+TYPED OUT-

+REPARATION-

"Don't expect me to give you an answer," Monday finally said.

"You have mine. I'm good with that."

Kenneth remained true to his principle of honesty. Even without discussing their expectations, Monday knew what the man awaited from their relationship, if one could call it that. It suited her; she wasn't one to keep secrets either.

"I know it's early, but there won't be a better time. You don't need to answer me now. I want you to give it some thought."

"What do you want, Kenneth?"

"I invited you to New York last year andㅡ," the man couldn't believe it. His palms began to sweat.

"Kenneth?"

"Yes, I was saying I invited you, and it didn't happen. So, I was thinking, can you or would you consider a round trip to New York? No, pressure, see it as part of the Kenneth Mosely reparation pack."

"Kenneth, I'm not sure it's a good idea. There are so many things we don't know about one another. I'm not going to lie; I know my reactions, but yoursㅡI mean. What if you see something else you don't like about me and walk off on the streets of New York?"

"You're stressing me now. I assure you I'm not a psycho, andㅡ," Kenneth sighed, "I won't do that again, Monday. I swear, I wasㅡ," he paused and closed his eyes, "gosh, how I regret that."

"I'm not saying I won't ever come to visit you. It's just that I need time. I want to know you more."

Who could blame her? Not Kenneth.

He had done something that shocked Monday. It wasn't as much the part where he walked past her but the total indifference he displayed. Like most people, Monday preferred having someone saying they detested her than having them show complete disregard, which meant they didn't care.

Kenneth was the same. The laughs which escaped when she ignored his calls were nervous ones covering up his anxiety. He knew she played; still, the eventuality that Monday would never answer made the mans' heart hiccup.

One must never do what they don't want to be done to them. Kenneth didn't react as he did on purpose, but he promised not to repeat such action with her or anyone else.

"Okay, Monday, I understand. Can I come and see you then?"

"Where? In Paris."

"No, in Guatemala; where else? That said, we can go to Guatemala if you wish."

"Eh, I said I won't come to New York, and you want to take me to Guatemala. I don't even speak Spanish, and I doubt I'll find someone who speaks Yoruba."

Kenneth laughed, "is Paris okay then?"

A few seconds of silence passed, and Kenneth got anxious as he waited for her answer.

"Okay, for Paris."

"Great, I'll try to book something between now and next week."

They needed to know each other better, so they had to spend more time together. Kenneth wasn't of the Visio cam generation. He had to see, touch, feel, and smell. None of the Scorpio's senses were dormant when he loved, and yes, he also had to taste.

A woman with inhibitions or prude habits was not an ideal match for the highly sensual man. One thing was sure he was ready to make the round trips necessary to be with Monday. Of course, Monday could not suspect how avid Kenneth was. His passion was a gift for a woman who desired affection, but it could quickly become poison as with it came the scorching flames of jealousy that made hell seem like a spiritual retreat.