I'm tired of black men...but then again I'm not

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When Shanty texted me saying that she and Shay would be at the new lounge opening up downtown Phoenix, I took that as an opportunity to make things right with Shay.

Shanty told me Shay and the white guy finally broke up a few months back, which was music to my ears.

It was about damn time. I never understood what Shay saw in dude anyways, with his corny-ass. 

She was too damn good for him, in my opinion. 

I couldn't believe I lost the woman I never had to a white man that didn't deserve her. That shit hit me harder than a boulder to my face.

But it also woke me up and made me realize what I had the entire time, and thanks to the heavens, I am given a second opportunity to alter my wrongdoings, and that's precisely what I plan on doing; because I've been longing for Shay like crazy.

Life has not been the same without her in it.

I haven't even been dating like that because every time I'm with a woman, I think how she doesn't scale up to Shay or that I wish she were Shay.

So I just gave up entirely and invested my time into working and going to the gym.

Going to the gym has been stimulating and liberating. It's helped me to be able to cope with my hurt because it's been hard on me.

But I'm gradually getting through it.

I never imagined me taking the break-up this damn hard. I never knew Shay had this much of an impact on my life until now.

However, James was too excited when I called him to come out with me tonight, purposely not mentioning Shay.

There definitely would've been some judgment there if I confessed we are solely going out to meet up with Shanty and Shay. He has already made it his duty to tell me how I need to get over Shay and move on with my damn life.

If only it were that easy.

Nonetheless, I get spiffy as fuck! I put on a nice shirt and pants paired with my all-white Air-force 1's.

Shit, I look good!

I got a fresh new haircut because I was beginning to look like a werewolf. I got tired of people grabbing their kids when I walked by, so it felt suitable to get cleaned up and trimmed, finally.  

We arrived at the club late. Mainly because James was messing around and didn't get to my house to about ten-thirty. Pissing me the fuck off. SMDH!

I was trying to get there at the same time as Shanty and Shay to talk to Shay, but no thanks to that nigga, we arrived there around eleven p.m.

Soon as I get in there, I searched for Shay and was mad as hell to see her sexy chocolate self grinding on this man.

I was fuming, watching him rub all over her delicate body that looked so enchanting. She looked better than ever before. She also looked like she lost some weight which depicted her curves in the most pleasing way.

Not able to take their despicable performance any longer, I walk right over to them, leaving James' ass at the bar.

Soon as I got over there, I snatch Shay ass right off the man she was grinding on or should I say dry-humping? Anyways, the guy was so drunk he didn't even put up a fight and moved on to the next broad.

He unquestionably did himself a favor because the way he was touching Shay, I could've killed his ass. 

"We need to talk," I yell over the blaring music, staring down at her pretty face.

Damn, I missed her sexy ass.

She stands there smiling up at me while trying to maintain her balance. At this point, is when I realize how intoxicated she is, and before I know it, she loses the balance she was trying to sustain and tumbles toward me.

I instantly grab hold of her, quickly lifting her from the ground and throwing her over my shoulder. Pushing through the crowd of people, I transport her out of the club.

Once outside in the fresh night air, I text Shanty, letting her know I was taking Shay to my place, and she was okay with my decision like I knew her ass would be.

Shit, it was her idea, all along, to have me come up there, which is why she texted me in the first place. She has wanted me back with Shay just as severely as I did.  She hated to see her with that white boy, and so did I.

I place Shay's drunk ass in my passenger seat gently. I have a bit of nostalgia remembering the last time she was in my car; we were arguing over that dumb-ass white boy. So glad he is officially out of the picture.

I never knew what Shay saw in his weird white-ass, anyways.

SMDH! 

I look over at her constantly as I drive to my house. And wow, she looks so beautiful, even all drunk and unconscious. 

Since I live downtown where the lounge was, we got to my house in no time.

I lift Shay out of my car and gaze at her drunk ass passed out, and  I think to myself, you should have never left; you should've made her your woman so no other man could've had her.

Now that I have her in my possession, I will do right by her and never let her go.

After struggling a few minutes with getting the door open, trying my hardest not to drop Shay, I finally get into my house and take Shay straight to my bedroom.

I remove her clothes gently, trying not to wake her or hurt her, for that matter. I slip her into one of my white -tees that is so baggy on her petite body.

Wow, she's lost so much weight. It probably was stress. Just the thought alone makes me want to punch the shit out of that Justin character. He probably put her through so much pain, but who am I to talk? Shit, I didn't treat her any better.

I place her under the covers and cut off the lights allowing her to sleep in peace. I crack my door and sit on my couch, shocked that she is here in my house and in my bedroom.

I never thought this day would come, and now that it has arrived, I have no clue what to do with it. However, I will cherish every moment.

This time around, I will do right by you, Shay.

I'm going to MARRY you!

🎶Song for this Chapter: When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars 🎶

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