"You got me...."
Part Two.
Harley took another sip of her Orange soda as she sat in the trunk of Hassan's truck. Since the trunk had plenty of room, Hassan decided to let his back seats down so they could get comfortable while watching the movie.
"I can't believe this is based on a true story." Hassan chuckled as he gathered his trash. He was full and was starting to get sleepy.
"I can. Sounds like something Harlem and I would do." She laughed. The two of them loved playing around with each other like little kids.
"See, Monica is mean as hell. If I accidentally bump her she would punch me in the chest or the shoulder." He told her before they shared a laugh. She stopped her laughter and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Thank you for this. I really appreciate it." She told him. She always felt at peace whenever she was around him.
"It's no problem. I was thinking we should do something Fourth of July weekend. Since we're both off." He said before planting a kiss on her forehead.
"Yeah." She nodded her head as she climbed on top of him. "I'll love that."
She crashed her lips into his as she pushed him back onto the floor of his trunk. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she deepened the kiss. Hassan placed his hands on her back as he went into her shirt.
"Hassan!" She semi-yelled once she felt him raise her shirt up. He completely forgot about the trunk being open and went to go shut it. He pressed the button on the door of the trunk and it closed automatically. She smiled and pulled him closer to her.
"You want it to happen right here?" He asked her. She looked around the crowded parking lot and quickly shook her head no.
"Sorry." She said as he sat next to her. She felt bad as she adjusted her shirt.
"It's cool." He said honestly. As much as she wanted to have sex with him, now wasn't the time and he understood that.
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Hasani walked out of the office and headed towards his assistant's desk just as she was about to head home for the day.
She looked up at him and smiled. "Hello Mr. Forde. I have the numbers for those artists you asked for."
Hasani quickly grabbed the index cards that was full of telephone numbers and placed them in his pocket. He planned on calling every number on that list tomorrow morning.
"Thank you Porsha." He smiled back before he turned on his heels to walk towards the elevator.
"Oh wait Mr. Forde!" She yelled as she grabbed the slip of paper that was on her desk. "A woman named Angela called. She told me to tell you that she's almost home."
Hasani grew nervous once he heard the name. He hadn't heard the name in years and wondered how she knew about his company.
"Thank you Porsha. Goodnight." He forced a smile onto his face before pressing the Down button on the elevator. He had to tell Maxine immediately.
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Hassan entered the house with Harley following behind him. She gasped in awe at his fully furnished home.
"This is beautiful." She told him as she looked around the living room. He had white carpeting, a flat-screen television mounted on the brown painted wall, chandeliers in every room and a piano that was placed near the window. "You play the piano?"
"A little."
"Can I hear?" She grinned. Hoping he would say yes.
"Sure. But you can't tell anyone about this." He smiled as he led her towards the piano.
"I won't. I promise." She smiled back. They sat on the black seat next to each other and he began to play one of his favorite songs.
"Try meee." He sang as he closed his eyes. "Try meee. Darlin' tell me...I need you, ooooh."
"Try meee." She joined in, making him open his eyes and look at her. "Oooh try meee. And your love, your love. Will always be true. Oh, I need you."
He stopped playing the piano before they shared a laugh.
"I didn't know you could sing." He said.
"I didn't know you could sing either. The man with many talents." She nudged him. She stood up and noticed the vinyl records sitting on the shelf. She flipped through the records before her eyes landed on one of her favorite R&B groups. "The Isley Brothers?"
Hassan stood up and laughed. "What you know about The Isley Brothers?"
"Everything. Play it." She placed the record in his hands and sat on the couch. Hassan did what he was told and placed the record on the record player.
Driftin' on a memory
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Than with you, yeah
Lovin' you, well, well, well
"I love this song!" She smiled as he sat next to her on the couch. "Day will make a way for night. All we'll need is candlelights. And a song, yeah. Soft and long, well, ooh.."
Hassan pulled her up from the couch and wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed her forehead and smiled. "Glad to be, here, alone, with a lover unlike no other. Sad to see, a new horizon slowly comin' into view, yeah.."
"I wanna be livin', for the love of you, oh, yes, I am." They sang in unison as she swayed her hips to the beat. "All that I'm givin', is for the love of you, alright now."
She rested her head on his shoulder and continued to listen to the soft melody of the Isley Brothers. Hassan continued to hum in her ear as they stood in the middle of the living room floor.
"Lovely as a ray of sun, that touches me when the mornin' comes. Feels good to me, yeah...My love and me." He mumbled into her ear which made her laugh. He didn't realize it until now, but this was how he felt about Harley. He loved being around her and didn't want to be around no one else. He didn't want to entertain no one else but her.
I wanna be livin'
For the love of you, alright now
All that I'm givin'
Is for the love of you; you got me, girl.
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