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  Single & Ready 2

  Lolah Lace

  SINGLE & READY 2

  By

  Lolah Lace

  Adapted the original screenplay

  Single & Ready

  also written by Lolah Lace

  2nd Edition

  Copyright © 2020

  By

  Lolah Lace

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  Contents

  Introduction

  *Explicit Adult Content*

  1. Upside Down

  2. Love Hangover

  3. It’s My Turn

  4. Missing You

  5. I’m Coming Out

  6. Remember Me

  7. Chain Reaction

  8. It’s My House

  9. Reach Out And Touch

  10. Swept Away

  Epilogue

  Authors Note

  Books by Lolah Lace

  Introduction

  Back in 2018 I created and wrote a web series called Single & Ready. The series was later made into a movie and is currently available at Amazon Prime video. The movie was released in 2019. After a few readers asked me to turn the movie into a book I decided to do just that. I only wrote and created Single & Ready. I didn’t produce it, direct it or cast the actors that appeared in it. The producers of Single & Ready decided to produce Urban films. But I still had a treatment for a part 2 of Single & Ready. I’m sure a lot of folks want to know what happened after the film ended. So I decided to write the book so you can see what the original material looked like and what happened after the was never filmed. There were a lot of things cut out of the movie that were in the original screenplay. Another reason I adapted the screenplay into a book and this is the conclusion to Single & Ready. Please Enjoy!

  *Explicit Adult Content*

  This book is considered Romantic Fiction with erotic and elements. This is for mature audiences only. This book contains profane language, mild violence, extreme sexual situations, and adult themes.

  Upside Down

  LATANYA

  Since I had never been in a situation like this in my long albeit boring life, I didn’t know what to do. Brandon was standing next to me, bucket ass naked. My ex, Nick, was standing in front of me looking like a wounded puppy dog. I wanted to Usain Bolt, but where to. With my luck, I would be the only Black girl in history to trip and fall during a sprint.

  I cocked my head to the right and could see a huge smirk on Tami’s face. She wasn’t funny with her Alexa play Ex’s and Oh’s line. We don’t even have Alexa. If Alexa couldn’t teleport me to another country she wasn’t good for anything, anyway.

  I would never be able to live this fiasco down. This was happening to me. I still couldn’t believe it. Why me? I didn’t even deserve this level of foolishness in my life. But I was here, and I was the common denominator. I had to do something about it. Running wasn’t an option, even though it entered my mind again. I opted for talking. My voice box was intact. With a little enunciation I should be good to go.

  “Nick, why are you here?” I asked what might be an obvious question because someone had to say something. That someone apparently had to be me.

  “I’m here to see you.”

  My eyebrow arched. I felt it go up. He needed to do better than that. He didn’t know Brandon and Tami couldn’t stand him. Did he get dumb after he dumped me? I was the only logical person he was here to see.

  “I’m busy.”

  “I just need a few minutes. You blocked my number. You blocked me everywhere. I can’t call you.”

  That was true. I blocked him on all my social media accounts too. I did a quick mental checklist, Facebook, Twitter, IG, Snapchat, Tik Tok, Discord, MeWe and Likr.

  I couldn’t think of anything else to say, so I decided to just slowly repeat myself.

  “I am busy.”

  This was too damn awkward. Nick’s face looked so pitiful, but I wasn’t in the mood to address that. Plus, it would be rude towards Brandon. I was being pulled in two different directions and I didn’t like the feeling.

  I glanced over at Tami. I hoped she would save me. I tried to talk to her psychically, but I wasn’t psychic. I was a woman way out of my depth. I was done with this situation. I knew I wasn’t equipped to handle it. I was quick-witted.

  Then I had a thought. Should I push Nick out of the apartment doorway? It was an option. I could slam the door in his face, but that wasn’t really my style. That was more Tami’s style. I wished there was something she could do to save me. But she was leaving it all up to me.

  It was time for me to tap out. I took the arm of my nude suitor and walked down the hall toward my bedroom. My exit was semi-dramatic. But it was the best I could do without any real thought or preparation.

  “Didn’t I tell you not to come here?” I heard Tami’s voice warn right before I ducked into my bedroom.

  I also heard the door slam in Nick’s face. She really didn’t like him. I wanted to know why. I shouldn’t care. I didn’t like his flaky ass anymore either. But my curiosity wanted to hear what he had to say. Maybe I needed closure to truly move on. Or I wanted to take my angry out on him since he was the one that caused it.

  I watched Brandon sit on the edge of my bed. I closed my door for privacy. I wasn’t sure why. My bestie and my ex-boyfriend had seen Brandon’s hot polish sausage. He wasn’t shy, and I was still trying to figure out if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

  “So that was your ex-boyfriend?”

  “Yes, we broke up three months ago.” My eyes went down to his penis because it was right there for me to see. He was incredibly big, even in his flaccid state. His dick was a distraction. “Well, I didn’t break up with him. He broke up with me for no reason that I can come up with. Something about space. He needed his space or something.”

  “That’s vague.”

  “It is. I blocked him and gave him the space he so desperately craved.” I was talking strangely, but the situation was weird, my excuse.

  “Huh, you don’t seem clingy to me.”

  “I’m not. He’s just stupid.”

  “He looks stupid.” Brandon agreed.

  “He showed up unannounced. I haven’t seen or talked to him in three months.”

  “Why do you think he randomly appeared at your door?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. I don
’t understand why men do the things they do.”

  Brandon smirked. “We don’t understand why we do the things we do. Come here.”

  I walked the few steps it took to stand in front of him.

  “What’s up?” I innocently asked.

  “My cock.” He looked down and my eyes followed. Sure enough, his dick was up and Adam. “Hop on.”

  His command was tempting, but there was one thing missing. “We need condoms.”

  “I’ll pick some up later today.” Brandon grabbed my wrist and pulled me forward.

  “Why are you so rough?”

  “Because I know you like it rough.”

  See, I couldn’t even argue with this man. He knew me. He let go of my wrist to ease himself back onto the center of my bed. I was trying to use my brain and ignore the natural juices forming inside my swollen vagina.

  “Brandon, we really need condoms.” Woo chile, that was hard to say when I knew I had a WAP right between my thighs.

  “C’mon, I told you I was clean.”

  I decided to challenge him with the one thing I knew would run a man off to the nearest drugstore. “Okay, but what about babies?”

  “You’re on the pill.”

  “What?”

  “You’re on birth control.”

  “I never said that I was on any birth control.”

  “You didn’t have to. My eyes spied a pack of birth control pills on top of your dresser.”

  Fuck! I looked back and there was a pack of birth control pills right on the dresser with to my favorite Fenty Beauty lip-gloss. They were right there where I keep them. Right out in the open because I didn’t want to ever again forget to take them. That pregnancy scare got me all the way together. I vowed that would never happen again.

  “Brandon, last night was great, but I have to put my foot down.”

  “Okay, since you’re putting your foot down.”

  The twinkle in his eyes meant he wasn’t taking me seriously. I watched as Brandon rose from the bed.

  What was happening here?

  “Fine. We have already had unprotected sex, but I’ll go pick up some breakfast and come back with some condoms.” He said.

  “Okay, I would appreciate it.”

  Brandon scanned my body. He looked at me like an animal that was deciding if he would pounce on me or trot back off into the forest. I stood very still because I heard you shouldn’t run when an animal is about to attack.

  “What do you want to eat?” He asked.

  “Surprise me.”

  “Pancakes, bacon, eggs?” He asked as he was slipping his legs into his pants. It appeared he was going to leave without incident.

  Every muscle in the top half of his body flexed when he moved, and I almost forgot to answer. His eyes found me and then I could speak.

  “Yeah, pancakes.”

  “I’ll be right back.” He pulled his t-shirt over his head and slid his arms in.

  I stood idle as he slipped on his shoes. He grabbed his cell phone off the side night table. He walked the few steps it took to be in front of me and gently kissed my forehead.

  I followed him down the hall, to the front door and watched him leave. I stood in the doorway and let my eyes follow him to the stairs. He was really fine, much better looking then my ex.

  Walking toward me was my neighbor Crystal. I wiped the smile off my face instantly. She wasn’t the type of neighbor you ki-ki-d with. She was extra.

  Crystal was cool enough, but she was nosey as hell. She was carrying a laundry basket, and I was sure she was coming from the Laundromat. I couldn’t understand why she just didn’t get one of those stackable washer dryers. Management let us have them in our apartments.

  I wanted to close the door, but she had already seen me with my gigantic head poked outside my apartment door. I just hoped my good sex face was back to my regular resting bitch face.

  “Hey Crystal.” I said as she approached me.

  “Hey. Who that man coming out your apartment?”

  “Nobody.”

  “You lying.”

  “No, no, he’s nobody important.”

  “He look familiar.”

  “You think all White people look the same.”

  “No, I don’t. He don’t look nothing like that other boyfriend you had, the one with the Tesla.”

  “Because he’s not the one with the Tesla.”

  “Right. I just said that. You must really like them White boys cause I ain’t never seen you with nobody Black or Latino or Indian.”

  “I like all men, Crystal.” I had to clear that up before she started spreading rumors I hate my own kind.

  “Stay Black, Olivia Pope.” She rolled her eyes and walked off, leaving me looking at her like she was crazy.

  Crystal always had to have the last word, and I let her. She enjoyed messing with me. She was the only other Black person in this apartment building beside Tami and me. Being Black was pretty much the only thing we had in common with her.

  I went back into my apartment. My mind started working overtime, and I thought about Brandon. What if he wasn’t coming back? What if he used breakfast and condoms as a way to escape my place and never talk to me again? How long should I wait for him to return? A dull panic came over me. I didn’t know what to think or what to believe. I didn’t know him. He didn’t know me. This was an unfamiliar experience for me. Maybe it was a one-night stand. I’d never had one, and this could be just that.

  This was precisely why I hated dating. It was just too hard. My ex put me in this situation and now I had to start all over again. The quest to find out if a guy really liked me was daunting. I wouldn’t be able to spot a joker who was just playing games. I was bad at games. I couldn’t even win at Uno. I was always getting hit with the draw four-card.

  There was no way around it. I would obsess about Brandon while I took a quick shower. It was better than the times I was consumed with thoughts of Nick. After my shower, I made coffee.

  Love Hangover

  Brandon returned with hot breakfast food and condoms. Seeing him return put all my anxieties to bed. He made it his mission to put me to bed. I had a full-blown day of nothing but sex. He stayed all day Sunday. He didn’t leave until early Monday.

  I was tired Monday morning. It was just enough time for me to shower and get dressed for work. I made it to the office parking lot with only five minutes to spare. I enjoyed being early and punctuality was a thing for me. I also liked being dicked down all day and all night Sunday, but I had to get my mind right for work.

  I pulled into one of the designated parking spaces for supervisors. The first one was vacant. I gathered up my laptop bag and my purse. I disconnected my cell phone from my car charger and tossed it into my purse. I stepped out of my car. My stomach growled. I was going to have to drink more than coffee this morning.

  I slammed my car door and could only get a few feet away from my car when I saw him. He looked disheveled and like he had gotten no sleep. I remembered that female doctor that got ambushed in her hospital parking lot by her ex-fiancée.

  “Jesus, Nick, what are you doing at my job?”

  “I can’t get ahold of you.”

  “So that means come to my job?” I was livid. Holding it in my anger was nearly impossible. I knew it was crazy to think he would harm me, but I watched the news. After he dumped me by text, I knew that I didn’t know Nick at all.

  “I really need to talk to you.” His voice was desperate.

  “Why? Why now?” I felt it was a legitimate question.

  “It’s time.”

  “Why now? Because you said so.”

  “I have to tell you what happened.”

  “I knew what happened. It was in the text message you sent that I screenshot.”

  “Latanya, please, there’s more to it.”

  “Now you want to talk to me, face-to-face, when you dumped me by text.”

  “I know. I fucked up. It was a messed up thing to do and I’m sorry.”
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  “Nick, you’re at my job. This is not the place, and it’s not the time.” I sneered.

  “I know, but I didn’t have any other choice. You blocked me everywhere.”

  “You know my address. You could’ve written a letter.”

  He looked at me like writing a letter on a piece of paper was a Stone Age concept. Maybe, but it was better to be creative instead of creepy.

  “I just need five minutes.” He begged. Did he really think I should afford him the courtesy of a conversation that he didn’t afford me?

  “I don’t have to give you any of my time or my minutes. There are video cameras on the building and in the parking lot. You’re making a scene.”

  His eyes scanned the area, searching for the hidden cameras. I just needed him to know big brother was watching him at all times.

  “I just want to talk.”

  “I’m not going to be late for work, listening to you talk about whatever it is you came to tell me in this parking lot.”

  My coworker Mark was doing a fantastic job of lingering around in my general area. He was listening to my conversation, but I didn’t care. He already knew all my personal business. I was going to tell him about this little ambush as soon as he came into my office with my coffee. Mark was used to getting an earful from me.

  “Hey Mark.” I called out to him, hoping he would get the hint that I needed his assistance.

  He caught the hint and briskly rushed over to Nick and me. “Good morning, I got your coffee.”

  Nick’s eyes scanned Mark. I could see jealousy in his face. He got another arrow in his heart. Now he knows how I felt. Mark was tall, handsome and well built. That’s why he got all those goofy chicks in the building. I took so much pleasure in seeing Nick realize I had options. He didn’t have to know that Mark was just a coworker and ki-ki friend. I figuratively smacked him in the face with two fines ass dudes in the brief span of time. I felt like Drake. I hit him with a back to back.