My Convict

13-Coffee

-Brandy

"Wouldn't it make sense to just wear the same wig from the last time?" Elijah asks, from behind me.

My eyes roll to the back of my head. "No, Elijah it wouldn't. I'm sure he's expecting me to show up looking how I looked, the last time we saw each other. I'm trying to change his expectations, you know keep him interested. Who knows, he might actually like that type of shit." I say as I continue to apply some light makeup to my face. "It's spontaneous."

"It really isn't," Elijah replies, crossing his arms.

My eyebrows raise. "You're being a baby. Stop being salty."

He looks at me in the mirror, his mouth wide open in shock. "Me? Salty?" He questions before scoffing. "Never. Especially not over Andreas."

My lips lift up in a smirk. "So you're telling me, you're not bothered at the fact that I'm getting all dolled up just to go see your cousin?" My smirk widens once I see the look on his face. "Since we're going on a breakfast date, he'll probably get a little touchy. You know, since I'm one of a kind." I turn to face him, kicking up my leg. His eyes stay glued on them. "He'll even probably touch my ass, maybe even grab it."

Elijah continues looking at my legs before he snaps out of whatever trans he was in. "It doesn't bother me." He says, moving closer. "You wanna know why?"

"Why?" I ask, leaning against the chair.

He bends down to his knees, in front of me. His hands run smoothly up and down my legs. "Because you're mine. And no, will ever be able to handle you," He bends his head down and kisses my leg. "Touch you," Kiss. "Or even f**k you like I can." Kiss. "Now stop trying to make me jealous and hurry up and finish get dressed." He says standing up.

I huff, before standing up. "I'm basically done. I'm just waiting for Michelle to bring the car."

"You have any idea what car she's bringing?" Elijah asks, facing me.

"Nope," I reply, putting on some earrings.

"You really gonna take that crap?" He questions. My eyes avert to what he's staring at and my face forms into a frown.

"Yes, Elijah I am. My doctor recommended it, so I'm taking it. Besides, if I don't take it and I do end up pregnant it's going to f**k up your plan." Picking up my purse, I turn to face him. "And I'm personally not trying to have another baby right now Elijah, especially not with everything that's going on. My life is all over the place."

Elijah says nothing. Confusion marks his face as he stares at me. He clears his throat. "I was just asking because while I was in prison I read that the pill causes vomiting and headaches, along with some other stuff. Just didn't want you to go through all that." He scratches the back of his head, something I've noticed he does countless of times when in an awkward situation. "I know that you getting pregnant can affect my plan Brandy, I'm not stupid. And I'm not against you taking the pill, I'm just worried about the side effects of taking them. I didn't know that was such a problem."

My eyes close, taking in his every word. Now I felt bad, I should've never insinuated. "I'm sorry," I admit, looking away. "There was this old man at the store and he said some pretty annoying s**t while I was getting the pills." Sighing, my eyes finally meet his. "I just thought that you were going to say something negative about the pills. And no it's not a problem." I pause. "It's actually kinda cute to know that you're worried about my health."

"Mmh." He mumbled, before walking out of the room.

Great, now he's the one that's mad.

"Elijah, you can't be mad at me," I say, following him out of the room.

"I'm not mad." He says in a bored tone.

"Really because it sure as hell looks like it." Breathing in, my feet stop moving. "Look, it's not my fault. The only person that's ever cared about my health was my mom. I don't know how to react to someone else actually caring about me. It's... weird to me in a way."

He stops walking, his back facing me. "Well, you need to get used to it." He says. "Because I don't only care about your health... I care about you." He admits, turning around. "A lot."

A sly smirk makes its way onto my face. "Is that your way in confessing your undying love for me?" I question, wiggling my eyebrows together.

He laughs loudly, which causes me to smile. I loved making him laugh. He nudges me a bit. "Don't push it." He says, his face slightly red. "I'm only saying that I care about you."

My smile widens. "Mmh, yeah and I'm Michael Jackson."

He rolls his eyes. "C'mere." He says, gesturing with his finger. I take a step closer. "Closer." He says, which causes me to take another step. When I'm close enough he pulls me into his chest. "You smell good." He says, looking down at my lips.

"I know, that's that Midnight Heat by Beyoncé," I tell him, staring into his eyes. "You're gonna mess up my makeup if you kiss me."

"No, I'm not if anything I'm going to fix it." He bends down, placing his hand on my cheek. Pulling me close, our lips lock onto one another. The kiss grew, lasting more as he traces my lips with his tongue. He plunged his tongue deeper into my mouth, devouring the sweet taste we make together. He finally pulls away, at big smirk on his face. "See, I fixed it."

My lips pursed together, they felt swollen but they also tingled at the same time. "Really?" I ask, smiling. "Then how come it's all over your lips?"

"Really?" He questions wiping at his lips.

I nod. "Yeah."

Someone clears their throat, causing me to jump up. My eyes quickly land on Michelle. "Um, I got the car." She says looking back and forth at me and Elijah. "It's parked outside waiting for you." You could tell she was trying her best not to smile.

Looking back at Elijah, I clear my throat. "Welp, this is awkward... I'm gonna go now. See you later."

Elijah smiles small. "Later, be safe. Your gun is in your purse if anything."

"Thanks." Both me and Michelle walk out the front door. "Don't even start," I say once we're outside.

She bursts out laughing, clutching onto her stomach. "I knew it, I knew it, I fuckin knew it. Mia owes me big time! I told her y'all were f*****g but she was like, "Nah boss lady would never do that." And I was like, "Yes the f**k she would, especially since she hasn't had d**k in a minute."

"Oh my lord," I mumbled, pinching the bridge of my nose. "You guys bedded on me."

Michelle shrugs, passing me the keys to the car. "Hell yeah and now I'm making a hundred dollars. Thank you so much." She cheers. "Now tell me girl, how long y'all been doing it and how good was it?"

I look at her sheepishly. "It happened in the middle of the night... it was so damn good."

"Oh my God, I can only imagine," Michelle says dreamily. "That man is a God." 

"Damn right," I say, remembering what happened last night. Shaking my head, I quickly shook those memories away. "Ight, I'm gonna head out before I'm late."

"Hold up, I almost forgot." She says, suddenly remembering something. "Savannah sent a link to your decoy phone. She said to click it once your phone is close enough to Andreas's. His phone has to be facing down in order for this to work."

"What does the link do?"

"It transfers all his contacts, call logs, pictures, and much more other stuff onto your phone. That way, we know who he's texting and etc."

I nod, staring at the beautiful brown Audi Q8 SUV parked outside on the driveway. "Where'd you get the car?" I ask in awe. This car was so expensive and sexy.

"Borrowed it from this man... named Kevin." She said, blushing a bit.

My brows furrowed. "Kevin? I've never heard of him, where'd you meet this Kevin?"

Michelle avoids my gaze, she bites down on her lips. "At the movies theatre, he was with his buddies and he kept cracking jokes in the middle of the movie. And you know me, I love me some Spider-Man. Like everyone knows that's my favorite superhero and I don't play when it comes to him. Anyways, I looked back at him and I was like, "Sir, could you please shut the f**k up?!" And he was so shocked, then he was like, "Excuse you?" And you know me, I fear no one. So I repeated myself. And you know what this fool dared to say to me?"

"No, what?"

"This dude really said, you're a girl what you know about comics?" And that s**t had my blood boiling, so I glared at him and was like, "I know everything about comics, especially when it comes down to Spider-Man." So he was like, "Ight, let's see. I bet you can't name twenty versions of Spider-Man." So I was like, "I most definitely can, even though there are six hundred and sixteen versions. What do I get when I name them all?" He thought about it hard, before saying, "You get to keep my car for a week and if I win, you have to give me your number." And eventually, I won the car."

"Wow." It was the only word I could use to describe that story. "That's... wow."

"I know. But guess what."

"What?"

"I ended up giving him my number aways." My eyes widen. "What?" She shrugs. "He's fine as fuck."

I smirk. "We're gonna talk more about this when I get back, cuz I most definitely need a description on how he looks."

"Ight cool, see ya later."

"Later," I said before, getting in the car and driving away.

-

It was ten thirty-eight by the time I reached the cafe. It was a small cafe that looked very expensive, which really wasn't a surprise to me considering the fact that it was on the rich side of town. From the online reviews, everyone is saying that they serve good breakfast and good coffee, they also say that the employees are very nice and helpful. Pulling my pencil skirt down a bit, I finally decide to walk into the buzzing cafe. Jazz music sounds throughout the room as I look around for where Andrea was sitting. The delicious scent of coffee wafts through the air, causing my mouth to water. "Alex?" A husky voice calls from across the room.

Walking to where he was, my red stilettos tap against the dark wooden floor. "Hey, Andreas," I say, reaching the table. He stood up and shook my hand. He had a very firm grip "Wow, your hands are big." Taking in his appearance, he has on a gray Saint Laurent suit, with black leather shoes to go with it.

He frowns a bit, confused by my statement. "Thank you?" He says, but it sounds more like a question. "I hope that's a good thing."

I smile small, trying to flirt. "It is."

His lips twitched up into a small smile. "Good." He picks up a menu and hands it to me. "You can order whatever you like, it's all on me."

"Really?" I question and he nods. "You do know that paying for a women's food is a way to her heart?"

He chuckles. "I did not know that good thing I know now. Hopefully, this will give me access into your heart... and of course knowing you better." We fall into a comfortable silence as we both look through the menu. When we both decide what we want, Andreas calls over a waitress and we tell her our order.

"So I'm curious to know Andreas, how come you asked me out to breakfast?" I ask laying my hand down on the pub table. "

"You've... intrigued me." He admits, looking into my eyes. Taking a sip of his water, his blue eyes never leave mine. "I've been thinking about you ever since you've left my office. And I've decided it would be best to just... meet you."

"Hmm," I say curiously. "So in other words, you chose to meet me to see if you can get me out of your mind."

He nods. "Yes, that pretty much sums it up." He looks me up and down. "You look beautiful, very beautiful. I'm sorry I didn't tell you that sooner."

Smiling lightly, I nod. "It's fine." Crossing my hands together, my body gets comfortable. "Let's Play a game, Andreas."

His eyebrows raise. "A game?" He asks, before nodding. "Alrighty then. I'll play, although this isn't something people do on dates."

"So this is a date?" I ask. "I thought it was just breakfast?"

He chuckles. "It's both." He leans more into his seat. "Now, what's this game you're talking about?" He questions.

"It's called guess. You guess things about me and I'll do the same. It'll help us get to know each other."

Andreas shakes his head. "Okay, I'll go first." He places his hands under his chin, as his feet tap lightly on the ground. "You're in your late twenties, twenty-nine to be exact. You probably grew up in a home with one parent, because most people who have two always find a way to bring it up. Seeing as how you reacted to seeing that dog earlier when you first got out of your car, you're afraid of dogs and most likely all animals in general. Judging by the red stilettos and the red ring on your finger, I'm gonna guess that you like the color red. You lick your lips a lot, probably because you use to smoke or still do. You change your hair a lot because it gives you confidence. You probably never went to college and just chose to pursue your writing career. And I'm one hundred percent sure you like coffee, maybe even love it. Also, it's either you have a high paying job or you were born into wealth." He says, leaving me speechless by how accurate he was. "Did I get any of those right?"

"Wow, you sure you didn't run a background check on me?" I joked but was in a way serious.

Andreas shakes his head. "Nope, I'd never do that. I'd rather find out from the person who they are." He removes his hands from under his arm. "So, how much of that did I get right?"

"Most of it. Yes, I grew up with one parent, my father." Lie. "He died years ago, leaving me with a pretty decent amount of money to hopefully one day open up a book publishing company. I hate every animal, except for goldfishes. My favorite color is, in fact, red, but it's also gold. I shamefully do lick my lips a lot, I smoke a little bit of weed on some occasions. I do change my hair a lot because it makes me feel confident, but also because protective hairstyles are good for my hair. And I did go to college, I just dropped out after the first year. My love for coffee is out of this world and yes, I'm pretty wealthy."

He opens his mouth to say something but shuts it once he sees the waitress coming our way. She gives us a bright smile as she sets both our food and drinks down, before leaving. "Glad to know that I was right about most of it." He looks down at his food, before looking up at me. "You're turn."

I clear my throat. "This will be easy." I tease. "You're probably in your early thirties, thirty-three or four to be exact. From the way you speak and how proper you are, I'm guessing you grew up with both parents in your life and that you went to private school. From the way you smell, I can tell you only smoke cigars, (the expensive kind, and that you like the Christian Dior Ambre Nuit cologne. You're very observant and organized, and by the color of your office and the color of the suit, you're wearing you don't have a favorite color. You just like colors, particularly dark ones. Because of how hard your hands are, it's either because you excise a lot or you're just an artist of some sort. You did, in fact, go to college because if you didn't, you couldn't own a bank. You give off this tuff/cold personal because you don't want to get close to people. You're a true momma's boy and also an overachiever." Taking a gulp of my black coffee, I stare up at him. "How'd I do?"

He stays quiet, looking at me with intense eyes. Something Elijah always does when he's trying to process what I said. "You're right... about everything." He admits before averting his gaze down onto his pancakes. "How'd you know all that?"

I shrug, nonchalantly. "I'm also very observant. There's that and the fact that you're an open book."

He takes his knife and fork and starts to break down his pancake by pieces. I do the same, wanting badly to see how these blueberry pancakes taste. "Tell me how you made the connection."

Taking a bite of my pancake, my mouth melts. It tastes so f*****g good. "Well for one, it's statically proven that if a person has good posture and speaks proper, they've most likely attended a private school. My father loved Christian Dior, had a whole collection so that's how I know the smell. You look like the type of guy to smoke cigars, and since you own a bank it's pretty obvious that you work long hours, which can be stressful, which would be a reason why you drink. Now the not having a favorite color thing, that was seriously a good guess. Most guys are all momma boy and you look like an overachiever." Elijah told me all I needed to about him.

Andreas wipes his lips, smirking. "And how does an overachiever look like?"

I grin. "Like you."

His joyful chuckle, echoes through the place, getting the attention of others but he pays them no mind. "You're funny, you know that right?"

"I've been told." Taking another bite of my pancake, I licked my lips. "What are your likes and dislikes?"

"Umm." He looks up at the ceiling in thinking. He opens his mouth to answer, but nothing comes out because his phone pings. "Sorry." He apologizes, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "It's most likely work." He says, not bothering to look at his screen. Putting the phone on silence, he lays it down on the table. "Umm, I like fruits, cars, exercising and m&ms."

"And your dislike?"

"That's a secret." He teases, looking into my eyes. "If I tell you, I'd have to kill you." Apart of me believed him. His eyes look past mine as he stares at something behind me. The small smile on his face disappears and is replaced with a glare.

"You alright?" I ask, worried at his sudden mood change. I place my hand on top of his. "You look kinda annoyed."

He looks down at my hand, before looking back at me. "I'm fine." He says, but it sounds strain. "Give me one second, I'll be right back." Standing up, he walks away from our table, leaving his phone behind. Turning my head, I watch as he walks across the room and towards some guy across the room. The unknown man looked annoyed. He was dressed in a black jacket and had on jeans. I couldn't get a good look at his face, but I could tell he was young. Andreas and the unknown man engages in what seems like a heated conversation.

I take that as my cue to take out my phone and click on the link Savannah sent me. Setting my phone down near Andreas's, everything starts to transfer. Looking back, I see Andreas still arguing with the unknown man. "Come on, hurry up," I mumble silently to myself. Only twenty percent of everything was loaded.

"You need anything else?" The waitress asks, coming out of the middle of nowhere. The hair on my body stands up as my heart skips a beat.

Forcing a smile, I restrain myself from calling her out her name. "No, where good. Thanks for asking." She nods and walks to another table. Looking down at my phone, only eighty percent of the file has been downloaded. I sigh in anticipation. "Come on, come on," I mumble, seeing Andreas walk away from the man. Before he even reaches our table, my phone buzzes, signaling that everything was complete. Picking my phone up, I quickly put it inside my purse.

"Alex." He calls as he makes it back. He doesn't sit. "I'm sorry to do this but,"

"Something came up?" I say interrupting him.

He nods slowly. "Yeah, it's work." He says sounding disappointed. "I have to leave, but I'm hoping that you will agree on going out with me again so that I can make it up to you."

"Okay," I say, after a couple of seconds. "We can go on another date, but you're paying again."

He smiles. "Of course." Pulling his wallet out of his pocket, he takes out a fifty dollar bill and sets it on the table. "Come on, I'll walk you out." He says, picking up his phone. Standing up from my seat, I collect my things and grab my coffee. Together we both walk out of the cafe.

"So, do you always have a work emergency?"

"Not always, it just depends on the time of the day." He answers. "Work doesn't intervene with my life after ten pm."

"Is that the time you're trying to meet for our next date."

He grins. "Yes, if you're okay with that." He says, before quickly adding, "It'll just be dinner, nothing imitate or anything. I'm not going out with you for sex... I just want to get to know you."

We make it to my car. "Good to know Andreas. I really enjoyed our breakfast date."

"And I'm sure you'll enjoy the next date." I unlock the car and he opens the door for me. "I'll text you." He says once I'm inside. Grabbing my hand, he brings it up to his lips and places a kiss on top of it. "Drive safe."

I smile. "You too." He shuts my door and walks away. Buckling up myself, I start my car. The whole date replays in my mind as I quietly drive home. Andreas honestly didn't seem that bad, but he could be putting up a front. Apart of me didn't see how he betrayed Elijah, he seemed so grounded... and very well put together.

"I guess only time will tell," I say to myself.