Creative Love by J. Nichole

Author:J. Nichole [Nichole, J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781980247357
Amazon: 1980247358
Goodreads: 42515876
Publisher: Not The Last Page
Published: 2018-02-11T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Nicole

“Who is it?” I hate unexpected visitors. Nobody responds but the knocks get louder. I’m tempted to leave them on the doorstep for showing up and knocking on my door like the damn police. “I’m coming, shit.” I check the peephole before opening the door. What? I pull the door open and say, “Bryan? What? How?”

He smiles and wraps me in his arms. Behind him I see a few bags and I step back. “Planning on staying a while?” I laugh as I remember Laila describing how he showed up on their doorstep unannounced with his bags.

He laughs and shakes his head. “Not unless you want me to.” He kisses my cheek and asks, “Can I come in?”

I move out of the way then realize I never left the house today. I’ve been lounging around in sweats all day with a bare face. Shit. I put my hand to my head and feel my hair wrap still in place. What a perfect time for Bryan to show up. I’m looking a hot ass mess. I look over at him and he looks well put together.

He sets his bags down near the couch and I ask, “How did you know where I live?” He smirks and slants his head. “Oh, right.” Laila would give him my details and keep me in the dark. She’s determined to get us together.

I sit on the couch and he sits beside me. With his hand on my head he says, “You look comfortable.” Considering it’s too late to hide, I shrug. “You still look good though.” He pats my leg. “I like this look on you.” He puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me into him. “Did you have any plans for today?”

Considering it’s Sunday and I attended Bedside Baptist and binged Netflix all day I think I’m all in for the day. But I don’t want to sound like a total bum. “I was about to get ready to pick up some food.”

“Great, mind if I come with you?” He’s speaking like he has no plans of leaving anytime soon and still hasn’t explained why he’s here.

“Sure. Give me a few minutes to get dressed.” I hand him the remote and say, “Make yourself comfortable.”

In my bedroom I close the door behind me and grab my phone. I escape to the bathroom to avoid being heard. “Laila, what the hell?”

Laila laughs on the other end of the phone. “He actually came over?”

“Actually came over? Why didn’t you warn me? I’m wearing sweats and my hair is wrapped.” Looking in the mirror I pat my bare face. “Not a lick of make-up on my face. What is he doing here?”

She sighs and says, “He just called and asked for your address. Fortunately, I still had it from when I sent your birthday gift a few months ago.” She rambles on about being happy he called her for it, but she avoids my main question.

“Laila. Answer the question girl.”

“Oh.” She goes silent. “I guess he never told me what he was coming for.

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