It was the first Saturday of the month, the day her and Tonya set aside for pampering and club hopping. Their day would consist of spa treatments and shopping and their night would be filled with booty shaking at whichever club was hitting.
"No!" Lela lied. "Damn, girl, I just got up." She didn't dare admit that she had pushed their plans to the back of her mind. Thanks to Tyrese, she had been floating high above the clouds since last night and didn't care to land anytime soon.
"Aiight, I'll be there in an hour. Be ready." Tonya sounded irritated.
"You just make sure you're here in an hour and don't have me waiting on you."
"Whatever sleepyhead."
Lela gently peeled back the red silk sheets entangling scantily clad body. Her pretty brown eyes instinctively fixated on the empty space beside her, a space only her beau could claim…Tyrese Whitman.
Tonya would be at her house within an hour honking her horn like a wild woman if she wasn't ready, so she knew she had to somehow pull herself together and get moving.
Thinking back to the time she shared with Tyrese before he left that morning had Lela in pure ecstasy. After getting out of bed, she placed the phone back in its cradle and hurried to get dressed.
As she danced into the bathroom, she thought, so what if I kick my man a few dollars. At least he's trying to get some business about himself so he can have a steady income. Plus, he's mine.