Unconditional

Chapter 7

•Kimberly•

When I came out of my outfit, I was going to ask for Chris' opinion but he was gone.

"Maybe he went downstairs," I thought out loud.

I put on my bleach-washed skinny jeans, a plain long sleeved tan shirt, a cream colored leather jacket, a pair a tan ankle socks, and a pair of tan coach sneakers with matching Coach tote bag. I decide to leave my hair down so I just brushed it and looked at my overall appearance in the mirror and smiled with satisfaction.

"Kim!" Dionne yelled upstairs.

"What?" I said stepping into the hallway.

"Rashad is down here waiting for you."

"Okay, I'll be down in a minute."

I quickly applied some nude M•A•C lip gloss and grabbed my phone and keys then I went downstairs. Rashad stood up when he saw me and gave me a warm smile which I returned. He looked so good. He was real light skin like silk buttercream, body of a god, about 6'2, light brownish-hazel eyes, beautiful pearly with teeth, deep dimples with the handsome smile to match, and underneath that Prada sweater I knew lie plenty of tattoos. I never seen them up close though because I didn't want it to look like I was sweating him.

We have a little bit of an age difference but what the hell. I'm twenty-three and he's twenty-nine about to turn thirty.

When I got closer he engulfed me in a warm but friendly hug.

"Hey, you ready to go?" he asked me.

"Yeah, let's go," I replied.

We walked out and he lead me to a white 2012 Jaguar. It was nice as hell and when I sat in the passenger seat I sank in to to soft interior. His leather seats were like butter.

"You look good Kimberly. You surely grew up," Rashad commented.

I smiled, "Thank you. You look good too."

"You're welcome," he said pulling off, "So that's ya crib?"

"Yeah. I been living here for about a year now."

"That's wassup."

Time just seem to fly by because we were pulling in to IHOP's parking lot in no time. As soon as we were seated a waitress came to us for our orders.

"I would like to have the Belgian Waffle Combo; Turkey Bacon, I would like my eggs scrambled, and an orange juice. Thank you," said handing my menu over to her.

"I would like to have three eggs, scrambled, and pancakes with four strips of turkey bacon, and an orange juice as well," he smiled sincerely while showing a hint of his dimples.

After the waitress left to go fill our order Rashad looked at me with a smile still on his face. That was smile was contagious too, I couldn't help but to smile back.

"So, I see you got ya stuff together so far. Got ya own crib, ride, money. What are you're future plans."

"I've been saving up money for the longest and been starting on projects to start some businesses and invest in some."

"Damn, you really going hard. You really matured from when I seen you growing up. I always seen that you had a good head on your shoulders but damn you making shit happen asap."

"I'm determined to make a difference in the world. But what about you? What you been in to?"

"Everything. Investing in companies, marketing, promoting, I do it all."

"I see you."

I smiled and at that moment the waitress came with our food. After she set our food down in front of us she told us to enjoy our meal and went to the next table.