Page 35 of Solomon’s Temple

I rolled over and answered on the fourth ring. “What is it?”

“Good morning, beautiful.”

“What do you want, Nate? I was resting.”

“Damn, Temp. Since when you start treating a nigga like I’m some kind of scrub?”

“Since your klepto ass stole half of my underwear.”

He chuckled. “Those were souvenirs.”

“You’re fucking weird.”

“Never. I need your scent to get me through the day.”

“Nate, if you don’t want shit, I gotta go.”

“Wait. Let me take you out to breakfast and blow a lil bag on you. I miss you, man.”

I sighed. “Boy, you don’t miss me. You miss this pussy.”

“Definitely miss that, but I ain’t on that. I’m trying to take a different approach with you. I know what you do don’t define you, and I really want to get to know you better. I apologize about what happened last time. I was drunk, but I promise that shit won’t happen again.”

“I’m unsure about you. You give me stalker vibes. You showed up to my grandma’s house without my knowledge. Like where they do that at?”

“T, seriously, I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d catch up with you over there. I’m pressed, but I ain’t that damn pressed to do that type shit. Come on, na.”

“Yeah, whatever, Nathan. Give me an hour, and I’ll be ready.”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll see you soon, baby.”

I hung up and went to take care of my hygiene. I got dressed in a white maxi dress, Chanel sandals, subtle jewelry, and my Chanel shades. By the time I finished taking the twists out of my hair, Nate had arrived, and I was out the door.

Aside from me knowing that he was into some illegal activities, I didn’t know much else about Nate. All I knew was that he was fine, had lots of money, and a good mouth. The dick was decent and satisfying, but he didn’t give me that toe-curling, stalking his location, putting my name on his DTE bill, cosigning on a car, spoiling him back type dick.

If it wasn’t for his looks, mouth, and money, I wouldn’t have agreed to go out with him in the daytime.

He was a sneaky link, and that was it.

I was sure if he knew he was the only one getting sex from me, it’d really go to his head and make him believe he had a chance.

He didn’t.

He could, however, relieve me of my stress for today.

During breakfast, I allowed Nate to do most of the talking. It was sad how I knew he only told me about his life and family because he really wanted to get to know me.

Me? I gave little to nothing.

It wasn’t just because I didn’t want to, but the whole time I sat across from him, my mind was on the holy ghost that hadn’t reached out or returned my phone calls.

I had never been this damn pressed about a man, but those three dates with Solomon had me ready to Google his company and pull up to his job.

What is wrong with you, Temple Jael? What the hell did this man do to you?

I couldn’t understand it, and maybe it wasn’t for me to understand. All I knew was that he came in like a force, and I was stuck on what the hell happened.

After we left The Breakfast Spot, we headed to the mall to do some shopping.