded to Boston’s text.
Me:
Dinner is fine.
He immediately responded back with a time and asked for my room number. Once it was solidified, I put my phone down and focused on my friends. We talked about how the rest of the night went, but I couldn’t help but think about Boston. I kept glancing at the ring, and I loved the way it looked on me. Maybe he’d let me keep it regardless of what happened.
I didn’t tell my friends, but I panicked inside as Jasmine talked about Boston’s brother. Everyone with him was fine as hell; I did remember that.
They helped me find an outfit for the night before they left. Once they were gone, I took a much-needed nap because if I stayed awake, I would freak out until it was time to go.
Once Harvest left my suite,I spent the rest of the morning answering calls and text messages. My parents were worried about me, but I told them I was fine. I left out the part about Harvest because I needed to see how things played out first. If she agreed to see this thing through, then I would tell them. For the time being, the only people who knew were my brother and my boys. They were a part of my phone calls, and each one of them wanted to make sure I was certain about this thing with Harvest. I was as certain as I could be, given the circumstances and the time frame. The date I managed to secure at the last minute would solidify if either one of us wanted to continue. Money talked, and I had enough of it to show Harvest a good time. She seemed to be caught off guard that I knew her name,but she didn’t come off as starstruck, and I was thankful for that. I was sure she’d been around famous men anyway to not get excited.
After I handled my business, I got myself ready for the date. I caught a few social media posts about my failed wedding, but luckily, I hadn’t seen anything about Harvest and me. I was sure my brother made sure the people at the wedding chapel didn’t talk, and I knew there were no cameras around. Money talked, and I was sure whenever I talked to my accountant, he would let me know just how much it cost me to keep my situation private. I wanted to keep it that way, at least until we decided what we planned to do. I didn’t need anyone else in my business for any reason. Hopefully, it would come out when we wanted it to.
I had the urge to call Ivy to see why she did what she did, but honestly, the shit didn’t matter. There was nothing she could say to make the situation better, and now my focus was elsewhere. Even if Harvest decided she wanted to cut ties, I would never go back to Ivy. What she did not only wasted my money, but it was embarrassing, and if I kept it real with myself, it was a blow to my ego. I thought I gave her everything she wanted, but I guess it wasn’t enough. I wanted to ask her what her ex could do that I didn’t, but it didn’t matter for real. I knew that I was a good dude, and the right woman would appreciate it. I wanted that woman to be Harvest, but only time would tell.
As I put the final touches on my ’fit for the night, there was a knock on my door. I knew it wasn’t anyone but Noah. I told him he didn’t have to be with me tonight, but he insisted. He thought that since shit was called off, even more people would try to approach me, and he didn’t want to take any chances. I didn’t argue with him either, because it wouldn’t have been any point.
“You ready for your date with wifey?” Noah smirked as he entered the suite.
“I am. Is it crazy that I want things to go right because I want to stay with her?” I asked.
I picked my watch up from the table and put it on my wrist. I noticed earlier that I didn’t bother with trying to hide anything while Harvest was here. To me, that was a sign that I was comfortable enough with her. Something about her spirit made me feel like she was safe. Even the fact that she didn’t bother to post anything about us or just me on the internet. She could have easily made up some shit, but she didn’t. It wasn’t like it had never happened before. I could simply say hello to a chick, and within minutes, I’d be blasted on social media like I was just trying to push up on her. I guessed it came with the territory. Maybe that was why Ivy left. She didn’t like all the attention I had gotten over the years. It increased every time I signed a new artist. From what I knew about her ex, he had money, but it wasn’t as long as mine. Whatever it was, she made her choice, and there was nothing I could do about it.
“A little crazy, yes, but there is nothing wrong with going after happiness. I don’t know Harvest well, but everyone could see the chemistry between the two of you. She seems like a good chick, so I support it.”
“Thanks, bro.” I made sure I had my wallet and phone, then we headed out of the suite.
Harvest’s hotel was only a few minutes away, so it took us no time at all to get there. When we arrived, Noah got out of the car first to make sure it wasn’t anyone lurking that shouldn’t have been. When the coast was clear, I got out of the car. I spoke to the doorman, then headed up to Harvest’s room.
I knocked on the door and waited a few seconds for her to open the door.
“Shit. I’m glad we got a private room. You look good as fuck, mama.” I stepped inside her room and let the door close. I wanted to push her ass against the wall, but I knew I needed toplay this carefully. The dress she had on hugged every curve of her thick, beautiful ass body.
Her cheeks flushed as her eyes swept over my outfit. I kept it simple with a dress shirt, pants, and sneakers. I hardly ever wore dress shoes. I didn’t give a damn if it were a meeting or not; I wore sneakers because I liked to be comfortable.
“You look good too.”
“Thanks. You ready to go?” I glanced at the time on my watch. “We have a reservation in a few minutes.”
“I’m ready. I just have to grab my bag real quick,” she told me, then turned on her heels to go to the back of her room.
Her room was nice, and I could tell she had gotten comfortable in it because even though it was clean, she had a throw blanket on the couch. She also had a shirt hanging on the back of a chair, and I spotted a pair of furry slippers.
