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please. When we’re in the store or whatnot, you throw so much shade toward anyone who even blinks at you, that they’re too intimidated to speak.” She paused and giggled. “I don’t believe it. You’re lying.”
    â€œWell, I’m not lying so believe it. I’m actually meeting up with a man. I wanted to alert you to my whereabouts in case something happens.”
    Winsome laughed from the other end. “You are so damn paranoid. You met him in a public place and you’re meeting him in another public place. How do you ever expect to settle down if you think every man is a sociopath?”
    â€œHe might be a damn sociopath. Time will tell and it’s not like I’ve never attracted them before. Did you forget about Paul?”
    â€œPaul wasn’t a sociopath. Paul was a man whore.”
    â€œSame difference.”
    We both laughed as the valet handed me a ticket.
    â€œSo, is he fine?” Winsome asked.
    â€œHave you sucked more than ten dicks in the past year?”
    The valet stared at me like I was crazy. It probably made his dick hard, though.
    I smiled and kept walking toward the entrance.
    â€œFuck you, Jemistry.”
    â€œI’m about the only person you know that you haven’t fucked.”
    â€œBye, heifer!”
    Winsome hung up and while my words had been stated jokingly, I really did need to have a talk with her about slowing her roll. Winsome was bisexual, so she was doing the most. She was exceptionally beautiful and that only escalated her ability to get random people into her bed. She was originally from Trinidad but she relocated to the States to attend Howard, which is where we met. She had flawless skin the color of a coconut, dark brown eyes that seemed to stare right through you, and deep dimples that complemented her five-foot-two, petite frame. Men and women were constantly drawn to her like moths to a flame. While I was good at deflecting people, Winsome had this “come hither” look about her.
    I enjoyed sex but she loved sex, and my issue was that she always had numerous people trying to get into her panties. We were both single so it was whatever. Yet and still, she was prone to bring strangers to our place and that was when the drama started. Some felt like they could drop by whenever, some never wanted to leave, and others simply looked suspect to me. Like they might jump off the edge of a cliff and go off if things did not go their way. Her business was only my business because we were roommates and I would often walk into some mess, or wake up to some mess, and it was just . . . messy.
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    Tevin was sitting at the bar near the entrance of Oya. I loved the spot because it had a Miami type of feel in the heart of downtownDC. With all-white leather seats, white tables, and white-and-gray-marble floors and walls, the atmosphere was intimate and relaxing.
    â€œYou showed!” Tevin exclaimed. “I didn’t ask for a table yet. I didn’t want to take a walk of shame if you stood me up.”
    â€œWalk of shame?”
    â€œYes, when a person sits at a table looking crazy and staring at the door to the point where people at other tables start watching the door to see if the person is going to be stood up or not. Then they have to try to make an uncomfortable exit while people snicker at them under their breath.”
    â€œThat actually makes sense. Walk of shame. I have to remember that one.” I giggled and looked into his eyes. Damn shame, he was so sexy. “I’ll be honest. I had a little debate with myself about coming, but you seem harmless . . . so far.”
    He shrugged. “The best thing about having a debate with yourself is that you always win.”
    We both laughed.
    â€œThat’s true,” I said.
    An uncomfortable silence fell between us for a few seconds.
    Then, he said, “Once you get to know me, I hope you come to a final conclusion on whether